Men are ugly
Women are not
Men are such hounds
because women are hot
Their desires are simple
Not very complex
Risking life and limb
For the chance of ***

We can outrun the wolf
on a good day
We can’t cry enough
on a bad day
And sometimes we fight
to get through the night
frightened of all
we could not say

Anxiety is a passing cloud
in a crowded sky
It does not live in painful truth
nor in a dreadful lie
It isn't yours
It isn't you
So, let it howl and bark
Just, gently sit beside it
and hold it in the dark

The silence of the woods
quieted the noise in his soul
As he walked the sacred trail
he felt the spirit of the wind
rustle through him
as if he were high in the trees
He bathed in the cool water
at the base of the silver falls
and prayed that his body
be cleansed of his ***** life
and that he be given the strength
to cope with the stress of adversity
For to conquer that
is to conquer the temptation
to soil oneself with sin

Rise to the blessing
of the morning sun
Open all the windows
it’s will be done
Let it chase away the darkness
of the cold, still night
Let there be clarity
where there was no light
May the sun’s luminescence
baptize all the faces
of those so reluctant
to receive it’s graces
For a day without storms
is a good day indeed
and may that be remembered
in one’s hour of need

While the puppeteer sleeps
how divine the dream
that frees the marionette to dance

Before the terrible tyrant wakes
Pops the dream
and spoils it's chance

With all the unknown variables
in the complex equation of our lives
for X to equal happiness
we must be always solving for the
value of X