Prone to lie.

Under that self righteous,‘Holier-than-thou’ veneered exterior…They lust.That’s the only thing they do,That can be trusted.They lust.Whether it’s sex, violenceOr drugs from others they sell to bust!They lust.The weapons they legalize to hunt and kill,Just for thrills to satisfy their mental ills.They lust!And stealing and lieing with covered up shrills!They lust.Don’t let them fool you.If they…

Now that something meant…When they first began,Has little left to offer.And the pricelessness of it…Is not merely exchanged as token!Something had has broken!And much of that has decreased in value!But they wish for no one else,To know its true worth.When all pieces shine together.Wishing to deplete it into nothing,Themselves.And they keep enforced the dullness…Of the…

Learned skills and acquired talents.But by all means…A hefty fine can be applied,To a spreading of ignorance denied.

Yet I can truthfully say,I’ve come to respect them highly.They may be folks who work,At stores I go.To purchase items,Where I stop to shop.In unique and personable environments…I’ve come to like a lot.Friendships I’ve developed,I did not expect.As I spend a few dollars…Sharing and gaining respect.And there is one place I travel,In Bloomfield, Connecticut.Intending but…

Is soon to come.Beating up yourself with troubles,Snacking on stale bubblegum…Is over and done!The map of life,Has gotten brighter.Hot spots lit…Have added misplaced pieces!Wars and fights,Ignited around the world…Aren’t won,Or satisfied to thrillWhen love decreases!Keeping in perspective,What’s expected and demanded…Is refreshing.Making stands that hands of all be clean,Seems instantly insane…But must be done!People must see,The…

To be brought to the surface,And revealed.Something expressed,To free the confession.Something that gives,A confidence to expose.With a healing that begins…A realness felt one feels.Hopefully appealing to thoseWho have chosen to removeHangupsAnd unlock doors they chose,To keep closedFrom endorsing enforced poses.