I am selfish.
                   You are nothing of the sort.
I am cliche.
                   Of which you are not.
i dream of boys like every girl does
i dream of love under the timeline of forever
i believe passion drives us to insanity
i believe that we're born to waste away this planet, only to die
i dream of freedom
i dream of kindness and fantasies
                     This sounds of similarity and unlikeness.
we are all selfish. whether we are kind or arrogant. we are all selfish and are too blind to see. but one thing is true: ignorance is bliss.

because being non-knowing cannot hurt you.
                     We don't hurt ourselves.
oh, this is very untrue. we do, indeed, hurt ourselves.
                      How is that so?
we create so much passion for something that does not return it in any form. therefore, we set ourselves up for failure.
                       But when the passion is ubiquitously returned....?
we still set ourselves up for failure. even when we are being adored, we dream of better, wishfully hoping, therefore, setting us for failure.

*in this way, we are selfish.

not much happened.  after I was born, father stood outside of a church and watched mother go in.  before I was born, they had eleven cigarettes between them and smoked maybe nine.  

not much happened.  my brothers joined me on a bike ride.  we made visors of our hands and squinted into the sun.  we looked for a hill.  I’m not sure what they saw.  

a boy pulled into a house by a spotted arm.
an increase in sadness.

'More than my brothers are to me,'--
  Let this not vex thee, noble heart!
  I know thee of what force thou art
To hold the costliest love in fee.

But thou and I are one in kind,
  As moulded like in Nature's mint;
  And hill and wood and field did print
The same sweet forms in either mind.

For us the same cold streamlet curl'd
  Thro' all his eddying coves; the same
  All winds that roam the twilight came
In whispers of the beauteous world.

At one dear knee we proffer'd vows,
  One lesson from one book we learn'd,
  Ere childhood's flaxen ringlet turn'd
To black and brown on kindred brows.

And so my wealth resembles thine,
  But he was rich where I was poor,
  And he supplied my want the more
As his unlikeness fitted mine.

the creases worn upon my hands -
stretch back,
run the course of lifetime past,
others shaped as they shape me
and
contra to erosions role,
the lines, they deepen, expose the soul:
unlikeness built, carved egos sum,
a monument to blindness done.
but times advance, quells not critics eye,
erosions role resumes anigh.
and what i am, i have become
is carved away - rent to the dust

Between the fibril webs, dripping dew crystalline in the glare,

Yet yonder betwixt the tendrils a bloom doth loom the undergrowth,

Dahlia or ambrosia, neither less evinced,

In excess of apples and worms,

The beauty unlikeness to petal or fruit,

Nor weighed to deflorate by the evergreen.

As a stranger to the forest,

I've run amok the hillside,

And undone the earth with each selfish trudge.

I've littered the trail with the thoughts of my most internal singularity and emerged as legion amidst ancestors before.

Each lesson ringing true, made never to be undone with failure in pretense.

Once a Beautiful Desert of God's Light
Infinite Possibility...

Now a cat box
filled with the beliefs of Old Life
A Dead End with a Used Church on it.
the scent of finished all around..

Time to Get Discipline....Faith      

Tree of Life
Now is my Companion Born
Decision of Perfection

All that was, is No more
Endless Infinity
Created by the WORD Love
Returned to thee clear Being,
dissolved..."other"

WORD OF FAITH

Call the WILL inside "RISEN".
And So It Is.

Dispel the revenge of Unlikeness
Create PEACE,
with a body for form.

STRENGTH, Remain constant.

Feed the Lion of INTELLIGENCE  
ideas of Giving-  
Grace....Love's Loyal Commitment,
the ZEAL of Generosity

LOVER, Call to Thee the World
but do not eat of it.
It is she witch is the Poison

Heavenly POWER,
Awaken within NOW
Any that need to Know.
Powers Mission:  

"Wahsamme Anything!!!!" Dark visitor in the Night...
Children born of disbelief..
disembodied Soul .... raging
Angels without a Gift...not even a body made of flesh
this,  a Dark Moon to walk upon,
a rabbits moon made of a Mothers' Tearesa

Splinter within the Alter of Heavens Thought,
Relic of another Time..
Get Thee a NEW Kingdom...
MIRACLE ...ECSTASY
And So It Is.