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Are you prepared for this undertaking?

You've shown no sign that you are prepared for this gelatine product, Which is a good thing because you clearly couldn't handle a body of such voluptuousness

Begun

I should preface this by saying I'm not sure that it's finished, but I like where it's at and I don't like having to force more words, so it's done for the moment. I learnt to walk, By following the goat on the mountain side. I learnt to see, By watching the hawk high overhead. I learnt to hear, By listening to the lone coyotes howl. I learnt to speak, By talking to the trees. I learnt touch, By floating in the ocean. I learnt of you, By forgetting everything.

Always bring a knife to a gun fight, or any fight, life is a constant fight, bring it to that too

Pack for every Eventuality Fill your pockets with Golden survival Stuff knives in your socks  Fire in your hands And jerky in your briefs And pray Pray they come Or this'll all be for Naught And if they do Turn out  Offer them an Open hand But don't forget to Arm the other

Blerp

Everything was different, I wish I could say Now it's all the same, But no such luck Or maybe that is lucky. It's hard to tell When it's all in flux. Gains and losses Can't be measured Using any known system Only the feelings of Pain and joy

Thoughts confuse me

Is this right Or am I Just Projecting society inside myself Wanting what I should want Rather than what I do want Enjoying what should be enjoyed Rather than deciding for myself Should you want something Just because you can do it Should you enjoy something Just because you're good at it How do we know When we are conditioned so Taught what to want And How to feel Learning only when It's too late That we don't Have to participate When we've already run the race

Do I exist if they no longer see me Am I the tree In the proverbial wood. Do they forget what they no longer view In the stream Like the fish within the herons shadow. Do I leave their thoughts Like the night As soon as the sun has risen. Am I out of my mind When I am out of theirs Was I out of mine To leave.

Marian

That kind of look that just breathes "I know what the fuck I'm doing, And you want it, You want to know". It captures me At the basest most innocent of levels. She stands Forever still In black and white. This wolf at my door.

Trapped in movement

Alabaster wolves Snap at my heels Desolation wasting The teeth are waiting For me to fall Down But up Up I go Though up seems to be straight ahead Flat Ahead There is no up I run in the same spot But the teeth are always there

Grey

I hide behind Dressed up exteriors And dark interiors Hoping I don't notice What I really am So here, see me This is the painting I choose to show Allowing no one to enter the attic And see How scarred Burned And torn The real one is So what you see Is most definitely what you get Because you will never know What's inside this head

I make people burn Apparently And shake Shake down Through You? It could have been you It could Still Be Still Tonight Just watch the light From a million years ago Gently illuminate The face of the moon Brightening your eyes As the ground you stand on flies Through nothing But this is our everything It's all.