Life is just like fruit.

Days toll on Nights sullen Never on my own Alone all of the time Should have changed Importance placed the blame on my name Faces that surround me Require the most from me I see them surround me I cant hear them The storm is getting too loud I feel nothing Disappointments fueled by animosity Such a sunny summer day or I think it used to be My storm is in the way Stop incoming tragedy I look up into the faces of my children I should have been easier on you Shoulda been easier on me Middle finger to my 40th birthday Storm rages Penning pages Time passed so quickly Diamonds fall from mouths speaking to me Nevermind, I'm sorry those are only atrocities It was change I've wanted change so badly That I fell apart On the ground picking up my shattered disaster Adjusted responses Tweaked my inner Demons Turned um into Monsters Bent them Forcing them around pain It's suffocating in here Storming inside me Beating me Annihilating my sensitivity Beatiful misery Beating the fuck o...

        There is something so very amazing as having a nice bed. I think it is ridiculously underrated in this world. It is a true sanctuary. Just as a dry morsel feels along side a meek quietness, than a house full of feasting wreaking strife. In this very time I thought I was lost, many times I have thought I was beyond salvation. Then the dungeon shook and my chains...my shackles.... fell off. We aren't what we want to be; we haven't yet reached what we are going to be; but thank God, we aren't what we were. So when the bait is more than the fish, it will be time to stop fishing. Until then...Happy Hunting (the lioness shall never seem to never sleep her duty never done, yet with class and sleek intellect it becomes not just a job but fun) Keep kicking ass. The Fruit Never that never Falls too Far From the Tree 

Sun sets upon the horizon beginning its diurnal dance, sensually caressing the oceans enticing curves. Endless waves kiss the shoreline. Just as love sometimes does, the ebb takes over whilst singing its apathetic aria of change. Ever shifting the balance of here and there. Near and far. Abstentions and intemperance. The kaleidoscope metamorphosis that gives birth to the balance between all pleasures and pains. Perpetually adjusting so as to give some equipoise to overwhelming precariousness. Vacillation of power and acquiescence. The sun exchanges places with the moon. Seasons give way to one another. Harmony. Serenity. Tranquility. The holy trinity. Exploration of deeply treasured divinity. As the ocean reaches for the sky, the sky reaches for the stars. Stretched from underneath all of my scars to see the forest for the trees. Seeing past the worlds duplicity. Greeting wisdoms lessons with veracity. Expanding an untamed elemental discerning gift of integrity. Beautiful wings bur...