You should know by now that everyone see’s
what they want to see
Yeah, their own version of a fantasy

it’s so twisted, and conflicted
it’s so manic n’ sadistic
cause they’ll color you with love
then they'll color you with hate
you better run right now
cause time is run'n late
Oh, and girl --
You’ve met him a million times
Oh yeah,  you've memorized all his lines
cause, it’s a pattern that you know
called the one trick pony show

He likes his women dressed like dolls
(when he decides to finally call)
he rates you on a scale from one to ten
You say -- not this *&%# again!
before you hang up on the phone
you scream, "You're so creepy, and you're lame"
Whoops - I just forgot your name

you'd  end up being the bi*ch or,
you could end up being the saint
or, maybe it's so **** twisted
they really got so addicted
to all the pain, and the pleasure
(you were his little treasure)
that he so sadistically inflicted
Paint you, black —
Paint you, blue —

Yeah, paint you until he’s through

Read the pages of ancient lore,
Where a creature lives in days of yore.
With violet, black, and silent wings
In the dark, a wretched thing.

Over bloodstained fields of dead men's flesh, 
Bringing forth the sting of death,
Silently soaring, with talons sharp
Quickly tearing the weak apart.

Who can stop it, strong and wise,
Seeing everything, with it's watchful eyes.
Never sastified, wanting more,
It's greed rotting it to the core.

Among the shadows it spends it's time
Plotting carefully within his mind
For the next time you come around,
 You'll try to scream, but won't make a sound.

He'll take what you have, to the very last straw,
Quickly and quietly as you watch in awe.
In the depths of your soul he deeply stares
You should be thankful if your life he spares 

He sees himself as full of power
Not knowing there will come an hour
At the time when no one else can hear
And the shadows he himself should fear.

For long ago, in days of yore, 
Within the pages of ancient lore
The dark became his haven, 
And he called himself The Raven

4/15/14

I am good with life, and life is good with me*

We have battled

shed blood, and puddles of tears
fill the footsteps of our struggle

We have loved deeply

melded spirits lifted above an unswept life
exposing the naked elegance of the universe

We have learned through reflection*

now in evening hours, battered and cut, toothless and bloodied,
looking out and laughing at conquered obstacles

wiser from experience, fear is now friend, not foe
love is embraced as the magic elixor, and learning continues

A morning thought, please think on this
I have woken up, feeling angel kiss

Heavenly visions dancing in my head
Placed in gentle slumber, while warm in bed

Wings of angels carry me
Through brilliant light, I cannot see

I'm blinded by the ecstasy
Just thinking of, what we could be

Brothers and sisters come gather near

There's something important that you need to hear

Our mothers and fathers have squandered the earth

The question is why did they ever give birth

The oils all vanished the lakes have run dry

There's nothing to do now but sit here and cry

It should be our time now to take up the torch

Look what they've done here, the earth is all scorched

The trees are all gone with the air that we need

We're condemned like the earth to just lay here and bleed

I know that we're done, you said that we're through
There's just one little thing that I need to do

When we're all alone, and the moment's just right
Then I'll make double sure that there's no one in sight

I'll look to the left, and I'll look to the right
Before I reach out, to pull you in tight

I'll carress your face, with a hand on each side
Waiting to kiss you, my time I will bide

Remember this moment as the last we will share
As my fingers, they run through your silky brown hair

I'll cover your lips, with my lips, oh so tender
Once again to your heart, I sweetly surrender

The first river is the river of lust, it is a narrow turbulent river, full of hazards
The ride is fast and fun, but brief, destined to wash you ashore cut and bruised, the river's end is seldom seen

The second river is the river of love, only calm waters
Also a narrow river where beauty abounds
Very easy to forget you're alive, floating towards the rivers end,
a spring fed pond

The final river is the river of love and lust, the widest of all, and the most diverse
Navigation is tricky and requires a skilled hand sailing towards an ocean of wonders
Your attention is required, but rewarded with the most amazing journey
*There is time to ride and time to rest which is why I love this river best!