The Equation is Simply "Time!" (Written in 2005/2006)

Blind sided in a quiet field, a peace that was found, blown away by that moment of reality. Recovery is something we do to survive. But as we begin to stand I become nearly stifled by all that surrounds me. How can history repeat itself so easily? Communication and sharing are my own weaknesses, trust is my enemy!! My own heart is buried in a deep and dark grave with no marker for fear of recognition. Afraid to be born again, yet dreading an eternity of loneliness. My mind is in a whirlwind of disastrous proportion.

This is all voluntary! The secret of the universe is "choice", to do or not to do, this is one of our choices. These are thoughts, idea's and beliefs that are scored on my very being. Choice is a freedom that provides Time the opportunity to determine the outcome. To remove the freedom of choice and replace that with destiny or any other absolute will only, in turn, allow Time to deliver an outcome anyway. The outcome will reveal that the presumption "to know" or have knowledge of and understanding of any specific act is only ignorance and the allowance of such will perpetuate it. The understanding and belief in the freedom of choice will be subject to the same determination and outcome that "time" will provide. It is these provisions in time and the acknowledgement that the unknown has become known; the fact that dreams have become reality in the past. It would stand to reason that our imagination's are the key. This understanding will provide our minds with the ability and nourishment to grow. Our continued growth and ability to change has proven to be the key to our success, however we seem to be embracing a total domination of our minds. Understanding that self pity, hate, anger, love, purpose, passion, doubt, negativity, are just a few that I will mention however you can add in what ever will bring you to the understanding that these are innately part of our very structure as human beings. If you can accept that, then you will accept that the answer to questions in general will evolve at the rate of our ability to ask the question. Just as in mathematics', a problem is presented that will need to be solved, a solution is required. This allows the understanding needed for our minds to be able to realize that it is the actual problem that will deliver the answer.

The equation in whole is simply time. This is  when an approach to understanding will present itself. Nourishment throughout our lifetime is required by our bodies to grow and then to maintain us in order to function at any level of activity. This is the nourishment for our minds, thinking, believing and imagining. I am only the mind that is delivering a message for other minds to have more specific stimulation that ignite the fire of compassion, understanding, forgiveness, belief and convictions.

The Court of Death

Upon entry to Death.

The immediate stop made, after you believe.

That Heaven and Hell are only cities,

with Hotels that usher you into what is your next permanence:

Judgement of Yourself!

1.) Pull a number.

2.) Stand in line.

Recite your defense while waiting,

as if you can rinse away your guilt or sin.

But, not as it's been, it has changed since then,

you've contracted in, for a stiff sentence,

called, "Life."

So, as you wonder, or as you fear,

this time you die is drawing near.

Dirt you're not: Compassion nigh.

Your life has been read,

line by line.

Are you ready to face your lie?

Have you shown? Have you done?

Have you been? For anyone?

Are you a person, who thinks they can; Run?

Or, do you finally know you're done?

A simple message, from Old Past.

Where Souls exist, but, you've killed that.

Did you hear? The cry of One?

Who said, "Please Sir, I need a Twin? My Souls been sold! I need..."

Or, will you only plead what you print?

"My God, Help me to survive this deadly love."

Does it matter? I think not.

We both know, you will not show.

But, well-versed we both are on this thing,

the After-Life is something.

Death will meet, "On U-Tube, Right?"

A practice for your Shroud?

In my case, I have already seen;

Death for you, is Life for me.

I'd rather have a "Deadly Love"

then plead to anyone from above.

So, live your life free from me,

'cause one day soon you'll cry in need.

Loneliness, your best friend.

Sexual resist for what? I do persist.

'Cause when I bed a Man or more,

I won't be a singer or a fucking whore.

Attraction, will rule and I will soar,

to finally have it all, like THOR!

Your hesitance in this will be,

the reason why you're Homeless, SEE!

A transient life is lonely; Strife.

Take a chance?

You can't! You won't!

Why?

You are afraid to loose yourself,

although you write in Limerence. Right?

What do you think? That I'm wrong?

If so, then let your nature be,

continue on and sing the song.

"Been in a Country 30 minutes long. Got a Girl"

Come on!

Settle down, end your whirl of whine.

A True Love found you did for "Sis"

Sold her on E-Bay: No Resist?

Yes you did, makes you fair game.

God forbid, I heard your name.

You are a curse to me and mine.

The hope that magic comes from a sign.

But, I hope you accept my pain that's true,

you seem well-versed and very vain.

So, if you find a love at funerals,

then why deny yourself a Seer?

Who writes some script, it rhymes, "I guess."

but in truth it is a Riddler, am I.

This I do,

"Confess."

If you could find the meaning in,

realize that I don't sin.

But, want you too! My mind wants more.

I imagine you're cute, but probably "A bore."

I look past your foibles,

I look into your eyes: Just right.

Embarrassing? You have no clue,

I'm the one in like with you.

So, do ignore!

Pretend you're blind, to every word and every line.

And, when your Old, holding your mind,

looking up at what?

ERUPT!

You had a chance to dance a dance.

That was new, A World Romance!!

But, cold you are and age will take,

your looks away and leave in stay.

A date with Death, you cannot miss,

for at this point, "You'll wonder this?"

If I had taken the chance?

Breakfast?

In America?

California?

On this Romance?

Would I be "Old" and "Alone."

Or, would I have, had a life, a home,

within a Family that loved......etc.

Questions?

Not mine, but yours my friend.

The only answer I have from then,

Is!!

When you go, to far below,

pull your number and they ask slow.

"What have you done for anyone, that was selfless and not a shun?"

"Did you help? When you were asked?"

"Was Romance, just a piece of ass?"
"Do you have a Soul? Or, Two?"

"Are you missing? Did you undo?"

Caught you are inside yourself,

sounding better, you are so stealth.

What would it cost to find out, Why?

I write these riddles, are you so nice? I ask myself.

"Are you my Twin? Are you more?"

It seems I know you from Old Past.

But, down below, silence won't go,

the answers forced, they never wane.

So, here you are; Denying yourself,

you've made C.D.'s with songs: You yelled!

What do you want? If life's not it, is it,

adventure, fun, about?

As I come to my own end,

I say to you, "Good Luck."

Every person enjoys not much,

and in your case you have been touched.

By a Riddler, a Poet Seer too,

a Reader, a Savant,

"What more do you want?"

.....does laugh, at least its true.

I have a chance, if not with you.

To experience all you've done,

travel the World and meet everyone.

Just to say, "Hi, how do you do?"

Stay for dinner?

"I would love too."

So, March yourself to shorten life,

married Men, know much less strife.

Travel with you? "Of course, I would."

Cook you dinner? 

With good food and a very kind hand.

A homemade plan.

My ..... would love such an idea.

To see the World, not count thereof.

A number, you keep of Countries that pay,

you to sing. It's not the way.

To build what's good,

friendships that last,

to make more money and to be invited back.

You must believe that people see,

they do read and wish for thee.

To know what's good, will bring you wealth,

not to your Bank but to "Yourself."

It's not about giving away,

don't be confused or turn, say "Shew."

You must make bank, it is what you do,

so that you afford what's new, what's good.

Relaxing, recovering from your long Tours;

You've been, it's true, you're tired too.

Just don't count the days or countries; You sin!

It makes the people feel so much less and then,

it becomes surreal and that's not cool.

Would you like to just be a ticket or deal?

Magic happens, maybe it won't be you.

Just maybe, it will be another you see?

You cannot say that, people don't sway,

at what I've written to you each day.

So, take your time, it seems your way.

But .... save you from what might be true,

you're just too scared to know.

That in "Adventure" you find what's new!

Don't worry Sir, You are just fine.

I'm sure you'll find and "Fuck" your kind.

Make sure your eyes are open so,

that you'll be alive and "Whoa."

Not in a fantasy inside your mind of sexual, blow?

The truth is bitter!

Never goes down as sweet.

But, "Death Courts" real,

to me, at least.

So, in defense, of never me.

I'll send my record in advance you see,

 of your date with them: Announce,

"Your failure and/or your lack of try,"

of any interest from this guy.

Anubis, Iris and RA will be,

just a few, that represents Me.

The Demons, the Spirits and Satan,

I'm sure.

Will receive you, "Dear Sir."

You sing of this, in Time, in Space.

Did you know I have a face?

Now you are aware of my scars;

I too; "Write!"

 dear Lord,

by no mistake, you're made.

Not so stealth, but Honesty wins out.

So, ever so loudly, I do so tout,

"To a sensitive Man," he's about.

Alright! I do, admit my guilt!

A "Twin Soul" haunts my very self.

So, I do listen to early songs,

but after that, I do what's wrong.

I ignore and push away,

the very man I should pull my way.

I only do what is correct,

'cause odds are that my Heart will break.

By ignoring and not coming to see,

what is this Magnetic Force to thee.

It is I: He'll never ask himself.

Protecting me from uncertainty.

I hold the Flame, a Candle, well.

Of Hope, I do to see me through, this time, it's weird,

"What to do?"

I just don't know?
"Do you?"

They say we are only suffering from,

"The Seven Degrees of Separation"

anyone on this Earth?

I know I've seen this man before.

I know a "Twin Soul" he is to me, a Sword.

So, words of Wisdom; "Words!" I plea,

"Cut me out! and leave me be!"

Don't pass so close to my life.

Don't tempt me, my children, I love,

and we, as family, deserve what's nice.

I've had the worst life, "A Thing" could have

(referred to since my birth)

but, a best life is my balance: A Stab.

A shot at what would be so cool,

from "Worst to Best" with only too.

The moment it takes to say, "I do."

So, whether it's you or someone else,

I wrote the truth, I was not stealth.

But; Silence will come one day, so soon,

'cause, a book I want to do.

Write, it's true!

"Death Court"

a message from my youth, "It's due!"

Just like you, I'll never be.

I won't be late for this date:

Instead I'll speak and be what's neat,

Myself, my story is what I like,

I keep it real, based on life.

Courting Death

I chose to ride the waves of what is strange and new.

Deliver to me the want to thirst for more.

Knowledge of the past, understanding of the old will be.

Look at the tides of each realm.

Blame not the shores for your shortcomings.

The constant barrage upon my mind,

is no more than the curse that I am.

Swallow not your pride but your fortune.

Protect not yourself from what will be.

Asking repeatedly for anguish and woe;

delivers only me today.

An accident or a well thought out plan?

In death we see your truth.

The courts down there contract with time,

and patience is not me.

Lawless and unkind,

will beat the rocks to sand the beach.

I hope you count the grains you make,

an Ocean of desire: To tempt you to see.

That cruelty is not me,

but it could be if I wanted it to be.

I well myself to know,

the end is just a show.

And I am not for you,

but begin I will, "I do."

Dear Mr. James Blunt, I had a lovely day with Lauren, my youngest and....

What is it called to believe?

In a "Twin Soul" that you see?

I love a man, in a distant land,

visits he and sings to me,

but, hide I don't; why bother? He's for me.

My son he sings, "Oh, Beautiful"

his sister howls: "Tattoos, the Beast"

in Chinese, to say the least.

I laughed so hard, I had to share,

while eating lunch, it was a dare.

James Blunt; "You know?"

"Yes" she said.

Oh, well, what I mean is, "Five years ago,"

"Yea" she peeked,

by no mistake, I tried to speak.

Seems she knew, but, I went on, just to caution all his songs.

"Well," by design, a thought out plan,

I gave my heart to this C.D. Man.

Promised myself, to Marry; Stealth!

No other Step-father will be.

Relieved?

"Sure" she said,

"Oh" I stuttered.

To complicate, not your mind,

the odds against, "Of coarse" I whenced.

as she relates, I said,

"Wait a sec," I am your Mom,

my idea of him came from a song.

"Which one?"

(Again?)

She uttered with no remorse.

He sang, "Oh Beautiful," my perfume,

Este Lauder should sue him: "It's true!"

I asked myself, "What the Hell"

I have the worst life here.

With such a plan; Well, designed,

should Magic be my only sign.

Than I shall go the way "I wish"

from "Worst to Best" in just one swish,

it is my life, I could not resist.

"BRILLIANT" Lauren does declare,

"Oh Mom, I see you will not swear."
My tattoo written there; upon my wrist,

I too could not: I must persist!

It will be my sign, not a sin.

Upon my side, I will list,

in Chinese, of coarse, "I can't believe" what I plead?

To say, "I am, the Beast" she outs her plan.

Do you think James Blunt will even "Give a Dam?"

What on Earth, could you mean?

"I am the youngest, and I'm not mean"

She goes on to say her deal,

"I want to be an actress, See?"

"Will he help this, will he be real?"

This poor Man that's caught inside this plan,

should run from Earth, if he can.

"Oh, Mom" I turned to say, o.k.,

"I'll email him, immediately, today."

No way.

I'll say,

"Come pick us up! and see our way."

"But, what about your siblings three,"

I touted so hopefully.

"They don't count, it's up to me. I am the youngest."

A pout.

"O.K." I say, to Lauren true,

tell Johno, Rebecca and Kathleen.

That dreams do actually really become,

nightmares in life, we should run from.

"Don't worry Mom" a smile, a smirk,

"You have me" a wink, "It works."

I accept that, you see,

regardless of the judgements.

My Mom's so cool, and Johno sung.

Plug your ears if your hear,

our family, at least, to us is dear.

So, if you are a twin soul near,

then brass you'll need to hold this year.

'Cause Mom is right,

a way we search.

Making albums with research.

Love and Peace relies upon,

the trust you need to sing a song.

Dangerous for us you are,

is nothing more than another scar.

I invite to you, I taunt,

it is a Lore an awful want.

Do not count on a lifetime,

of Freedom, Grace; A single pace.

To find what's there and hides no place,

but, stands amongst this very race.

Don't spend the night,

don't come because,

you feel sorry or you won't love.

Be yourself, it's always best,

especially when you would like to rest.

What life offers cannot be found,

unless you look around each town.

And know the secrets that aren't kept,

for Twin Souls still might make you...

Why Do You Fear What Is Different And Near??

Dreams are based in the reality of your emotion.

Real? They are,

when caught up in the midst of the Nightmare.

You fight to Win!

You fight to wake-up!

You die to win your fear back from such horrors in the night.

Or, at least I know, "I do."

What is real? What is not? Sleep or Wake?

The same emotional ladder carries the height of your emotional state.

So; Who's to say? Not I.

Look into the past; The UPANISHADS,

they will bring you light: From the B.C. Era, right?

I say, "Hello" to the Full Moon,

before I lay my head down to sleep.

I ask for my "Secret Love" to hold me tight and not let go.

God forbid, I lost myself in an active dream of fright; Reality!

You really never, "Know."

My plan for this life delivered me a shock.

I thought that my Family would snub their nose, "It is true."

Not delve themselves into my past,

to see what I remembered last.

The "Fear" that they do feed upon,

is so much more than "Lust."

As if they wish to be exposed,

so, they can just scream; Innocence for them.

Why? "They tear my life apart."

Sport? Or, is it doubt?

The worry that I will write all about:

Their whims; Their ways; Their past.

The guilt they wear; My Family that is,

shows up in every day.

I suppose, it's finally good,

to "Tell" the life that's lead this way.

I never told, the Horrors that bore:

A Criminal; Got life!

To be discreet, was not so grand,

I just can't understand.

My Mother, my Step-Father, my Father and Congregants;

least of all the Church.

God the Priest! Anton's reverse,

for Satan seemed to be,

the topic of each Ministry

and threatened me each day.

You are a "Sinner," I did protest,

"possessed you are with them;" they jest.

"Who?" replied with zest.

Spirits, Demons, fill yourself,

they said with hateful eyes.

An exorcism did persist, that's when I realized.

My silence could not be broken,

regardless of how I'm beat.

"I don't speak to idiots, and, idiots you are to me,"

I shouted in my own relief.

Big brother, Ed, he did pass out;

Oldest sister, Tam, just ran.

They were left with only me,

and stared I did at them.

I mustered, "I hailed" Boo, I said.

"She's accepted DEATH," of course, a blurt.

It's where I live, "Don't you," a sin?

"No," they yelped, EXORCISM must stand,

and out the Demons now.

I say not, you missed a lot,

Spirits, I do see.

Praising God, Hallelujahs rang; "Yawning," that was me.

I'm bored to death with YOU.

Ed's passed out and Tam's about,

a mile or so from here.

But, since you ask, I'll tout and blast,

"Spirits, good luck in here."

"I'm preying," I said,

but not for you, "Each Man is for himself."

By the way, I may not stay,

'cause I am just a kid.

Do you Fear? What you See?

Or, what you think you Smell?

If I were you, I'd run so quick, but where to hide, "They'll see!"
and visit you with, "Peek-A-Boo."

Until I grow and speak.

Until that time,
they'll wish the best, for this kid, you know.

Because you've sold, for her, her Soul:
"Divine, it's knot for you."

A strange way to go; "You know!"

Sadly, years have passed and tears
have filled my eyes, until:

I poured with this and I must still resist,
'cause it just seems people say,
"I don't believe you," or/and they'll say, "No Way!" to scream.

"You're making all this Up!!"

"They're worst lives, yet" and I do know,
"Put this all behind you."

I often stare into their minds,
to see what anchors hate.

I've asked,
 "Where is this Life? I'd like to meet."

All they do,
 is to protest,
stand on their feet
 and walk away.

I thought so hard and tried to bar,
that reason was not in this.

It came to me while Bluntie sings,
"Oh Beautiful, fuck this."

I must, I have to understand,
it's in my genes to do.

I'll go crazy, haunting you, if I can't do this,
at least, I try; "I do!"

Human Beings are troubling,
my Life has proved to me.

That understanding can be had, but, not for everything.

So thought I did and ponder, I blinked,
came up with this for me: A First.

I understand that I may not,
frustration builds its plea.

So; What I did, was say so loud,
I shocked myself as well.

"I understand that this, I am, not able to understand at all."

And now I know that my understanding for now:
Is, to understand, that not understanding, is my understanding!

Relief, I felt. A breath, I took.
Anxiety, it did leave.
Just like the impossible is to me,
the possible waiting to be.

I know I am alone is this life. Why does my family wish me to never know happiness?

The care within the passion of two lovers,

shows without regard to life.

It goes beyond and above;

What is Love?

It seems to cause only strife.

When two become one,

a thing I have yet to see.

I believe that it may cause to much jealousy,

and, I fear that this is near.

Although my mind entertains the magical,

and I see the beauty of what I want.

It is not for me to need,

but, to heed my very sigh.

Thinking with pensive thought,

brings light to whats not bought.

A natural sort of thing,

will spring; In spite of You!

So push your ill-wanted wish,

upon my already, very full dish.

And recognize the candor of my speech.

You simply cannot reach, what's not become yours to breach.

Contracts of this Life,

the way that you chose to live.

Is up to who you must,

deliver your: Untrust.

I cannot see your plight.

All you've done is smite.

Insult and spend your time;

Malevolent and Cruel.

Your words, Your likes, not mine.

The threats to take away,

a love that will not sway.

Impossible to feat,

to destroy what already is.

You see: What is; Will be!

Regardless of myself,

a Natural, Graceful gift,

from a World that will now shift.

A Man will speak and make a stand.

My Family, they will shake,

"I really cannot wait!"

I hate the way you bait,

a hook and then you say,

"That's not what I meant"

it always makes me whence.

Although, I still won't Fence.

A Foil is for a Girl.

A Sword , A Knight, A Lord, just might,

visit you tonight.

To tell you that my life,

is his for reasons for what is right.

You see, I freely give,

to a friend, I know his name.

I dedicate myself,

I know there's nothing else.

Without the Freedom of,

Liberty and Love.

I'd rather live a deathless life,

than life off of your blood.

So ruin what you will,

your sour and unwell.

I pity not your life,

for mine is all but strife.

Pretending to know the truth,

after years and years; Uncouth.

You shame yourself and others,

a Country will have its druthers.

An accent I do hear,

step back, and you should fear.

For my life is not my own,

it's driven by unseen.

A Sexual Desire; For whom I may require,

to be what's in my mind.

So, I can walk the wire,

I am a B.D.S.M. Flyer,

and journey I will to him.
Report what I do see,
so that he can save me.

Discernment Clears

Reading Minds, the Ancient Way.

With the freedom of my birth.

Can you hear? Or, do you see?

The Evil of your Deed.

Lost inside, the Halls of Minds,

left behind for say, "..........."

I caught you clear and if you near,

my life not as a friend;

the penalty's severe.

Believe you do, tell you may?

What holds you to the truth?

Who will judge? Women say,

"The Men they just won't; Due!"

A coded speech, with thoughts you know.

The elastic of one's rue.

They lie to you and say what's clearly:

by no mistake; so bad.

Invite you to a Lad.

Perversing minds with strong blood lines,

you know this carries through.

Control yourself, you might be stealth.

A fool they think of you.

The "Speed of Thought"

mine's not bought,

I pave the way for; Phew!

Concrete is good, but minds are soft,

and easily disturbed.

Where is Planet Earth?

I don't like Monopoly,

a game with peoples lives.

So, watch your move and know your worth,

before you shut your eyes.



To put it plainly. Or, is it, to be blunt

My heart doth yearn the years,

whilst, my life reflects the pain.

I turn to know my fears

and face what is not here.

The screams of other days,

ring through, to know the Dead.

A Life of others means,

I know, "They're only red."

A crime from another time.

Does strength me: Closeness truth,

but, all I can confess,

is thinking 'bout you; Stress!

I know your sweet release.

I cannot know your bed,

for real life instead,

requires what "I said."

Romantic moments know!?!

You'll just have to go,

roll me into whim,

where I don't have to swim.

Now, come my "Dear" knew "Friend,

I fall for you again.

I know this is no sin,

I've known it from the Begin!!

Purity in dance.

Around the word "Romance."

The World is so unnerved,

and, all I do is blur.

A joining in the mix?

I cannot know its true.

All I really know,

is that you're hot, you must know this too.

To somewhere else instead.

I'll keep it in my head.

Excitement will cause dread.

The World seems so big.

I flirt to know my needs,

its healthy, not unclean.

To do what's natural and what's not insane,

while watching what doth drain.

If every Man could be so cool;

I love their butts, yours is cut, its true.

Immortal you must be.

In "He" I see my need.

Who needs a Fantasy?

Over what? I'm still not sure,

they seem to need a dream.

Magic and not god.

Approved with just a nod,

by whom? I don't know you but I'm sure,

you have a Sword.

A Knight he is to me:

In Darkness, I can't' see.

Relying on my plea,

he'll never hear this cry.

I know that this rings true.

A Diamond of the Blue.

A sparkling sapphire, just for you,

will show you what to do.

Please, don't know this "Wreck"

I even curse, "High Tech."

Across the Pond, in peaceful pose,

the neutral, I don't bet.

I'm banking on my life,

to cash-in, once or twice.

To Egypt, I will go,

to see the Sphinx, "Hello."

Lord Blunt Esquire: Sir; Are you alive, or, are you lurking?

I know you from "Old past."

Why do you call me off all that?

A time inside my mind, a be,

I hold to what I actually see,

as if it can or could have actually been with thee.

Feeling vibrations from my core,

I stop and ease all I store.

I know you from before,

No Man, No Band, but a plan.

An escape from what is? what was?

becomes, "Why do Women run?"

The cruelty between their legs,

rules on every single day.

Do you have? Can you see?

Never words of comfort, why?

It has caused such dread in my life,
it's almost like you fell dead.

The endless pang,  a witness since,

I still don't feel; it makes no sense.

One authority, replaces another.

Says, "A Father, not a Mother?"

Confusion still about.

They want to......!

not to give love.

And afterwards, they give a shove.

"You piece of shit, you're worthless too!"

Get a job, they yell at you.

But, while you work or while you slave,

they stay at home, to build a cage.

Upon return, to see your kids,

they scream and yell.

What theysay,
why would I tell? 

You've been wiped out: Before you rest,

once again, they hit your chest.

"Success" they tout, as they work out,

upon your mind, with lies, they Shout.

You sit down, close to the door.

So well-breed, so recognized, highly disturbed

and supported by,

you have no friends: This Must End!

You said to me, so long ago,

"You just can't be, I have to show."

She has no Mother, no recorded birth,

I knew her Father, he was from Earth.

I stared at you, increased my girth.

I took your Stead, said, "I'm off to birth."

Myself to Man, I'm free from..

"blurt!.!"

Mad I was, sorry I'm not,
years have passed,
you must have forgot.

You looked at me, said,

"There's a plan."

I said, "That's cool. You got a Grand?"

'Cause I'm not her and I'm not you,

I know for certain, that all is true.

You are right, no friend I have,

I know your thought.

Took your mind and Ancient One too.

Seems to be what Women due.

The Centuries have passed, Eternal bliss

it is the future history of this.

Once again I hear your call,

almost as if you have that maul.

I won't fall, can't lock me up!

Threaten me to not shut-up.

I said, we'd never meet again,

and yet I can't stop, you've already been.

Older that I, younger than him,

I'm so confused, I need a shim.

Back to the place we argued so,

defend my stand against all them.

Maybe Creation meant me to be,

without a mother, so, Father could see.

Evolution designated me,

to tell you that she takes me.

I'm just fine, without your doubt,

"My birth right shouts," it's all I tout.

Explain to whom? Explain to what?

My nightmares true, I told to you.

I'm not wanted, just like " King Who?"

You knew my Father, I might erupt.

Your mind is muffled and yet you strut.

Do you remember? Or, are you insane?

or are you just traveling, every other Lane?

No Belief! No Reframe!

God forbid, you know your name.

"2nd Earth" I heard it good,

from a Christian, not absurd.

On T.V,

a show that plays, it seems all day.

ALERT!! ALERT!!

They are such twerps,

changing stories, so they can birth.

A "Virgin Mary," it's O.K.,

'cause Jesus died anyway.

So where is the Faith you preached to me.

Said, "This is from far beneath."

So; Who is right? I know I'm wrong.

Remember there and stuck in long,

a shot I was, you said to me.

Now you say, "My love, I'll be your Man."

"Don't you run"

this memory of mine, the Nightmarish kind,
does it end, it seems to find.

Of course, I come from defiance, Sir.

I don't know you, but I do know Earth.

So, take your words, your song of trust

and put it all into your LUST!!.

Words I rue, I sing to You.

Apologies; so few, I can't undo,

but here we are once again,

what to do, I still love you.

A Sexual Rival in Resist

A sexual desire for what I can taste,

you visit me in my dreams, I sway.

Taking what is yours to have,

 I shut out my liberty,

 to slave.

Ride me to the rivers of the essence of your existence,

drown me in your sensuality.

My prowess, the claws I dig into your frame,

to experience the height of your release.

Soak me in your sweat.

Beat me back with my fear.

Tighten my collar and hold my leash,

control my wild, please.

All so I may know what love is from thee.

Lash me to the cross I bare,

crucify, I dare!

Just to let me know,

you are my Master not my foe.

Blinded by what has taken me,

my sight is in my mind.

I am a Seer, a Reader, of the most dangerous kind,

I dine on sensuality.

I will go to your Lair to feel the bondage in the air,

a sadomasochistic stay.

Dominatrix is an interest, I journey.

The smell of leather excites me,

in places, I should blush.

Cuff me, protect me, keep me from myself,

for in this depth of sexual stealth

I breath to know your Manor.

A Triangular Life, sharpens the points to your draw!

SHooT!!

I speak from a Degree of Sight.

I tell not what I know,

but, rather, what I am blind too.

Why? beg the Question?

To answer in audible doubt?

A circle of self-gratifying bliss,

drives such disregard for Humanity.

Salute?

To Whom?

Bow?

To What?

I think knot!

But, I know who,

when, where and why.

Declaration of such articulate separation,

of what is known:

Is not a crime!

Nor, is it a Sin to me.

The mere acceptance of what exists,

is in itself extinction of all that may be.

Experience of what has been,

is Women parroting men.

Defiance of such a thought,

records your Soul and darkens your Heart.

All towards the indifference to the gender you employ.

Second to none?

This has issued your Certification of Death;

in less.

I stand for a mountain peek,

it mentors me! To see.

Free from this race,

I alleviate my burden upon this World,

I accept the Satchel of Cache,

and pay willingly to have beaten out of me,

the Crucifixion of your shallow wells.

A thought of just enough interest

to tempt woman and then....

Expose your inadequacies as selfish desires.

And, the wanted murder of man,

your words not mine.

i.e.

"Can't you at least take out the trash!?!."

An all time quote of the womanly kind,

expresses the way women whine.

All, while knowingly tearing apart, what?

Humanity

This blindness to what centers this word concerns.

Man!

Gotcha you good now.

To ignite within the conception, of what has consciously destroyed for years,

without repair:

I counter you in delight of not madness but greed.

For in a twist of this and a fake of that,

I will excel my own to testify to their own appeal of what they wish.

To prove only that your selfishness was not wrong.

But, purely self-serving and singular in nature.

In what can only be sterile,

which is not clean.

You have done all of this,

you have emasculated yourselves.

All in a feeble attempt to be what you already are,

ignorant to the process of Creation.

Pushing aside the need or want to procreate and couple as one.

As I withdraw from what I know,

only to remain a girl, I say,

"Whoa, Man"

this is coined to women for me.

For only in what is recognizable is there a plausible try to explain.

For a Lord is not the same without a Lady to source.

In this you may explore becoming a "Lady" to court.

For it is a Lord that may entertain a Lady,

not vice-a-versa.

Traveling the dictation of language,

break down the barrier of stupidity.

Recognize the need for Nobility!

For in this piece there is more.

"No Women to declare!"

I stare.

Only Subjects of the Crown.

A far easier way to remain

with what dictates control of Wars:

Kings, not Queens

Emperors, not Empresses

Pharaohs at the front,

I blood myself.

A haughty thought to Battles I have won,

in mindful respect to the Men I know.

I have slain with such Universal disdain,

to my own personal experience on what you call your Earth;

which is MUD to me.

A simple, yet, nightmarish view of one,

who knows nothing of civilized behavior.

Seeking only what is wild, to live free of this indignity.

Called Beast, Numbered 666, at birth,

only to know my son accepts with Liberty and Grace

his roll in this race.

So, heed your wares,

know your dare.

It's answered by only your own!

For second to none is "I"

and all I see is Man.

And they are First to me and mine.

Tempering.



Volcanic Sage

Do you follow after?

Are you in this life?

Where do I look?

Can you remember? Me?

Seeing into future terms with distance as the means,

to look into integrity and see just what it needs.

Loving not your neighbor, loving not your friend,

loving not your family, will only end in sin.

I think upon your history,

I dream upon your name.

The storm brings rain into my life,

so tears I do not shed.

I miss the things that I cannot know,

but seems so deeply sunk inside my being.

I see you when I close my eyes,

your guidance is my tune, play me.

The Stars do point,

Pyramids do show, the Sphinx does say, "Hello."

My Liege, dear Sir, my love is true,

where on this Earth are you?

I'm pulled and tugged from depths of low,

My Lord,

What have you done?

I go first to see the way;

directions by design.

I've seen it all, but in this fall

you roar me to yourself.

I'm split in two and yet I'm one

aching for the more or some,

relief from pain of lacking my Soul,

I gave my heart away too.

Do you? will you? claim this thing?

I'm called by more than man.

I am an it and often fit

the worst life in this World.

I know we are not born of this,

my hopes for freedom soar.

Return me to, the wild, I'm due;

I love you listen, I hope!!

Wrong Time, right turn,

I'll bump into, the Man I know you are.

Beware of people.

Jealousy:
Takes lives without a clue.

Amazing facts and heavy measure

a life that's looped with some.

I've been before, I'll be again

I sing this hymn for all to hear.

It this your Lore or Dream!

My Liege, my Lord, dear Sir,
can you relate to this mate?

Anubis spoke, in soft restore

and told me to hold true.

He said, "dear girl, he waits for you."

then Mother Nature choked, 

she holds me tightly too.

The power of this Tryst I know

powers me off to sleep.

To rest upon Anubis feet

while waiting for your yoke.

I still do wonder each time at night,
when the Sun does set.
Is this a joke or is it real,
does life begin with what is in?

How deep is the Well? Deeper, I'm shy!

I see the trip that you are taking in my dreams.

Winding down the Sands of Time, I plea.

Can you count the number of my days?

B.D.S.M. is my short for our Love.

To dabble in the darkness on the edge,

is it nice or is it dim, you fed.

Are you aware of bondage in the mind?

Or are you just a Sadist from behind?

Masochism is not a ready stance.

Do you know that "No" is not a dance?

Down the stairs I pull the curtains back,

the memories all come pouring in; I lack!

I am tired, but I do know a lot.

Would you come and take back what was bought?

It was taken, signed in red, my Soul.

I do dread, I feel that it's old.

Does a Soul from far away see me?

Did you Twin this one? Will you stay?

I wonder, 'cause I'm lost and so confused,

I need hugs and I'd like them from you.

I run to hold myself away from pain.

My family drops so much along the way.

I wish that I could answer and could play,

a better and more uplifting life's stay.

Afraid that I'll be left for what is worse,

I fight the urge to scream, "Get me a Hearst."

So, Death I know will answer when I call,

but just arriving home from when I was small.

Me, myself and I do settle in,

it's scary and I declare I am no sin.

I may be only 666 I'm told,

but Demons are my friends I take my Toll.

To cross onto the other side my friend,

I'm told to be so patient and to end.

I strike in wild, sharp release of this,

it's all the fear that shook me:

Emptiness.

I doubt myself and know that you are right.

When will you come and simply spend the night?

The jealousy so thick, my family is so ticked;

How close to me will you really actually get?

The power of not one,

but two, to three and four or five,

becomes my children more:

We' re out the door.

Lovingly from the dungeons I don't know.

I'll see you in the Stars to whisper "Show"

What to do? Where to go?

it's all the same, and always ends.

"No, you simply just can never go."

Saving for the graceful days of old.

I love you because I am so very bold.

If you are me and I am you,

then Twin Souls really can't be sold.
A safety net I'd love to just behold.

Relief of fright you hold tonight

in hands that I don't know; Yours.

But should you wish upon a Star,

then wish for me your best.

Bring back to me what I can't find,

a life and not a test.

My life, they joke and boy they jest,

at best I am their blame.

All I am, is Garbage Can, my life is not so cool.

Dear Bluntie Sir,

I have to go, I need to rest my mind.

I will see if I can go and visit in a dream.

Yours Truly,

Me