Want of Reason

trust is nonexistent, fucking every dick that says hi

for all I know, it has been that way from the start

when did the lies start? when did lie become reality?

knowledge is lost, pushed aside in love’s stupor

what the fuck?! This really sucks, i felt she could be

my wife, A foolish notion to give a part of your life

to one who sees you as an option, a momentary

pause.  What on earth was the cause, of love loss

and reason for double cross? Again, I cannot

know.  Want of lust, of worthless wealth clouds the

mind; enough to make one sick if any knew the price,

nay the cost of death of trust, agonizing screams

silent in the mind yet seen with open, unclouded eyes

my strength is too great, I welcome hurt, a glutton, for

torture of heart.  Any other, have left not long after start

energy courses through my every pore,

I feel its power, its magnetic pull in the core

she needs my guidance, my teaching hands

love is an illusion, the greatest of them all

or is it the illusion of love is evil disguised?

Love being the greatest of all, the wicked seek to use

love’s graces to do as they please, accomplished

and done with tremendous ease. Gain hard won

trust and deep felt love, flip the script and

“do as you lust”, saying to self that you are just,

free in all, love holds no sway.  To love is to

sacrifice, self to self, put another’s wants before

your own. Some cannot know, though they be full

grown, sheltered and bled by “friends” not friends.

grabbing for shit and pushing aside loves graceful

hand, why the fuck am I still here?!  A test of strength?

Energy be damned… it does not lie.  I grew up very fast

some are far behind. I nudge and I nudge, being pushed

to my point.  What point that is, none can yet know

I might not want to find out, it would be quite a show.



Constant Variable

Like rock without bed, sliding on sand

Faith without trust is shaky at best.

Tried and true, stout stands firm

In the realization of love’s awesome power

All think crazy and perhaps they are right

In theory it makes perfect sense

But love is not theory to be measured

Love is just constant variable, like ocean

Tide. always changing, eroding the bedrock.

Strength immeasurable, lifting up…

Riding high on wings for flight of being.



Standing tall, like majestic sequoia

The captain wrapped heavy on ballast

The way was lost in storm’s upheaval

Bow steadied and sail controlled

Course correction lies within stars

Gaseous orbs, near constant in place.



He remembered how much it hurt when she withdrew the knife

blood curdling screams, silent, in his eyes

It slipped in with the first of many lies

she told, burrowing deeper and deeper to the source of life.

Right track skewed by wanton’s lust

Trust pushed aside for bevy of lies

Misjudged intellect, naught but deny, deny, deny

All the lies, lies to self, lies to heart, thought just

Weakness showing through, pouring out in droves

error seen in the path ahead

feelings had for lust are long since dead

trapped and only alone, no one to hear but love’s

ear. The ear betrayed, but feeling was never belayed

holding strong, seeing the truth

the manipulation.. so uncouth

Naivete is blamed for the way she was way-layed

Friends who are not friends encouraging lust

lust of shit that matters not

where to live, what can be bought

Love pours forth, unwavering from a source proved just.

Guiding from afar, swaying a mind bombarded from without

with bullshit words and violent action

seen by none but told through affection

to the love of her life, the real man, her saving grace, stout.

if she would but turn to him, she would surely find

her problems melt as snow

“friends” not friends just go

the direction of the future is created by the mind.


Dreaming Tree

Branch out, feel the growth…

branches getting caught in wires

sever the limb, growth carries on

reaching ever higher, housing birds

granting haven, value seen and

cherished, as it should be. Safety

herein, truth laid bare. Lies and deceit

cannot survive in shade of tree.

Real truth…

Most women don’t see themselves as valuable, they only see themselves through media/guy eyes… turn the tvs off, stop depending on guys for confirmation. beauty comes from within, find the you inside, enhance that beauty. No need to dress like a whore to go out, you don’t want that kind of attention anyways. Be you, no… not every guy will be attracted to you, you don’t want every guy attracted to you. most all guys are misogynistic pigs. Stop searching for him, finding bad guys and hoping to change them. Open your third eye and see the true beauty around and within you.