Defiant.

I regret I am not able to expose my eclectic interests,Faster than I am able to live…To have them critiqued,By those with nothing else to do.It is frustrating keeping a mystique…For those restless ones,Chosen to uncover dirt!And doing the best I can,To satisfy this need.I am on their side!I understand their cravings!

They can continue to bleed…From that which has created them.To procure an enduring satisfaction!That this Earth is not a living cell,And ‘spirits’ who have not chosen to be born…Are watching them in production,Perfecting their own spice of life…Diced with hell!They do not understand…How all here is connected.And ‘Mother Nature’ has grown tired,Of their thoughtless infestation.Neglect…

And none to come!

Who knows.I’m told I shouldn’t be ‘picky’.I should be appreciative,And invite someone into my home.I believe they say this because…Well,I am aging and should be in a relationship.But the peace of mind I worship…Confuses that with ‘desperation’I guess.I am not one to cruise the streets,To find anyone to meet!Nor do I think of going to…

To a fate that awaits.These weapons rust.And show their lack of luster.Activities to keep a hollowness that creeps.Produces the weaknesses,Of those with minds bleeding with defeat!And a lost of empowerment,To another given but not intended.Initiating their own demise lamented.And the sheer uselessness of their shallow deeds.It does nothing to strengthen or cure as a remedy!

Just like the mind she has,That’s on the brink!She’s a pitiful piece of used meat.And she still tries to give it away!On any shore she whores.