To Every You

Let’s escape!
Your hand is warm,
Don’t let go now,
You might
Be lost in the Void!
I look back,
Pulling you,
Along with me,
Over my shoulder
Your eyes laugh
Your teeth
Flash

Into the light we run!

No fear now!
Full stop!

Astonishment!

If I focus on you,
Meditate on your existence…
Will you feel my mind,
Wrap around yours?

Lost,

Each other in the earth,
Found now in the sun,
Orbiting,
Pulling each other,
In magnetic fields,
Full of every hue,

Colours,
Human eyes can’t see,
Sending you,
Every volume,
Written in the heavens,
With every name,
You wear,
Love flowing,
To every face,
Beauty past words,
To every you,
Raining love’s intent,

Let’s escape!
Take my hand…

Nearly Naked

Almost naked truth
Threatens to remove it’s last
I hide my eyes
I do not want to see
Those were not lying
Who said ‘ignorance is bliss’
For having climbed to blissful heights
Fall to nothing
Looking at the clouds
Once I lived there
The sun was sweet
Zenon did not circle us
I Understand
Better than one might know the soul
That desires to die to have some great goal
Yet is too weak to live and lives by choice alone
I understand hope gone
When Truth takes off her blindfold and her clothes
Her scales drop in the dust of war
Law fades to lusts survival

Oh Truth
Do not remove your blindfold yet
I do not wish to see the scars
Inflicted on you by the worlds swords
They make me dizzy with fear
Those who would tear the veil to shreds

I see you creep in desperate hearts
Showing me thier stark reality
Showing me how little I mean
People mad with chasing pretty lights
Running in darkness

Naked Truth

Almost naked truth
Threatens to remove it’s last
I hide my eyes
I do not want to see
Those were not lying
Who said ‘ignorance is bliss’
For having climbed to blissful heights
Fall to nothing
Looking at the clouds
Once I lived there …

The sun was sweet
Zenon did not circle us
I
Understand
Better than one might know the soul
That desires to die to have some great goal
Yet is too weak to live and lives by choice alone
I understand hope gone
When Truth takes off her blindfold and her clothes
Her scales drop in the dust of war
Law fades to lusts survival
Oh Truth
Do not remove your blindfold yet
I do not wish to see the scars
Inflicted on you by the worlds swords
They make me dizzy with fear
Those who would tear the veil to shreds
I see you creep in desperate hearts
Showing me their stark reality
Showing me how little I mean
People mad with chasing pretty lights
Running in darkness

Rescue The Princess

I have heard people say being a princess is not all it’s cracked up to be and I have also heard those for whom the general world at large would agree WERE princesses claim they are not such a creature. All that aside I simply wish to make a point that I have observed in real life.

Beauty matters.

A friend posted once that men can see better than they can think but I have seen plenty of women who fall into the same catagory. Good grooming is a MUST at any age so this is not about smelling good and having your hair clean and you clothes pressed; good grooming and beauty are two separate things. If anyone disagrees that beauty is more important than intellect in this world look into the archives of ‘The Learning Channel” for thier ‘wired-for-sound’ beauty trumps brains experiments. (not that I needed those given real life observation…..)

It is a truely amazing human being who can rise above this and SEE past the sex and into the soul…one friend once posted, “It is easy to love the peacock but it takes the greatest love of all to make the wren beloved.” This is the truth then….

I want to be a princess!

Being attractive is acceptable as long as princess vultures are not waiting for you to fall asleep while they circle over your ‘meat’. This world is not so kind. Prince and princess vultures are flying around everywhere and thier sole objective in life appears to be to show the World they are the most worthy of It’s worship: they are very successful!

Ok lets check the themes; to be a princess (with a few modern exceptions from disney like ‘Mulan’ and ‘Shrek’) You have to be helpless, kinda stupid, (not TOOOO stupid you wanna be smart enough to be cute), and you have to be a pretty good singer or dancer and you have to look like some goddess naked; and, in the West, you have to be pretty much naked when ever your keepers, (who make you believe you own them but you don’t), want you to be and children? UGH! Ruin figure! Have them when you are 40 and the hormones help your skin! (Demi Moore, poor thing, is looking kinda haggard these days…but I digress again)

OK I wanna be a princess….where do I sign up?

Oh yeah I forgot….you gotta start this stuff when you are pretty young. At 47 you can BUY ‘princessa’ but it costs about 50,000!

Tell you what….

Just gimme the 50,000…once a year….

I will pay a handsome hunk to act like he cares….bonuses for not looking at other women…:D