Animals are sacred holy vessels every species.
Wild life to farm animals to pets deserve to live a happy, safe, & loved life.
Not to be butchered & massacred to be frozen, stored, & cooked.
They have feelings, their mind has thoughts, they gave affection & require to be fed.
Their lives have purpose.
They have families & babies .
My vegan beliefs are based on moral values.
I chose for myself & daughter.
We are the only ones among disowned family & friend who are not caravores.
I never voted for the meat industry.
To have meat departments in stores.
Is like having a funeral at a wedding.
It is my choice to never purchase flesh.
To consume flesh alive or undead is not edible.
Horrific ****** is unforgettable.

****** has no compassion.
It has no style or fashion.

Barbaques are satanic rituals to give the devil power.
A sacrifice in each hour.
To be raised as a meat eatting caravore is a brainwashed tradition passed from generation to generations.
I broke the cycle.
I took a stand.
Join the cause for a new vegan world without blood vengenance.
Become a part of life.
The circle of life has no death.
The dead can't rest in pieces.
World peace on earth to save & prevent decease & demise.
In your heart feel what is wise.

Your stomach doesn't digest meat anyways it just rots there.
Today you can start to care.

To devalue the lives of cows, horses, pigs, lambs, chickens & their eggs is disrespectful, heartless, sadistic, selfish, evil, corrupt, ******, mindless, unremorseful, deceitful, betraying, & cruel.

It sickens me to see packaged body parts of animals slaughtered & mutilated.
For caravore consumption.
They would've made good friends not food.
It is disgusting to see red & purple blood leak & chicken fat juice seep through serane wrap.
People who eat the chopped off chicken & pigs feet & fish with their heads still attached & cow tongues look like human lungs are disgusting.
It is cruel & sick.
To cut up parts of a living creature.

My tired eyes close.
As my body froze.
Light from the window reflects off the tears in my eye.
My sadness doesn't always have a why.

The purportions of my image in your eyes are distorted.
I appear fat, ugly, & old.
But to myself I look thin, young, & glow.

I release my sorrow & wash my face.
Mutual attraction does not exist.
The single life I will never miss.
Why can't my lips he just kiss.
He might love it.

Why is my happiness with a true love not possible.
Why is to say for him " I love you" so impossible?

The vision of my life is not how I envision.
I always assumed & imagined I would marry.
No one will ever ask.
In my twenties or thirties.
I give up hope.
At 37 I realize it will never happen for me.

I **** you not.
The only guy who I liked who I he did not want.
I walk by him as if to flaunt.
Every chance I get, my relentless pursuit haunts.
To make me jealous he revels in taunts.
To reveal my secret desire would wreck the fragile outter shell of my persona.
Guess it is not in our nature to be true.
In the action we do.
He will never know any of my love is true.
Mutual attraction is so rare & few.
It would be miraculous.
A change so fabulous.
My single ungranted wish.
The single life I would never miss.
I want to just be his.

He swaggers by with such confidence.
I stare in admiration of his brown hair & hat.
Nobody else sees what I see, I know he's all that.
His strong personality defends a lack of trust.
He shys away without interest a shell within himself
While I am left to ponder
if about me he will ever grow fonder.
We have nothing in common.
I like to Facebook, watch DVDs, & write poems.
He likes to drink, play video games, & who knows what else.
We are not friends he doesn't care about me.
My feelings he does not care to see.
I guess I am to old is how it is to be.
To be 20 to 17 years younger is impossible.
To be the same age is just not possible.
Our spirits have no age.
But our mortal bodies decline & fade.
I guess I am a person he would never get to know or miss.
Eternal Youth full grown is my personal wish.
To reverse my skin's aging & never decrease bone mass.
To maintain a beautiful face, firm *******, & a figure that's first class.

Can't hide the horror.
Your opinion of me weighs less than sunlight.
You are not the shaper of things.
Stale wind & ash.
It is beyond you.
Something is broke inside you.
How am I to function with such limitations?
I do not bend to your will.
Change is constant yet things stay the same.
Together?  Yes together.
Is this what grief looks like?
I don't like where this is going or has been.
The time line is stitched back together out of sequence.
Drain the energy from you safely.
"Serve no master but your own ambition".
It was a failure.
Your all that's left.
Fighting to hold on to what you were is destroying you.
The weakness of your species.
Touch me & die vermin.
Everything is different.
A self destructing time bomb.
Overloads & explodes.
Stuck in time.
Fear the night.
No harm no foul.
May or may not be evil.

The evil eye sees.
Blindness is not how to be.
Disrespected, envied, or hated.
Alone I waited.
Safe in solitude at "home".
Inside is better & quiet.
I dislike noise.
Temperature has to be just right.
The air & the water.
Not too hot or cold.
Conflictions is not what I am after.
Controversy is not what I am about.
I wish you not to speakth my name.
To return from where you came.
I wish to remain the same.
Despite the past to blame.
To be as I were.
Self known & home grown.
Like a **** from a planted seed.
Texted & not phoned.
Censored online & not followed.
Never corner me or you will void what's hollow.
A nobody & nameless.
With my own face but fameless.
Unadmired & unreachable.
Installed now & later.
Doing what matters.
Unvoted & gathered.
I will try to keep my opinions & thoughts to myself.
To be a private person.
Unknown & unpopular the way it has always been.

I don't make deals.
Not with the devil.
My head is level.
You can't scramble my mind.
Organization is what you'll find.

It is too good to be true.
Decline all offers.
Refuse to be a published author.
I don't need the critics.
Someone will always disagree.
With who or what I choose to be.
My beliefs are mine.
My morals conflict & controverse.
I no longer have to try.
I do not need to be in the public eye.
I prefer private eyes.
The whole world doesn't need to love me.
Or even like or know me.
I no longer want to be number one.
Or anyone's favorite, I am Ariel's mom.
You can have the glory.
My thoughts burn & simmer.
I don't need to be a best seller or a winner.