cautiousbutnotso

old tattered hole riddled wings
need but a stitch
a push
shove
in the right direction

but don't prick your finger!

im seeing new things in
an old way
and
i feel like
home is
where the heart is

and my heart
is
with
you.

dont forget
to
lock the
door.

its not safe out there.

Just ranting about KONY, slavery and life.

Well, personally. What I appreciate about this whole Kony thing.. is people coming together and actually feeling enough emotion to feel like they have to do something. What we have to do, as a people.. is not forget this. Not forget, what it is to feel. Not forget, what it is to care for your fellow human. Not forget, what it is to love unconditionally. Love your life, as much as that of your fellow man. Everyone's life is worthwhile. Everyone deserves to live the life they want to live. We need to take a stand as a people, and start living life as a people. It has gone on for far too long is this country and many others, where competition is the main drive. People strive to have the nicer car, or bigger house. All of these ideals and morals implanted into their heads through being conditioned by school... but think about it... Who do you benefit by having a nicer car or a bigger house? Who do you benefit by working harder and slaving away just to get that bigger house? Of course you benefit yourself.. thats a given. But do you really need such opulence? Especially when there are people on this earth that have but a bite to eat. No.. such opulence is not necessary. Such waste is not necessary. Such splurging on material things is not necessary. You are benefiting the 1%.. you are benefiting those who want you to put in all that extra overtime, just so you make more money, so they can take our more taxes. "Oh but look at the amount of money, versus the taxes I make... that is nothing." Multiply that by millions upon millions. We. Are. Being. Farmed. What must we do? We must love unconditionally. Love our neighbors as much as our earth. We keep stealing bits and pieces of our beautiful planet. One can only take so much, until the holes and blemishes become apparent. We must start to repair all of the damage done. We must start to all enforce the movement and progression of our race, the human race. We all have to acknowledge the necessary shift in consciousness and accept that a change must be made. Also, you can never forget... that anything is possible. The only thing stopping you from doing something, is merely the act of actually doing it. Where there is a will, there is a way. If there isn't a way to do something, a way will be made. If there isn't a way to make it, then a way to figure out how to make it will come about.

 TL;DR: Open your eyes.

epiphany

And,,

Just like.

That.

It was,,

Night

Night

again..

Dead in heaven, or alive in hell?

a reminder to some;
poetry
is not about
eloquence.
its about
the
presence
of
essence.
then again,
what do
i
know?

if eloquence

were 

a wall;

it would be

6 feet tall

and I

6 feet deep.

Now if only

there

were one more

6, to rouse up

all the

christian kids.

Id come back from

the grave and

spray paint

"FUCK YOUR gOD"

on that wall

and

then, probably

have to run

from the law.

Recede right

back

to that ol'

familiar crawl.

(you know it all too well)

And join the rest

of you:

fucking fleas,

blood sucking tics,

parasites.

Disease.

ShearedSheep.

Brainwashed with ease.

(you all know it too well

ZzZzz

I lay here.
Where we both have before.
I miss your presence,
your essence and scent,
And the way you present,
Yourself when coming in my door.

Honestly, I've always thought about life,
as being such a bore.

"Oh what a fucking chore, to get up and live some more..."

But now,
I'm able to get up,wakeup.
And, smile...

Because I have you?

Feelings like this are some sort of a lore.
Aren't they?
At least thats what we've been told.

Guess? I have been wrong?

All of this along.
All of this alone.

Never-more, Forever-more.

I lay here.
Where we both have before.

Waiting for
You.

But,
I'm falling
asleep..

wakeup.

lips, hips, and spilled drinks

Kindred spirits,

Lovedrunklove

I

Sip sip sip.

Until you're empty.

Consequently;

I'm at the brim...

Looks like,

Its your turn to sin.

cliches

My heart always springs
And s             k         i        p      s, , ,,,
rocks and beats,
When our hands meet.
I consistently
tend to find
my head,
Somewhere over
my cleats.
I'm running
after
you.

I cannot-willnot
be discrete,
It would be,
utterly obsolete!

But sometimes...
telling
you
Is such a feat...

So,

I write to express,
How much you mean to me.

I write to confess:
        That:
           I never want to be without you.

I write all this,
but not for you to read.

Because they say;

actions speak,
Louder than words.

So,

I'll simply loan
you a kiss,
And leave the interpretation
of my
obvious intentions,
to your
lips.