i want to show you my scars. all of them.
and tell you the story.
i have many, i know. and probably 50 more will be added.
the ones blossoming on my shins & knees,
that's what happens when you're active in summer.
the one under my bottom lip,
i was young and my slumber met a sharp ended edge.
the ones on my hands,
let's just say the oven isn't my good friend.
and the other scars...
those are the scary stories.
those are the ones i lock away.
the ones on my stomach, my wrist, my arms.
those scars hold no stories, only nightmares.
those scars were no accidents, only battles.
i lie, most of the time, when questioned.
but you are not judgmental.
these scars, i know you could never fully understand.
but if i share my story,
if i tell you the secret beneath the scare tissue,
can you at least try?

Wait what?....mind ninja!
                                                  You speak to me subliminally
with words
and imagery

                                                    Your views pushed unto me

Tricky Jedi

tickling my synapses


                                              The darker arts were never my cup of tea

no player your not fooling me

The stars only glow when I close my eyes.
I'm only drowning deeper in my own self.
Because whenever I fall into this black hole, and the stars start to glow.
The things I left untold were only meant for you to know.
And when I give you my love, sweet dear, I will show you the things
no one has ever dared to know.
The stars only glow when I close my eyes.
If I had one I'd give you my soul.
Maybe I'm evil...

The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.