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Words poured from my mouth though I never set them free 

I could not catch them as they sprang forth jumbled and misspoken

Fragmented thoughts expressed through a fog of anger and confusion

A damaged child feeling chastised and set aside 

She was sent away crying....brokenhearted

Tears for breakfast and hurt feelings for the day

I cried aloud attempting to clarify myelf

It only sounded sad and frantic 

Those angry words unretrievable

The truth of the words that I spoke with anger

Eluded her, confounded her and hurt her 

The shadow of my own fear spread out before me

Engulfed in a haze unable to see clearly....the feelings of flight and fight in conflict

Overwhelmed....I had lost myself once more and fallen down hitting hard

Upon the frozen ground of regret and self doubt

Still I could  see it all around me

That heartless anger that had stabbed outward

It raised an awful chasm 

Between love and understanding

I sat there in a stupor

Upon the throne that I had built of angry feelings 

Sorrow and regret filled my mind

I could not abide my actions and I was distraught at the thought of my childs cofusion and dismay

Choking on my heart, I fell to the floor the room turning red

There air became thick and heavy, hard to breathe

I felt faint and heavy....trapped

Nothing good could be found when I looked at myself

All I was able to do was stand there and bleed....my feelings pouring from me

I made a sad plea for understanding to the Heavens.... silence followed

There was no acknowledgement nor respite there for me

To be a child feeling unworthy of equality and understanding

A feeling of lonely isolation in their spirit

Downtrodden the heart fragile and angst ridden the both of us looking toward that moment of reconciliation

Forgiveness paramount to me and my love for her my child's desire

"FOR A LIFE OF SOMETHING"
(WRITTEN BY: ALANA CHENG)

For a life that is for the best, there is nothing that I
would detest, under oath of what I can't explain, to the measuring of needing
to step up my game of trying, but without the love we have in our hearts, there
is no joy, of what I can't sleep to. I don't think that I am making any kind of
sense at all.

For a breath of fresh air, I am in need of space, and lots
of it. The breathing of what tomorrow will bring for me, I am afraid to face
what might happen, so from here on out, it's all up in the air, for I can't
understand why I am here for what I am about to reveal. I can't explain what it
is that I need to unveil, for the forward of the days at hand, I would, for
whatever reason, come to take a stand.

For a life of good independence, to the core of where my
roots are, which are planted underground, I know that I am safe and I am sound.
Where there is a will, there will most definitely be a way. Maybe, just not
today.

For a life that is for the best, for nothing else to
treasure, there is nothing that I can do, to ease the moments of where my love
for something greater is coming about over the horizon, I am unaware, to which
the blinded spots of what I'm doing is for real, I just hope that all will be
for the best once the time comes for me to close one chapter in my life, and to
open a completely new one, I will be ready, for whatever it is that will take
me by surprise, but my own surprise, I know that it will all be just fine.

“Goodbye Forever”
(Written By: Alana Cheng)

Goodbye forever / To the evening sky of negative voices / That have been existing in my head / For quite some time / Forever in a state of living / And of being so scared / That I will never ever / Be able to change and to evolve / Into the person / That I know I am / And forever will be / But would never ever become / With enough support / From the ones that have surrounded me / With a lot of talk / About everything of which / I never wanted to hear / Of all the negative words / That have been told to me / From their mouths / To which I couldn’t deny / Right in front of those / That were telling them to me / And now I am here / At a place in my life / To say goodbye / Goodbye to the negative words / That told me I wouldn’t be able to reach the stars / Of which I would never / Be able to say goodbye to the scars / That were and forever will be inflicted upon me / Of such betrayal / And of such a life I have once lived / Without any freedom of any sort / To grow and evolve as a person / Who learns from my own mistakes / And I refuse / To let all of the things in my past / To weigh me down / And to hold me to the ground / To the point / Where I can no longer breathe / ‘Cause I’ve got enough faith in myself / To make it out alive / As I am someone / Who has had the strength / To know that I will be okay / And that not only would I be alright / But that I can make it on my own / And to learn how to grow and evolve / Into the person that I was / Always meant to become / And to grow up as / For there is nothing to worry about / In the part of growing up / With so much to learn along the way / ‘Cause along the way / I have grown to learn from all of my mistakes / And to live each day right now / With a real smile / That I could never erase / The kind that exists in my heart / Forever and ever / As I am now saying goodbye forever / To all of the things that once plagued me / Of becoming who I’ve always been / The kind of person / That was meant to grow and evolve into a butterfly / That has been sheltered / From the outside world / But I know so much / As to knowing that with enough faith / And the drive to live my life / On a free and completely harmonious note / That I will be just fine / No matter what anyone says / So I will say goodbye / To all of my troubles / That are now long and so far behind me / So goodbye to the past of regrets / And of heartache of emotional suffocation / Goodbye, goodbye / Oh, my darling / To the past of it all / Goodbye forever.

"I AM STRONG

BECAUSE I KNOW MY WEAKNESSES.

I AM BECAUTIFUL

BECAUSE I AM AWARE OF MY FLAWS.

I AM FEARLESS

BECAUSE I LEARNED TO RECOGNIZE ILLUSION FROM REAL.

I AM WISE

BECAUSE I LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES.

I AM A LOVER

BECAUSE I HAVE FELT HATE

AND...

I CAN LAUGH

BECAUSE KNOWN SADNESS."

"Independent Heart"
(Written By: Alana Cheng)

As independent and ready
As I'll ever be
To walk out that door
Once it is open
For me to walk through
Without the hesitations of yesterday
I am okay
And I am going to face
Whatever the future of tomorrow
May give to me
In the coming months
Of what I wouldn't count as sorrow
But the sweet taste of victory
To have walked away from the darkness
That's been keeping me
Away from the light
And from allowing me to have
A smile on my face
As to how happy I feel right now
There is just no explanation
No words to be put together in definition
To my independent heart
As an indepepndent individual
I am going to be just fine
Once I step out into
The real world when I start
To really, really spread my wings
And begin to fly
As I am ready as I'll ever be
To face what the future of tomorrow
Will have to throw my way
For I will receive it
With open arms and an open mind
To take into consideration
Of how far I've come
And how long I have waited for this
All to come true
As I am an independent soul
Who is ready to jump into the spotlight
Of the life of reality
To be ready for whatever comes my way
As long as I keep the faith
In the lord above to help guide me through
I just hope that I will
Never ever come to feel blue
As all that I am saying right now
Is absolutely real and true
And that is I am ready to not break apart
But to venture out into the world
As an independent soul
With an absolutely independent heart

"It's Not Too Late"
(Written By: Alana Cheng)

It's not too late | As the leaves from the tree | Are falling as I am waiting | For the moment | To fall in love once again | But until then | I will never stop searching || It's not too late | As the minutes | Of my emotional suffering | Are finally passing | As I am now walking through | Down this road | The surpassing of all my heartache | There is a cycle of pain | That I can now | Finally come to break | With a single moment | Of past minutes of heartbreak | Of the endless ways | To finally escape from | You can bet by the minutes | Of gut-wrenching death | By the nightmares of | A seriously bad dream | That it's all good now || It's all done | The times of endless tears | I have cried | And there is an ever after beginning | Of good times to come | As it's not too late | To find the kind of hope | You have been trying to find forever | No matter what kind of hope | That may be | All in all | From the times | Of endless tears and heartache | You have now | Finally come to be happy and free.

“Little Writer & Wanderer”
(Written By: Alana Cheng)

There’s a book of all the written words
I have completely written down
As I have settled on getting even with
The moments that have kept me
Down so heavily
Where I can hear a voice
That tells me that everything
For which you’ve done was for the love
And the sake of the fondness
For the treasures of a book that I’ve kept
All to myself to depend on the mood
Of my own life of reality
All in all to sum up as there isn’t
Much ado for anything right now
With as much as time would fucking allow
I’d only question myself of
What’s to become of the strangeness?
The fondness of the out of the box picture
Of a perfect realization
To what you’ve seen in your perspective
For which there is nothing but
The cosmic waves of events of a plateful
Of nothing but the beauty and the tragedy
All mixed in together
‘Cause if it’s going to be like this
Then I might as well be
A fucking broken record for life on end
But somewhere in my heart
I know that there’s a storyline to how
My life is going in a way I have never ever
Expected it to be
As I have found myself in a state of mind
And I just don’t know
What I should even fucking do about it
Whereas my stubbornness
A degree of which I’ve professed myself
As the acclaimed wanderer
I must admit that I’m so unashamed
‘Cause to hell with everything else right now
Yes, I am very emotionally strong
But truth to be questioned in a reason of curiosity
Are we truly all that we are?
Are we seriously that stapled down?
Are we really that lost in doubt?
And maybe we should learn to be as one

♥ “Nothing To Compare To For Much” ♥
(Written By: Alana Cheng)

What is it that we are looking for? What is it that we are in search for the most deepest of secrets through the storm? Are we all that we can already be? Or is there more that we have not yet taken the advantage to make ourselves known to the world as we are human, and we are walking this planet ever so blindly to not take notice of the fact that we can be in such grave danger to what our souls can tell us? Are we really that blind? Are we really blinded by the sides of what we want to only open up our eyes to by what kind of road we have chosen for ourselves? The questions will linger, but there is no one left for us to place the blame on but towards ourselves, to have the power to make the right decision, with nothing to compare to for much, we are only digging a deeper hole we are only making a bigger and much worse fire for ourselves of the mess that we just can’t seem to clean up any longer, as now, I am ready to take sight and to have flight of what we will all become in the next life to overcome the obstacles that are seriously weighing us down by the cost of what we’ve brought upon for ourselves of the grief and we have all had enough, so we might as well just dig ourselves out and start anew as the day progresses, my darlings. You will only come to see that it is all going to be okay in the long run, my dears. With nothing to compare to for much, we are all that we have come to be for which we already are beautiful from the beauty we possess for ourselves to show the world without having to prove anything to anyone for anything at all, we are of one mind, and of one love towards one another to give, and that is all we can compare ourselves to, of the weighting of how much love we give in the amounts of which we have paid for all the hell we have made for ourselves. We are repeatedly trying to make it right each day, and that is more than absolutely okay.

♥ “Realization” ♥
(Written By: Alana Cheng)

I’ve never been given the chance to express myself fully until now, as my heart had gone unrecognized of all the words that were longing to be said from the tip of my tongue. I never thought there’d come a day when life would evolve in the ways that I’ve never realized would ever cease to amaze me, and to find the kind of joy elsewhere, I just had to do it.

Jumping the shark, from which I was standing on shaky ground. I just couldn’t stay any longer, to breathe the same air of wanting some attention, some freedom, and some recognition of being alive to scream it all out into the air. The realization that I was as depressed as the next person, as no eyes of the people around me would happen to see, as they would only be consumed in having to tell me what and who I should be. I was so sick of playing pretend to make the world happy without the realization that I was dying on the inside out, the ignorance of what’s been captured as the invisible sign of chaos that was going on inside my head. No one to understand me at the slightest, as to those who thought they did, but never got a chance to see me, as I had opened myself up to everyone.

The pain to which I’ve never realized, even for myself, the ignorance of my own heavenly bliss, of trying not to see it all for what it was all worth. My depression was only going to consume me and swallow me whole. The breaking scene of my own heartbreak, coming from the depths of somewhere. Nobody ever happened to glance over to see if I was broken, even for a little bit as all my pieces of a broken heart, was suddenly, completely shattered. Coming to grips of my own saving of my own life was beginning to appear as an epic fail of misery. No realization of any kind, whatsoever.

Living through the pain of it, I finally see it. The greatness, the sadness, the recognition of my own self to reflect upon the moments of time. Healing can only begin now from here on out by my own realization of seeing the freedom that has now appeared to me out of thin air with good enough time.

“Smile”
(Written By: Alana Cheng)

My smile comes from the glow that exists from something that goes on to make me as happy as I can most definitely be as my life was once in the grave of pretending to be someone that I wasn’t, as I have paid all of my dues, but none of which had ever been recognized by the world of anything to anyone, but I once thought that I wouldn’t even care if anyone ever saw me for me, but then, perhaps I wasn’t fooling anyone, to recover from all the scars of being ignored, and to continue playing the part of the same role I have played as someone who’d only smile and put up an act as someone I wasn’t, but now I am most truly, truly smiling, as now is the time I have awakened and come alive to let my inner self come out and be who I most definitely have been for the most part, and there is another side that not everyone has ever seen before, and now, I am more than happy to live out loud the person that I am, as someone that becomes the energy that surges in my heart, and now is the time for me to be me forever and always from this point on.

My smile comes from the glow that has been burning for as long as I can remember for the 25 years I have been living, as not everything that I write or say would ever come to make any kind of sense at all, but with every will, there is most definitely a way, and with a way, I believe with all of my heart, that I will be able to continue living on as now, a person that has complete freedom to do whatever and to be whatever it was that I’ve always been, and I can’t wait to live the rest of my life with an absolutely true smile on my face, with a smile that I could never erase from the glow of my face, a smile that would tell of a story that was once hard to live in a real state of mind, although it was true, but now and forever, I know that I am no longer blue, from the inside, and I am truly, truly smiling from the outside, as this is the person that I have blossomed into, but was kept in the dark to pretend to be someone that I wasn’t, but now I am found to be the real being that I am, a human that was sheltered from the light, and now I am living to let the light in and I am ready to let the rest of myself shine out loud forever.

“The Beauty Of Every Thought”
(Written By: Alana Cheng)

The beauty of the afternoon of the soil to the soul of ground, the heartbeats of sound that gravitates towards the beauty of every thought, the moments of a test so cruel to the window of my heartbreak, the kind that I wish to long forget into a time of silence, with no silence in mind at all, or nothing at all to begin with, as the beauty of every beating of noise through the door behind the hours of a breaking glass to the head, the memories of visions of a good thing would remain unbroken, never shattered to begin with, plagued by the evening moodiness, of the beauty of a thousand pleasures, screaming out for air, reaching for a romantic hand to hold, smiles of graces of the most undefined places, with no explicit intention of the kind that I’d pursue, of the good and the bad, to the love and the rad, but the goal of dying, maybe just a tad, to make any sense at all, I really don’t mind, to let it all blossom, to let it all flower by, from coast to coast, to what matters most, these are the times to take the time to go on and wake up, open your eyes, and breathe in the days, with the beauty of every thought, rushing on by, like a traffic jam to the sane of the insane, the running of the wild to the seas, something of the tease, to bring forth the preview of a good moment, pink roses, the dash of glitter to the class of wonderful teachings for the lessons to the head, before going to bed, to close your eyes and to start the day all over again, by the beauty of every thought, the encountering of running up and down the halls, the spark of all the kisses to the sky, well wishes to the burning of the fabulous bushes, of the beauty of every amazement of each count of encountering glory to the brave glow of no one to know, the secret in a diary, with eyes that are good and red as well as fiery, the beauty of every thought, the beauty of every dream come true, the wonders of finding out whatever it is that exists in you, the beauty of every living thing, of the scarce to the most visible of the unbelievable sorts, with the beauty of every moment, and of every knot, there is life in the beauty of every thought.

"Welcome To My Life"
(Written By: Alana Cheng)

Welcome to the beginning
Of where it all starts off
In my world
That I would
Welcome you into
With open arms
With an open heart
That I would love for you to see
As I would welcome you
To where it all happens
So welcome to my life
And to the parts
Of where I go through
A whole lot of strife
Where life will take me
All the way up
And all the way down
With a lot of smiles
And with a lot of frowns
As well as with so much in store
To unlock the door
Of so many things
That would happen to me
Of so many flying colors
That would happen to fly free
To everyone in the world to see
And for you
To see what it's like to be me
So welcome to the beginning
Of where it all starts off
In my world
For which I would
Opening welcome you into
My life of my world
To where I would go through
A lot of the ups and downs
Of where it all goes on
In my life of harmony
And of strife
So welcome to my world
And most importantly
Welcome to my life

"Who's Next?"

Karyn Indursky

Death has eyes seeing
awaiting victims without
caring about pain
inflicted to mourners
hearing it's song
replaying itself until
feeling hollowed out
like another body
sinking into soil
for being fertilizer
and Death laughs
at trailing tears
helping make fresh
fertilizer with wilted
roses taking up
room where soon
another being will
join Death's deaf
ears of pleas
made by suffers
wanting them back
without any avail
while Death licks
its dried blood
lips to touch
the next person
when Death doesn't
knock before entering,
but barges in
while mortals wonder,
"Who's next?"

'Tis The Season
Karyn Indursky 12/13/08

'Tis the season
for trees.

'Tis the season
for decorations.

'Tis the season
mistletoe.

'Tis the season
for gift giving.

'Tis the season
for Toys 4 Tots.

'Tis the season
for sharing and singing Christmas carols.

'Tis the season
for unconditional love.

'Tis the season
for affection.

'Tis the season
for watching Christmas movies.

'Tis the season
for rejoicing with family and friends.

'Tis the season
for sharing religion/spirituality.

'Tis the season
for God's children.

'Tis the season
for adopting/aiding animals.

'Tis the season
for Jesus' birthday.

'Tis the season
for a Merry Christmas!

You don't understand what their goal is. They want to start a war that's why they exist. The holocaust ww2 for them was a feast. Pretending to be god they enslaved and planted the seed. Joined to beat the 6 that's what Lincoln did. All minorities should thank Martin Luther King. We should thank Ghandi equality it's the way it should be. Stick your hand out as to stop, show you we come in peace.

As she stands alone within her conviction of love,

he is off in the distance fighting the demons.

She knows in her heart that he is still by her side.

And she sends out her love to help him fight.

Sometimes demons approach her in her space.

And she fights them off by regaining her grace.

Her love for her prince will not die.

In spirit she stands there right by his side.

Their souls were melded that night by the fire.

Within her heart is a burning desire.

Where he had left his mark.

It radiates as she rediscovers the warmth he left behind.

With this binding of love, the two keep up their battles.

Fighting the demons that keep them apart.

With faith in her heart of his return, 

she patiently lives as she waits for him.

...Back The Fuck Off

Karyn Indursky

You're up my ass

like a too tight thong

until my car's butt-cheeks

smokes it's exhaust in

your irritating tailgating face

to make you back

away from me before

you hit me

like a wooden paddle

splittering my ass

when you could

back the fuck off

unless you enjoy

my ivory white ass

in your stupid-as-fuck face.

...Eternal Friendship
Karyn Indursky 

I miss your
beautiful eyes accenting your
loving smile with your
welcoming arms for a hug
and shoulders to lean on.
I miss the smell
of your shower gel
with your shampoo and conditioner.
I miss the ability
to talk with you
and not have to
worry about
exposing my true self.
I could stand there
with you, letting my true
thoughts,
opinions,
concerns,
feelings,
and more be known
without worrying
you'd judge me
or turn your back,
but would embrace it.
I also knew I could
cry in front of you
and you wouldn't
degrade me
or baby me.
You'd let me
let my tears flow
and let my words
run ramped.
You'd let me
be myself and when I
didn't have anything
to say or couldn't,
you let me
listen to you.
You didn't just be
there for me.
You let me be
there for you.
You let me know
what your life consists of,
what you do,
how you feel,
what you think,
what you know,
and all you could.
You let me
into your heart
without hesitation.
You gave me
the best gift of all...
eternal friendship.

...Or Walk Away

By Karyn Indursky

I talk to her. 
Does she listen? 
I love her. 
Does she know? 
I listen. 
Does she realize it? 
I care. 
Does she? 
I cry. 
Does she acknowledge it? 
I scream. 
Does she hear me? 
I vent. 
Does she understand it? 
I'm here. 
Does she respond to me... 
or walk away?

...People Don't

By Karyn Indursky

Beauty changes how you look 
without changing your actions, 
what and how you feel, how you talk, 
who you are, where you came from, 
what you've done, what you've said, 
who means what to you, or anything significant. 
It merely alters one part of you. 
Maybe, beauty does change the present situation, 
but never does it remove one's past and all 
that has made them what and who they are today. 
Beauty fades... 
people don't.

the sunrise is nowhere near as beautiful

when its glory is taken by grey-black clouds

they hide the magnificent huues

no more reds, yellows, oranges

just dark black and grey on dark blue

the sun is angered on this dawn

but he knows his time will come

someday, he will shine again

...To Learn From

By Karyn Indursky

Nothing you can say or do has the ability 
to be stupid. It's a part of you, who you are, 
what you will be become, etc. and every part 
of you is meaningful, delightful, wonderful, a blessing. 
It's not to be unseen or secret. It's to be 
shared with you to help you see your beauty 
instead of the flaws. Everyone has flaws 
or so we make ourselves see them in that way, 
but reallythere are no flaws, but things... 
to learn from.

...To Toy With
Karyn Indursky

You blew it,
not me.
I didn't
push you away, but
you did it to me.
I welcomed you
into my life with
open arms and an outstretched heart.
You decided
to let it
and me go.
Why would I
allow you
to hurt me
and cause me misery
all over again?
You hurt me once...
that was your fault.
I gave you
a second chance and more...
that was my fault.
I'm not letting you
do it anymore.
Find someone else...
to toy with.

Written about an ex-bf.

Have you ever had a memory in which the joy experienced was so great
that you kept it in your pocket for years to take
Perhaps to escape

Have you noticed that when you hold on to even a good memory
shortly afterwards when reality settles
your find yourself depressed and unsettled?

The moment is always new, how can this die?
Living from a memory is death of life
Seeking happiness is like sacrifice

The darkness that can befall on a mans mind is immense
the hopelessness it casts
is intense
But be it not, or you will shortly fall
For those shadows that lurk inside
are but mere residue

We must push on, for that's all there's to do
But who does this pushing
well, that's up
...to you.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Pw-0pbY9JeU

The age is going to end, I saw the sky falling, I hear people talking turning into zombies walking, the moon is getting bigger bodies getting lifted up, I'm flying through the air and my wings are open arms, I see the beast, rising from the ocean, mouth of the kraken me and my brother will counter, I try to help, because I'm programmed for the battle, flew into the belly of the beast like I'm fighting kronos, pro bono, don't do it for the money we do it to keep on going so keep on rowing and children will keep on growing, trying to save the world even though my soul suffers, child to a mother an angel to supernovae.

She woke me at 5AM

She wasn't here. I'm not sure where she was. But she woke me.

Her scent.

Her curves.

Her skin.

Her lips.

That subtle curve of her neck.

Her delicate hands.

The flow of her jet black jet hair.

The heat of her breasts pressed against me.

The whisper of kiss me please.

They all woke me at 5AM.

Wake me again tomorrow.

a poison runs strong through these veins

not quite a drug, though it might as well be

destructive to every cell it comes contact with

annhilating my every organ, my heart, my brain

a poison runs strong through me

genetically, hereditarily passed down

but this disease is not my only ailment

pain, fear, anger, hate, despair

the cocaine and heroin of my soul

a poison runs strong though these veins

and im beginning to doubt bloodletting is the cure

Shrinking and growing

Shrinking and growing

Harmony is floating and anger is disowning

Reality is honing into what I believe is knowing...

What a wonder to know yourself

There's no book in the world to tell you such a thing

You could do all the research in the world and end up empty

I am an illusion

I am not real

I feel and I think but who I am isn't steel

A circle is in the midst as I search through the mist 

Tripping over everything but I will indefinitably persist 

And if I find a clue to what I look for, I will resist 

What a funny yet very uncomfortable sort of twist 

All of these ideas that hold me in the palm of gods hand 

As I backflip into a jungle that creates the most extraordinary of environments

I set up a tent and I sit for the night, the heat is hitting me in all directions

The sound of animals hoot throughout the moons presence 

And I look down instead of up this time for a new world is below 

With ants and creatures of unknowable types

In a globe that is shook now snow is falling upon my head

And a melting is churning in my chest as I stretch to awaken my numbed mind 

streams of light reach a place where the curves of rocks once had prevented such

The leaves made of moisture reflect colors from the waves and my blackened heart absorbs 

Clinging to such beauty leaves imagination endorsed 

the last gaze of a lost soul wanders upon a mirror

his face unrecognizable

his eyes trademark him

worn, old, bloodshot

jaded, tired, faded

empty

yes, mostly empty

in his head his head reflects

in his eyes his eyes project

the lies inside his hollow head

but with his final moment carved into time

who can help but wonder

who can help but dream

how wonderful it all could have been

if he wasnt born a reflection of something dead

my eyes well up

tears, dripping

pouring onto my worlds

small, damaged

painfully shattered

utterly destroyed

and where i do go from here

this broken soul beyond repair

in your arms i long to hide

if youll have me there

if youll hold me close

in your arms, i seek shelter

safety, comfort

tho this lost soul youve become a home

I find it motivating to help if I can, even if only chilling lifts my spirit to be a friend, nobody is perfect point a finger if you never sinned, when you judge it's vice versa you just judged yourself, my only rule is to let everybody judge themselves, don't make it harder some people have many problems and sometimes a simple action can make them want to do better.

There were castles and horses and princes and queens. 

All of them were together it seemed.

Two queens rivaled over the land.

And she was a wench, holding out her pan.

"A piece of gold would be helpful, Sire.

If you camp right here, I'll build you a fire."

The caravan would not stop for her.

For this girl was just a lowly pauper.

The prince looked at her and he was wooed. 

Her aura shone bright as a jewel.

He ordered his servant to go to her.

And tell her that he would accept her offer.

The caravan continued on. 

But the prince and his horse stayed behind.

She sang him a song as she lighted the fire.

He gave her some gold, she said, "Thank you, Sire."

They sat by the fire and shared stories of life.

He was enraptured by her glorious light.

His soul lit up within her presence.

He'd never felt these kinds of feelings.

His heart felt light and warm inside.

The prince envisioned her being his wife.

His duty did not allow for things such as love.

But his heart was screaming that she was the one.

The Queen would surely turn him a fool.

If he were to depart from the kingdom's rules.

In morning's light, he packed up his things.

He took the hand of this woman who sings.

He said, "My dear, you have touched my soul.

I think that your heart is worth more than gold.

I'd give up my kingdom to stay here with you.

For I feel in my heart a love that is true.

For now I must go, but I'll come back again.

Will you wait for me here?" He asked with a grin.

Her eyes lit up and and she said with a smile.

"I'd wait for you, Sire, if it took my whole life.

She curtsied to him and bowed her head. 

He mounted his steed and rode off toward the west.

staring out at the stars tonight

i sing this song in my head for you

and as the words flow they seem to go

straight from my head to my heart

"i miss you"'s and kisses blown to the sky

that sharply hit the air but may never reach you

still i offer them up with all the hope i can give them

as i reach out into space in an attempt to reach out and hold you

The traffic sporadically alters into a cluster of trouble

My path of slow dragging feet reclines into a new dimension

Floating suddenly in space, comets fly past me, with their salutations

Returning again to a burning bridge, where I awaken to a nightmare as horns blare 

Angry drivers yell from their short list of insight, craving the taste of love and revelation

Sinking through the ground again to vast space, the atmosphere of earth seems so surreal 

Limbs detatched from the torso that supposedly belong to me, I never did know who I truly was

History sits on my nightstand as I awaken from this dream, and transition to another, I hope this one is more forgiving

Grains of my brain deteriorate, and it's acidic residue burns through the steel floor, the bags under gods eyes grow as I lock the door

The objectives of the devil tie me with a lasso as I stubbornly resist, yet a part of me gives in

Like cattle surrounded by fence

Curvatures paint around my sight with innuendos and confusion, Through my hand that attempts to grasp, deppression seeps into the pores

So long have I been trapped that description of such foulness has become so easy

My resolution is repressed by misconception and layered with a lazy icing

When I am alone is the only time I feel I can get anything done, for the presence of others only reminds me that all my beliefs are jokes

And how angry it makes me

The muk that surrounds my ankles, the humidity that hit's me deeply, the bugs that crawl over my skin, the rocks that puncture within

I can't tolerate such an illusory hell any longer

Yet still it is here it seems

My introspection is tarnished with a failure to be genuine 

For if I am genuine then I will quiver from the discovery of my aptitude to hide 

How does one confide when all the confide are lies?

How does one develop greatly if they only seem to develop new ways to suffer

The magnitude of such introspection must come from a place of greatness, yet the shallow sprouted flowers show little potential

And it's these that suck my attention, and the rocks in which I step on have me stumble and fall

I hunch for the weight of the world simply dares me to stand tall 

And it's a dare that I fear