Whenever I sit down to live out a moment of peace, I relish this gift of mine, That I can waft so freely between whatever I want, Rebellion is never easy and fun, And now that I've gotten past poser tendencies, I love my life, and yours too.
All Can Agree The sun was bright and full-bodied, and looked as if it would stay, floating in the sky forever. It’s radiant rays sprung their way down towards a grassy mound of lawn. The light hitting the earth was completely beauty-full and was all alone in it’s interpretation that tomorrow would be a better day. Even though this sun was complete, it was not harmful to look at, for it wafted down in embraces of love and colors so complete that it brought a new found peace in it self. As if by reflection, what lay beneath this immaculate sun was just as radiant and pleasing to the eye and spirit. The ground was not coarse but it had been well treated to and looked to be holding seeds of new flowering plants. Rising from these seeds stood flowers of brilliant and majestic color. They were flowering in the trailing sun, as warm bees and insects set themselves on it’s buds. Singing in a new tree of healthy oxygen was a blue bird with two eyes like small marbles. Rolling around in it’s loft, this bird couldn’t help but encircle the sky. The whole landscape was never ending, with hills rising over the horizon…never ending. And the most pleasant of thoughts occurred, for these hills stood solemn with just as much beauty contained in each as the one standing solitary. Each was united with a new bud and blossom. These flowers soon morphed into almost human figures, sucking up all that was good. But still secluded themselves for contemplation during the cold. But one lone tree kept its leaves. And even though snow fell all around, the sun was still peaking out, shining a single beam unto this tree. So, the bird still sang loud and the insects, upon hearing their alarm call of sorts, came out and looked for their nourishment. But the flowers still kept to themselves. They were not ready. But the gleaming forms of nature didn’t care, for there was still happiness to be rejoiced. And as the sun went around and around in it’s hourly pattern, it couldn’t help but be proud of it’s little ones, who had overcome the odds. But sleep overtook. The sun went to bed and the flowers bloomed underneath soil of no nutrient. Sensing the urgency, the sun stirred and helped them poke their little heads up out of the earth. For the guardian angel never truly slept. But it was best that way, and all could agree.
Breaking the Crust The sun so bright and dreary, Gave her a sense of warmth, But an undercurrent of unhappiness was soon to follow. How could she have done that, With such an eager lust, She had to have thought it through A once pleasurable feeling had been placed in the whole, But it had left all too early, And now the hope was over. If love ever had felt a cold shudder, This was her, And she was content with that. Indulging in herself was much nicer that waiting for the right one, It was egotistical, But that has never been a bad thing. If eyes of amber and hues of gray settled down upon her, And blues of deep receding gray, Then she shall let them come. A soft twirl and blink was all that was needed, To mend the broken spots, Her eyes glanced towards no-one. Eating a meal of dry crust bread and cheap drink, Looking as a sight for the sore eyes and heart, It shouldn’t take long to sit and ponder who would come along. A man with a top hat placed foolishly askew on his head walked towards, Obviously he was looking for a mate, She couldn’t help herself, so she let herself in. Constantly looking for the right one to fill her whole, The top hat wearing man did little, But break the crust. It started off nice enough by having a little foreplay, But he soon overtook her with cliché, And inserted himself to her side. Leaving her dignity behind, She let herself become guided towards the man, Helping herself, but only letting in him. His secrets bloomed in her mouth, As she sucked down to the core, Licking and straining herself to become one with him. But without any feeling of remorse, It was all for nothing, And over before it had begun. Brushing off her teeth and combing her soul into her hair, She left a ten dollar bill in his coat pocket and left,
