Hippie new year

Tonight's the night to bring you hire!

Connecting with friends and burning fire!

To dance naked in the foam,

For those who could not make it to burning man, let's burn at home!

Hulu hoop swing and the sparks fly!

Feeling a connection you cannot deny!

To rid your anger, negative past and fear.

For burning man is the hippie new year!

Carnal desire

 You make me want to sin, desire to crawl out of my skin.

You cause my fluid stew, for I want to eat you.

You have stolen my heart, and I want to tear you apart.

As you caress with penetrate humps, you cover my body with goosebumps.

And I feel the most free, when you are inside of me.

You have brought my carnal desire bringing me higher.

Bringing the action of satisfaction.

There is one thing that I know, is that I want you so. 

Heart wants

The heart does taunt, and the heart does want.  And the memories of love continues to haunt.

You can bring you hire and make you tire, it's often you have no control over what you desire.

And you think you may know how to control it so, but my advice is go with the flow.

It can make you long to be strong and do things that you may consider wrong.

And if you only knew that it would make you blue, would you feel this love was true?

It can be immense and rather intense, it's not about control, it's about the experience. 

You may not know how it puts you in wow, but if you love, do it now. 

Time you can not borrow, through happiness or sorrow, love now because you may not have the chance tomorrow. 

Denver

    This lady is quite clever and makes me quiver, once I think about her I get the fever.

     You may wonder why she holds a large part of my heart, and why it makes me fall apart if I depart for too long. The reason is this lady is full of the love of art.

     She brings me the capability productivity, as I reactively progressively remove negativity from my activities. She holds my captivity with her festivities in absolute creativity.

With the removal of life's anxiety, typically the reality of this hippie mentality, holds me with such intensity. 

     So to her I must permit to commit, and I must admit that with her wit, this lady gives me much benefit, and if I split, I beguin to miss it.

     For if I leave she will never let me be, for I cannot flee for she and I agree, that only with her I am truly free. Her palse makes me quiver, my feet in her blood as the river, so from her eyes mountains and breath trees if I leave, soon after, she beckons me.

     When I am in her I am a believer, that I would wish to take on the endeavor, to do whatever is needed to stay with her forever. Oh how I miss my lady Denver.

Unmotivated

Unmotivated 

I can't get myself motavated. 

I feel going out is over rated. 

Can't get myself to move worth a shit. 

I'm to lazy and I justify it. 

I simply can't find the motivation,

Is it lack of interest, or depression?

All I desire is to sit in solitude at home. 

My only desire is to write a poem.

Night

Sometimes it sucks not being a party kid,

But still with my insomnia, but I cannot get rid.

Everyone is out my night begins to unfold.

They are all together as I stay home with no one to hold.

To this mentality, I have never been a member.

It has been like this since as far back as I can remember.

It is difficult to sleep, I must confess.

Unless I have someone to hold, I cannot rest.

I can pretend to party to some degree,

But it truly does not make me happy.

I am restless so I write.

As my tribe parties all night.

Ant

Damn ant, why won't you just leave me be, 

why do you have to bite me? 

Now you get the death penalty! 

Cage

I am wasting so much time being depressed.

Perhaps given too much time to reflect.

Always just wishing to turn the page.

But still here stuck in this cage.

Forever feeling like I'm walking through muck.

Making it difficult to become unstuck.

I am here to live and let live.

And I try not to be reactive,

It seems as my anxiety will not rest.

When I am this depressed.

But as I roll out of this cage and look to the sky,

And I remove the fog from my eyes.

I only then will begin to see,

That I am the one that caged me.

So if I wish to flee,

I begin to see I am the only one that can release me.

Closet

When your heart is chained down in the closet,

And you don't feel your thoughts are legit.

That the world would make you pay,

If you came out, being gay.

If your life feals controlled and crappy.

You must come out to be happy. 

Don't put Ur needs on a back shelf,

You must open the door and be true to yourself.

End your fears, insecurities and doubt.

It is time to come out. 

Because no matter what others say.

Another word for happiness is gay. 

Sleep

You sleep so much in the morning, 

you sleep so much at night.

You sleep so much in the middle of the day, 

you sleep with all your might.

You sleep a lot it seems to me.

With all the sleep you must be a absolute beauty.

To me sleep seems like a waste of time.

But perhaps I have just giving you mine.

For sleep is something that I do not do.

So I will give my sleep to you. 

Good morning

Good morning world it's time to open your eyes,

And turn your face towards the sunrise.

Breathe your first conscious breath of the day,

Plan your productiveness and time of play.

With each day you can have your own revolution.

And further your personal evolution.

Always moving forward never being boring.

Stand up and yell to the world, good morning!

Earth

Will We survive here as a dying race?
Or will we bring our cancerous species to outerspace?
We often bring destruction with our birth.
As we take things for granted, like our Earth.
As we construct cities with large buildings.
We often forget that we are this planet's children.
Neglecting our home like no other.
Treating it as a ashtray rather than our mother.

Insomnia

This is something I have learned to bear. 
That sleep to me is something rare,
Watching you dream in your bed,
As the noise will not cease in my head.
Insomnia is something that I have faced.
Will often calm in a lovers embrace.
However The trick that works best for me,
Is to focus my thoughts on a documentary.
This is the main thing that I can find.
That is able to quiet my mind.

Loves new start

Why won't you just go away? And leave me in my sanctuary, you do not need to be near me, I plead just leave me be. You do not treat me as a queen, you treat me as the sea treats the shore. You are eating at my core, eroding me.  Pulling my sands into your deep blue you, until there is nothing left of me.

I sink into you and begin to lose myself. All I have ever asked is for you to love me, is that too much to ask? I could have my pick of waving Dick's, but what's the point there just pricks. This whole thing makes me sick and if I knew it would stick, I would find a way to make you love me. And although I have heard you say the words, your actions are the truth. You sit idly by as I cry and beg for you to not neglect me. You have infected me, and no matter how deep I bury my feet in the mud you are in my blood and the air that I breathe, your aura will not Free me. As you were changed to my heart it has been difficult to tear it apart and will let you go without killing me. Can't you see, that you need me? Yet you always flee to devote to others. So now you know, I have let you go, and woah after woah it is time to leave me be. Let me free from these chains that bind us. And let me find a mind that is kind to this old bruised heart. You neglect has tore me apart, it's time for me to have a new start. 

Refuse

There's always a reason, Always a  excuse, 

to be neglectful, to give this abuse. 

To be jagged to be obtuse,

Ill beg for attention but u still refuse. 

I've seen the situation, and tried to diffuse, 

you have brought me hire and giving me the blues, 

I have beg for you to come, but you just cruise. 

often you make me feel as I lose. 

Have you been my destiny? have you heard the news? 

Have you been listening to me? Or did you just snooze? 

I have let your fire, you have lit my fuse. 

You have broken my heart but with you I have left only a bruise. 

you can lose yourself in drugs partying and booze. 

I will give you the rope to pull u back, you tied the noose. 

In order to get your attention I will not to seduce, 

and I do not want to feel this used. 

You make me want to hide it become a recluse, 

you run from me as I constantly pursue. 

Have no interest in a slacker, I seek one whom produce. 

I don't need this crap, drama or refuse.  

now my heart is out of use. 

Perhaps with friendship we can find a truce, 

but with your neglect I will forever refuse.

Cephalopod

Don't just swear and cuss,

Be a nautilus. 

Don't just act like a kid,

Just be a Squid

Don't throw people under the bus,

Be a octopus.

Don't be childish. 

Be a cuttlefish. 

Do not be so flawed,

Just be a cephalopod.

Fortress of solitude

I am hiding and I hope to never be found.

For in my sacred space I come upon thoughts profound.

the constant influx of personalities around me,

Could lay a vail so I cannot see.

Sometimes the act of love can openly defy,

The open self honesty of opening your eyes.

Although friends are great, sometimes you do not need them near.

sometimes the ruckus in noise becomes too much to hear.

I'm happy to have a place to go with my mood.

Into my fortress of solitude.

For now I'm finally having thoughts profound,

for I am hiding in wish never to be found.

Relation ship

This relationship has sailed! And you have failed, to listen to what was needed to be done to keep afloat. Our love is a boat, and as we tread into deeper water, you took on more daughters then our boat could hold. And as your lust for others rocked our ship to pen, made me wonder who was our captain? If it is I, and I relied on you to follow my command, and with your hand you demand to go about it to your own accord, should you be thrown overboard? If you rock the boat, you must learn to stay afloat, for if you are the captain, and these have been your rules, as the bow begins to pool, as the hall begins to crack, and the Crackin starts to attack, you best know to watch your back, and to not cause it to flip, for the captain must down with the ship. 

Art explosion

I often wish I had a friend that would help me mend my heart and as I thought I often find within my mind it is my art. 

For whenever I start to lean back and fall, I know with all my passion my art will be there in every fashion to catch me before I hit the ground.

And often as the thoughts are profound, I have found, but with my art I become grounded, and can create this mound within myself to climb to the top.

However when I find my art has stopped, the buildup makes me feel as I am to pop, and I have a need to bleed my art or I will simply explode.

So I must force myself in art mode, to reload, and release all the tention of art I have stowed.

Scipiosexual

The one thing that I have always loved, is my desire to share what I hold within and individuals lack of interest of care for because my dialogue is that of words, and not a image of absolute attraction. And when I say love I am being sarcastic for my emotions are elastic, and I have learned to burn the bridges with individuals that have no soul to see past physical demeanor. For what is the point to gather such individuals for our bodies will only weather, and the only individuals that will linger will be those of intellectual endeavor. So for me to bind I must find a mind that enthralls me, and has the balls to satisfy my intellectual side. For zombies and I have but one thing in common, we seek a man with a brain. However so many people have caused disdain and they are just a ignorant stain upon humanity. You must get past physicality and have the integrity to see reality as a intellectual duality. However people often only realize sex that is their desire to become actual, but if you want me you must intrigue me for I am a Scipiosexual.

Communication

People often ask me what is the secret to a happy relationship.

The answer is the same in building any physical form.

Foundation.

Without foundation any structure built upon would crumble and fall.

In a relationship communication is the mortar, and the time to devote to it, is the time to allow it to cure.

This fact remains the same to repair the cracks that form upon the bumps of life.

Without communication, a relationship is nothing more than a life experience.

Love yourself

I remember when I was a child and I was first taught to hate myself.

For no matter what your path it if mild or wild and if you live for love or for health,

Despite what your peers say because your style may be skewed in their eyes you must learn to love your self.

I remember crying my eyes so red and full of dread for the fear of not fitting in.

For being ripped out of one school to the next and not being able to grasp a friend, I have taken these emotions and store them in a bin. 

And now these bins are piling so high that if only I could reach the sky and knock them over then perhaps I could once again find myself.

But is the self that I would find laying idly by be the self that once built these walls with fear?

And if I stepped in there with my peers repair my heart if they knew it was their fault for putting me in these bars in giving me these scars, would they help me gather the pieces, and I would beg to Jesus that my loved ones would be aware of me enough to put the puzzle back together again.

For if my sadness doesn't leak as I would cut myself deep and i am week, and I would watch the blood collect late at my feet, I could give you a peek, but only once you found the puzzle pieces that are my mouth would I once again find myself and be given the gift to speak. Would you want to hear what I had to say?

So as I lay shattered upon the ground of this mound of my own flesh I wonder if it is truly best that I allow myself to bleed and have this need to hold my love accountable for my destruction. If I am willing to take myself out of this depression, and see that it is a addiction but I have placed myself in the detention, and allow the pieces to be gathered to know how to escape now? I really need this attention? Perhaps only if I had deflected the attacks that would lead me to believe and scream and have the need to plead with my peers that perhaps had disagreed for my need to be freed of their prying eyes and condemning lies of their own realities that perhaps even they are themselves unaware.

Why should I care? For as I lay in the mud this smooth, moist shell can begin to encompass me. And all I can hear is the throbbing of my own heart drumming and pounding in the back of my ears. I then will let go of my fears, and my allies and praying eyes, and I will accomplish this with most absolute stealth. For I will once again learn to love myself. 

Alone in this crowd

There are times that I feel I need a escape, a place to run and hide.

For my sanctuary has become spoiled, and I have no soul to confide.

For often the amount of ruckus can be confusing and loud.

Surrounded by love, I often do feel alone in this crowd.

As we ride with each bump in the road becomes a little bit smoother.

And as we learn how to identify them, communication can be the obstacle remover.

Life will throw your way situations to cause blunder,

There have always been fighters, but I have always been a runner.

Many situations can cause scars, and much trauma.

However if communicated properly, will never create drama.

When you live life as a runner, sometimes it's difficult to become patient.

When all that is ever needed, is absolute communication.

However to have this the time must be allowed.

And with this one will truly not feel alone in this crowd. 

Alone

Was I there when you seek? 

Were you there when I was weak?

Did you need me when I float above?

Was it me that taught you love?

Would you be there if I was no fun?

Would you chase me if I did run?

Was it you that made me moan?

Were you there? Or was I alone?

My friend depression

Why fight depression when it can become your friend.

Why try to fix a broken heart that will not mend? 

Why try to have a escape from feelings that make you whole.

Why retreat from the emotion that gives you soul? 

For sometimes you're happy without reason, sometimes you're sad.

You must learn to take the good with the bad.

It may seem that I am saying these words to you.

But I speak to myself if I must be true. 

Depression is a funny thing

Depression is a funny thing,

How it causes inspiration to do art and sing.

It seems when we're happy we sit idly by,

And our creativity only comes out when we are about to cry.

With the drive of depression one can manifest the infection.

To move forward with your desire into manifestation.

Strange how it seems that happiness causes creative repression.

When freedom of expression comes out with depression.

Perhaps happiness can be just a fling,

For Depression can be a funny thing.