I'm Sexy and I Know it

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I Just Wanted You to Know

(FYI)

Every time you touch my soul,
you make me smile and glow....
Even on days when I am covered by the clouds
Immersed in the dark...
and the rain is falling Hard
Endlessly
On My Road
Drowning my path, belittling my soul...

Your touch, your Words
Become that crack in the sky
That light escapes
and Warms my Skin and dries my soil...
it keeps me company on days that I feel alone
On Those Days that I know that the world is here
To hit me, and watch me fall

Yet, your touch...your words
Are always soothing,
Always comforting

In your Words
Is where I see
The World...bright and clear
and Stand Tall
In Your Words
Is where I am never Judged
Only Loved and Adored
In your Words
Is where I find a home
A home that forgives and accepts
A world free of judgement,
Free of Hurt...
Free from ignorance, free of consequence
Free to Root, Free to Sprout...
Free to Be Me

Where I am loved, adored and accepted...

I Quit

That's it...I've Had it!!
I Officially Resign!
From....?
Adulthood!!!
From this point on out...
ALL of my decisions,
Will be determined using the
Eenie - Meenie - Minie - Moe Method

P
L
U
S

ALL of my Arguments will be Finalized
when
...
I Stick my Tongue Out
:-P

Got It?
Good!
Don't Forget it!
So, Keep it!

Now, if you will Need Me...
I will be out for Recess.

No, I Am Not

I'm Not Sorry, Why Should I Be?  I Meant It Once...But, I Regret It Now.  I Was Sincere, In All My Apologies...Not To Sound Disingenuous Now...But, I Don't Regret My Actions Now.  Nope, Not Even A Little Bit.

How
I
Wish
That
I
Could
Undo
All Those Stupid Apologies.

I Realize That You Never Deserved Any Of Them.

Not
A
Single
One

Time Has It's Way Of Sorting Those Things Out

For Me,
For You...And
For Everyone In Between.

No, I Am Not Sorry...
But, Who Cares Now.


Does
This
Make
Me
A
Bad
Person?

Precious

Your Mind
as beautiful as it may be...
Is reminiscent of a parachute...
It
O N L Y
works
when
It's

O
P
E
N

Blind

I think too much about everything.  It is my gift And my curse.  It's where I go to and come from.  It's how's I live, it's where I'll die.  It's neither here, nor there...but everywhere.

F
E
E
D

My deadened mind.
Feed this beast that lay inside.

I am in no clique. No Thank You...I'd rather starve under the desert sun...than give thanks to a thankless group of moaning mopers that merely exist to feed and breed....
What a pity...what a waste...

Feed Me More...
I want your Real ideas...I want your Sincere thoughts...
Crumble up your disguises...
Burn, Slash...Crush...Destroy...
Scatter the Mindless Herds that have blanketed Heaven
A L L ow  M E
To free your Minds

Escape to a paradise...
Free from judgement, free from punishment

Think of me as a roaming Rorschach. 
One in which draws others out from a darkened blindness...I do my best work, when left to think undisturbed.

Feel my Thought, Speak with my Voice...

Live, the path I am walking on...with 

Mercy

Compassion

and 

Understanding

That Road is all of Ours

My Wise Physician

Once Told me...
(In All His Truth)
"The Cure
for
A Sickened Spirit
Is a healthy
Touch
of Love."

"Is that so?"
I asked."
"But,
what
if
The Cure
fails?"

He Responds,
"Then Increase The Love."