Marriage is just bad business

  hold you close; closer skin on skin; closer with you, in you as one; closer your lips on mine; closer wrapped around; closer you know my thoughts; closer you hide my secrets; closer you lift me up; closer everyday near you; closer every moment apart; closer closer, closer, my heart screams for you... closer

My Property Property property property, what is property?  Inform informed informal. Informal property that belongs to who, you? Oh my informal uninformed property, how and when do I inform you?  Guided guidance misguided informed property, where should I conform you?  Neither hither nor tether, I cannot formally keep you together. Properly guided informed informal property. Belong belonging longing property belonging to none. Missing missed unhinged guidance of property. How to formally guide guidance of uninformed informed property? Neither I neither you, neither mine nor yours property hither belongs to neither; Just property of property. Guided by informal uninformed misguided guidance Longing to belong to be longed to be loved No property longs to belong. Oh my uninformed informal longing to belong What property do I condone? Person not property, personal catastrophe. Property is personal persons not property, disparity in parity Confusion illusion infusion misguided...

Trust I entered God's throne and felt naked.  I look up to ask him my question, but before a sound could leave my mouth He says to me,  "Do you trust Me?" In my confusion, I cannot speak a s I try to make sense of His question.  Again, He asks  "Do you trust Me?"  This time with more emphasis.  Still, I look at Him and as a vision I see all of my troubles I wanted Him to remove.  Again, He says  "Do you trust Me?" At that moment all of my troubles and anxieties were removed and I saw my life without obstacles, and I felt distant, alone and surrounded by darkness. Fear filled my heart, for my Lord God was nowhere to be seen.  Before I could shout out I heard His voice once more,  "Do you trust Me?" I looked up and was filled, comforted and embraced with His light. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could utter a sound, I saw my life filled with troubles, difficult decisions and anxious moments. This time I felt stron...

lost and disregarded the homeless pass a home guarded nothing to have and nothing to lose for whom do I tie this noose who has more? those who do or those ignored look away you in need i've earned what i keep you too can have more not a myth or spiritual lore more of this and more of that more is better less is not the more i have the worse i feel surely this can't be real but more of what would help me heal? two of those and three of these who doesn't need a flying  trapeze an empty heart is not to envy an empty soul just leads to quandary the poor are rich rich indeed living simply within their means having only what they need living a full rich life  a rich life indeed --- "Your friends make known, O Lord, the glorious splendor of your kingdom"

You are Better Off look at what you have a wife, a child, a house, a car you are better off by far look at what you have a great job, money and sand  sand? clearly this is better than none look at what you have why ask for more there is no need to keep score look at what you have  so many poor, peasants that smell and unpleasant no need to ask you have what you wanted  a life full and quite well planted quizzed, puzzled and baffled the things most wanted belittled and trampled  never wanted any of those things just a father to show me what i've missed

Lost and Discarded By: Alley Jan Drow Curious innocent a child like all the others Not special or unique just a little one playing hide and seek Joy, happiness and anger all lived together inside him Some days lost some days won   No father just his mom Looked for strength courage and guidance   none to be found just loneliness and sadness A boy with friends but not many that liked him Family near and distant with fear New places to live often and changing New faces in so many places So many faces familiar and strangers Which one to be used for guidance Anger anger, more often than not Fills his heart with what he hasn’t got  

Love and Anger banging, kicking, screaming waiting! outside crying and  begging banging, kicking, screaming waiting! inside there is safety, comfort and warmth pleas are deaf ignored and disregarded knocking, ringing, pleading nothing! nothing but a wall holding love for ransom black and empty sky fills him with apprehension gait prepared, brings nothing but fright a child sits staring into the night banging, kicking, screaming into the night a child must enter selfless anger heartbroken and torn all used to punish and scorn banging, kicking, screaming waiting for rescue love and understanding a wall holds ransom a child worthless and dis-invited the night patiently awaits a child confused with innocence and anger banging, kicking, screaming waiting! alone in the dark a child waits for someone to hear and sit beside him

My Head my head my head there is so much in my head the noise the noise, omittance of silence the thoughts, the sounds, confuse and compound all equal, so loud, so clear and abound my head my head so much in my head bang bang, bang my head into the door, into the wall, will it stop when unfed the ringing, the pounding, how can there be more no solace, no peace, just an endless encore my head my head it's too much, to contain the thoughts, the sounds, the noise all loud all equal and profane my head my head its me, its me, am here your friend take care my head and not what you feel confusion, chaos, chatter, all pleasantries of clamor my head my head i submit to my head its thoughts, its sounds an orchestra without bounds confusion and order disillusion of amity a senseless calamity my head my head a constant reminder i'm not dead the thoughts, the words, the music and noise reminders of life and the joy it employ...

The Duality of Life black and white ying and yang can it mean different things to different people? when does an idea become a fact?  if black is black and white is white then each must exist for this to be fact since each exist they exist with each other no matter how you view  it they're viewed together so true then, ying is not yang and yang is not ying  but neither i bring for good to be bad and bad to be good  both must exist and not misunderstood for me to be right then you must wrong clearly you are not following along if you are wrong and i am right you got that idea from some random site if you are right and i am wrong that is not likely where i belong the fact is ying is me and yang is you wherever there is black white is too one can't be while the other is not the roots are  intrinsic as a tree  grows

I Met A Woman I Met A Woman Bright, witty; a delight Her life open and nothing to hide Shared her pain, joy and time Clear to all, happy is she But happy is a shell for you to see Inside is a truth, too much to share As days passed she stored it there I met a woman Bright, witty; a delight She blinded me with jokes, redirected me with banter   In hopes I would not see inside her I met a woman Whose shell was cracked Cracked from all the weight of masked laughter The laughter was pain sifted from banter Unrestrained banter that made her wonder Wonder how long, how long until quiet and safe is all around her I met a woman Bright, witty; a delight Whose shell was cracked; exposing her light