So, do you pull out?

Metaphorically sexually speaking…

Troops pulling out as given by command

Twisting weeds from from the soil

Teasing the opponent with a sly need…

Really though, it is

simple…

Finding it easier and easier to free myself of a world so very far from home;

pulling the reality

away.

emotions get the attention over logic.

Dallas County Judge Eric Moye. In love with power, which is a basis for survival on some levels and thus ripe for abuse.

Moye is a Judge. A maker of final decisions regarding emotions.

He gets a visit tonight and it will be… interesting.

Words Germanic said with stern the romantic

Words of French such sweet rage

Will it? Maybe

Maybe it will surge as a castle fortress under siege

It will and has brought such memories

Yeah, fuck em in the ass

without lube or sympathy…

No safe words or mercy

as they themselves are not safe and definitely are without mercy.

Offended?

Then don’t read this as you probably are one of those who would just love to tell freedom loving individuals just what to do…

The First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution.

The right of Assembly and Free speech…

So fuck any politician who not only thinks they are better than me

but who also seeks power of control which with irony, they could never come close too

as with all their bluster and power

they truly are nothing more than pathetic…

Filled with fear and are truly weak…

Paradox. A nice word. The first half of the word builds up. The second half brings the climax.

Climax. An interesting word. The first half of the word descends. The second half brings the landing.

Landing here and there, taking stock and ponder

Grasping a line, a rope with experience

Tying a concept grown from roots together

when pictures in a mirror

argue and blame.

Mom up-side-down.

Just playing as the words come first in seconds

Perfect, actually,

these words.

Really.

When the people demand the people

orders, laws, decisions,

‘My will, not yours, be done’

Time after Time after Time after Time after Time, until there is no more time for escape…

Blood always flows, either inside the artery or spilled upon a battlefield of choice

and for all the time and experience recorded since history began…

People still do not understand or remember what it is like to die yet still retain the illusions of freedom and life.

From a distance standing under blue sky, the clouds shed the weight with relief

wringing the wisps of black and white; dry.

Standing in the pouring rain, under pressure of losing the feeling of dry

The coldness, the water soaking, the impossibility of escape.

Both are acceptable, both happen all the time

but

have you ever ridden a drop of rain?

From ocean and field the clouds nibble the evaporation

Filling belly until it almost bursts

and then, the moment comes for release…

Wheee! What a rush!

As if rubbing bare feet on a carpet gathering spark and then touching another person surprised.

Constant rumble and tumble as the drop gathers speed, falling towards a thirsty planet

always

always in need.

Riding the rain is pure fun and joy

it’s the end of the fall that brings one back to reality

leaving the one standing under it, laughing!

It is indeed good to both ride and laugh with the rain.

(in a language of simple such color; vibrations and layers. this is what it translates too)

So now a bit of translation…

Of this slight touch, pursed lips of frown

Still of pause… now… here it is

again.

again.

again.

Understand world.

It is not nor can the hold of eternity

be answered

as in my heart

i called you before you were born

sacrificing a sliver of my heart.