Tag Heuer Twenty Four Concept Chronograph

Compass

In a tail spin, in which direction do I go?

Life; give me a sign.

Discover why I love                 
                               deeply

Can't let it/you change me
Though it/you change
Then one can never be defeated

Process is grueling,
Learning discovering   the pain is downright unbearable, yet
Hurt is imperative to the process,
Essential as the rudiments of life.

"Lord don't let me lose my mind." I pray thee,
Need love real one
Indeed, I must accept your love first; rudiment
Before I leave this planet coming home to you

I know.
Permit this soul, giving strength to endure
For it is you that gave the desire
Since a child,

The pain is downright unbearable

But bearable to teach.

In a tail spin, in which direction do I go?

My compass leads.

Kick Ass

speak volumes and say naught,
beta-blocker ready
now speak.

Waywardness

There is no formula to the intricate
at heart.
There is no healing for the wounded
core.
There is only realization salvation
and revelation.

There is no darkness in a lit soul,
There is no light in a dark one
only chaos and the desire to conquer
the good with its evil.

There is no formula for the wayward.

MusicMe

Donnie Hathaway..

Perfected Imperfection

He is everything I want him to be
And everything he is not.

Music Me

I give you LIVE!

Phenylephrine

Can barely breathe
Congestion is the solider guarding the door
Waiting for me to blow

So I do; often as the dome fills
Then pounds seeking relief
Ahh..ear pop!

Finally, sound! well a little.
Oh boy, here comes snot rolling down
on stealth mode yelling,

Catch me if you can! Ha-ha!
This some BS! Is this absolutely necessary?
Head pounding potholes in sanity or

was one ever sane in the first place? according
To what measuring stick? There is no other soul
To measure against. Cept's for the chiseler.

Nose is presently sore to the touch even
Standing under the shower stream
Brings ache and refreshment

So shower's are done with one hand
In a fist the other palm out catching rain
And stars.

Some hot tea sounds nice and
Warm to the soul.
A nice dinner.

Now all is left is
making love...
Wait, congestion's at the door! Achoo!



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