Every Subject is deeply fascinating;
some are lucky enough to have found Subjects with which they resonate.
Though, if you've not yet found a Subject that fascinates you,
worry not that there is none to be found;
simply persevere and continue seeking
that you may one day find such a Subject;
that you may perhaps make manifest
your truest of Passions
and that perhaps you, yourself,
may leave a lasting and beautiful mark
on this world.

Waves of ripples flow from my *******,
As your touch, my resistance cripples.
Slow to tease, but quick to please,
Caress drowns inhibitions with ease.

As my body sinks to the ice cold floor,
All I know is that I crave more.
Down and down and down you go,
Where you’ll go, only my fantasies know.

As you reach your destination, my body quivers,
My chemicals unbalance, flow like rivers.
Ready to succumb to a sea of pleasure,
You’ve reached my island and found my treasure.

I set sail into the sunset of the afterglow,
A place far away that only intimacy knows.
I’ll be beached under a couple of coconut trees,
Thinking of you my love, down on your knees.

I walk out of the corner store and put the chocolate bar in my jacket,
And a pregnant lady looks at me,
With a child of her own soon to be,
I bet she wonders will her son roam the streets,
Late at night,
Even the thought gave her a fright,
I walked across the road to go sit on a bench to watch the cars go by in peace,
I sometimes do that when my friends are out of reach,
I watched the store close, the clerk finally free,
A moment later a middle aged man drove in with his white Toyota,
He was fiending for cigarettes, but the clerks shift was over,
He yelled let me in, come on, let me in,
But the clerk already counted the money in the till,
I then started to grin,
Because i got my chocolate bar, and he missed out on the cheapest cigarettes in town that were more important to him,

Walking down the street I pass
a girl walking in her bundle of flannel and warmth
strut strut strut
I blow smoke from the corner of my mouth
to spare her the danger
of my second hand smoke

You know its 5am when you hear the birds start to chirp,
And the sound of water boiling for my dads morning coffee,
I can’t keep my eyes closed,
All my thoughts seem to stop me,

All night they've been running through my head,
I start to think,
A thousand miles and hour,
Things like, "figure life out Dylan",
You need will power, to succeed,
But not to the point where my mind is corrupt by money and greed,
And all the hate that comes with its need,
Or should i say want,

We make the important things obscure,
And blow up which celebrity is on drugs and lost,
Which diamond rings are new in stock,
And how many lives they cost, each,
I think its sick, teens wanting an eating disorder and being malnourished because its
"Hot"?
No wonder i can’t sleep.