Dangerously Close To The Truth! And It Is Not Uncouth

To speak of what you know,

the casual will show,

a gentle wave good night,

to wake up what is right.

A play for those in places,

of cities and the like,

will only ration likelihood,

of ventures in the night.

A treasure that's not hidden,

in plain site for all to see.

Will cause the point that's driven,

for just the you in me.

Perplexed? It could be our ringer,

 the phone is always near.

To call the sexual stinger,

that delivers more than lear .

For in the moment of the thought,

I must not find you running.

Simply 'cause you say a lot,

can be your loss, "Oh dear!"

I wonder in the future,

if time will tell the truth.

Do Men of desire come wanting,

to watch or see the Due?

Some of us are viewers:

Voyeur's in disguise.

Some  will speak in words,

that make Men never lie.

Receive the education,

A diploma!  It does work!

A Decree of what's not writ,

can often lead to what is lit.

An appetite is filling,

with dungeons and the lairs.

Do you have what's telling,

to bank us 'round in there?

It does not matter what it costs,

for luxury is best.

When beauty of the mind,

expenses what is fine.

 Interest is not lacking,

for I will always stay.

It is the curiosity,

that fills my everyday. 

"With mischief! Did I say?"

To keep our selves free from sin,

to never argue from within.

Our deepest, darkest wish to be,

is with ourselves again.

So, on I march and think of tarts,

to see myself once more.

I only know what you will show,

an interest in what's been.

To a star,

as you should be,

a heavy drink won't do.

It only takes more life from you.

I only know that which I read,
and reading, I don't do,

'cause it's all so blue.

Tonight I feel like it's surreal,

to imagine a note in tune.

For sexual pleasure comes with measure,

should I wait for you?

The answer will evolve,

at the rate the questions asked.

For just like what is so simple,

it is the complex inside of us,
that I seem to trust.

It stops you from and makes the stakes,

that need to be driven in.
Not with force,
but with the grace of knowing where you've been.

The time is now, the War is here,

and nobody seems to tear.


It seems that when you do come in from Over Sea's
where you've been, that no one cares for thee.

So, if you know what to do,

then bless your needs with this.

You're not broken, you need an ear,

and blessed I am with Nature's hand, her plan for me to be.

To listen to all your own and personal feelings of,

 "God Damn!"


I didn't know about the show.
  Look at what happened to me.


I went to War and then came home
to find I'm wanted no more.


My mind, my thoughts,
they are so sore,
it's time to shut the door.

For even Death knows of this Lore,
a tale that has been told before.

STOP P.T.S.D. BEFORE IT STOPS YOU!!

My Theory

POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER CAN BE PREVENTED IF:

IF YOU CAN TELL YOUR STORY.  

WITH THE TRUTH AND HONESTY THAT YOU FEEL, NOT ANY ONE TELLING YOU WHAT TO FEEL OR DO,

 AND, AT THE SAME TIME, RELATE IN DETAIL THE REALITIES OF WHAT YOU ENDURED.

I BELIEVE YOU MUST GO THROUGH THIS EXPERIENCE, AGAIN (sadly).

BY TELLING YOUR STORY OUT-LOUD, TO WHOM WILL UNDERSTAND, 

THEN EXPRESSING THE REALITY OF THE MOMENT YOU SUFFERED BECOMES REAL, NOT SURREAL.  

BY DOING THIS, YOU WOULD FIND THAT IT ADD'S THE CREDENCE OF PURPOSE TO YOUR LIFE

THAT I BELIEVE MIGHT BE MISSING. 

IS IMPORTANT TO COMMUNICATE WITH PRECISION,

 NO MATTER THE GRAPHIC NATURE OF THE ACTUAL OCCURRENCE.

IT IS IN THIS THOUGHT OR ACTION THAT YOU WILL FIND MY TRUTH IS ACCURATE.

 DO THIS TO A PERSON WHO WILL LISTEN AND NOT JUDGE YOU,

IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FASHION. 

OR, THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT.

SUGGEST TO YOU ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT THEY SHOULD,

SHOCK & HORROR IN EXPRESSION,

NOT, TELL YOU TO, 

"GET OVER IT" 

&

 "NEVER SPEAK ON THOSE ACCOUNTS AGAIN, THEY'RE OVER."

WITH SADNESS AND DESPAIR,

I SAY, AT LEAST FOR MYSELF,

THEY ARE NEVER OVER, UNTIL NEVER.

I WOULD LISTEN,

I HAVE SUFFERED SEVERE P.T.S.D. SINCE CHILDHOOD.

I KNOW, I UNDERSTAND, MY HEAD HURTS TOO.

JUST BECAUSE PEOPLE CANNOT SEE THE INSIDE OF YOU,

DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU ARE NOT ALL TORN UP, SHOT-DOWN OR IN A PERMANENT HELL

CALLED, "PAIN & AGONY."

The Steadfast Foundation

(It's me.)