Sex relieves the stress caused by love…

Many pieces of soft indigo skin untouched…
No being  is worthy.

As I lay out by the ocean…

The waves tell a story.
While sol plays his final drum.
Heading back under the cover of the ocean.
Where Poseidon rests his staff and hums along.

Greek Myths

I can only express myself in the way that I know.
And I am only as strong as this mortal body will allow.
I perhaps too often think of a time before The Split Apart.
And all the good I could have done.
If Zeus had left man as he created it,
With four eyes, four legs and same count of arms.

For most just having a feeling is enough.

He says that he does not understand my poetry, still he enjoys it when I read.
He knows not one lyric to my songs although he smiles when I sing.
I do not know what feeling are brewing.
And I would be a boor to break his heart.
For my emotions are troubled in the moment and I do not know what I want.
I do intensely enjoy the pleasure of his company, and to most that is quite enough.
And I know excuses hold trace value, but I was shattered…
In fact broken into two once.
He’s spoken to me of his fears, what he expects from life and the treasures he’s looking to find in another’s heart.
I listen plainly, and begin to paint pictures with the words his soul creates.
He’s said he does not understand my poetry, yet I remain flattered that he prefers to him I read.
He knows none of the lyrics to my favorite songs.
But, I enjoy his smile when I am asked to sing.

Have you ever wondered why you have two ears and one mouth? Because you should listen twice as much as you talk.

Your every thought isn’t golden.
So neither are the words falling out of your mouth…
No one needs to hear you screaming,
If you are screaming only to hear yourself.

Coming to love is fairly easy. It’s keeping it with us that’s much harder.

We are strangers until we meet.
And what we don’t know about one another gives us all the more reason to love.
We share our separate interests,
Hoping one will interest the other
Then comes the loll…
When there’s nothing new left to discover.

The falling leaf says to his friends, “Hold on.”

A clump of grass In tired hand:
Autumn is just a season and after winter, spring will return.
No man, no matter the culture has that same luck.
We grow old and older, hoping for the blessing to turn somehow wiser.
While the leaves remain happy just knowing they have bloomed.

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” – Maya Angelou

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
– Maya Angelou

“God has a plan…we all have a destiny.”

In the Christian bible, Cain was portrayed as angry and nefarious. Although he lived a considerably good life. He knew the unconditional love of his mother and the laborious trade of his father and had a younger brother who was said to have been so kind. But, for Cain there was the nature of something dark inside him. And it ultimately lead him to murdering his brother Able.
“God has a plan…we all have a destiny.” What goes through your mind when you see phrases like that? Are the choices we make our own or is everything we do or have done been chiseled into stone by the sisters fate? Can you without any doubt blame Cain when you think of terms such as; ‘destiny’ and ‘fate?’ If so, are the paths made for us and destinies set something we can change. Moreover what do you do once you have?