I have been stymied in my thoughts
The world is no longer my own
they stole it
they took it away from me
they have stopped me
they raped my imagination
and toss it aside
made me think its was something to hide
don't you think it's about time
we take back our minds
we get on the attack
we beat them
slaughtered them
hurt them
maim them
for the sake of preserving
what isn't as perverse
as they make it to be
for the sake of sustaining
something close to being free

"I just want to be someones number one" he wrote.

It haunted me.
Why?
I have been number one to so many
It ends up in heart ache
It ends in tears
It always ends

I want to be someones number 3

Return my call
But not right away

I can count on you
but you may not be home
and that's okay

'cause when we come together
we are both present

When I'm your number one you smother me
When I'm your number one you take me for granted
When I'm your number one I don't feel like me anymore

Yes, I know
I am no longer me
I am now us

But us should be more, not less, of who I once was

I liked it better before I was number one

1. Does a kiss count?
2. Can a bottle of wine make it all go away?
3. Can a bottle of vodka?
4. Why don't you leave a comment?
5. Why keep coming back?

So I have been watching who has come to see me. I know you. You are alone. You are over seas, you search...

I don't know what it is you search for, but you find me.

And you linger. You look. You watch. You read my deepest thoughts.

Then you go away with out saying a word.

Speak to me

Comment

Let me know you were here

You can come and go as you please

But let me know you were here

Mess the bed or something

When lust and love meet
Your body responds and reacts
And sanity retreats.

Today is a day for lovers.
But what about us?

You know who we are.
You know who you are.

We, who have love,

and security,

and all that the world seems to desire

and yet

we long for passion

and lust.

We hunger

and yearn

for something more.

Where is our comfort?

It's not in this day.

It is in the everyday.

Today

for us

is a day of longing

that others can not fathom.

Be gone day!

Begin the night!

and if I tied your
hands against the wall
above your head
tightly

would you turn your head
as i tried to kiss you

and if pressed myself
against your flesh
and stole your soul
as you exhaled

would you deny my power over you?

you can try to run
but you're already caught

my web is thin
light
undetectable
until you are trapped in it
trapped by it

no
i will not be spurned
you are not your own any longer
you are now mine
my pray
and to spite what you might think
you're going down

Well, you thought you knew me
You thought it would all be okay
Just yes me
Just agree
It doesn't work that way
I want more than that
I want more than to be heard
I want to be understood

You dont have to appreciate me
As a matter of fact
There are so many things
You dont have to do
You dont even have to love me
But you have to do more than you are doing

This isn't working out for me
And at this point
I could care less if it is working out for you

knowledge of good and evil

Did the apple contain all the knowledge?
Was the apple magic?
When he bit into it, did it all wisdom come from a fucking piece of fruit?

I think not!

Foolish mortals!

We were made in the creators image
The knowledge was there
It had to be there
Buried deep

And then
A means
A meathod
Some one turned on the light
And now we know.

It's like never seeing a sunset
Or a butterfly
How do you know of the beauty and inspiration of those things
How they might change your life

The ability to change is all ready there
The ability to know Good
And to know Evil
What will be your apple?