I think american men need a right of passage besides shaving and driving...
Women do both of these...
No issue here with women but they have there own ritual it comes first ONCE and then onward for good every month....
Men dont have so natural a moment where we become "Men."
Feasting on that sacrifice
Teeth sunk in paradise
Raw warm red
Shred by shred
Life thinks it devours death
Till its last breath
Until you pause
To find the cause
"What made that noise?" You're thinking
It came from within
Must be my stomach digesting
Interesting, ritual doer...
I had been wanting to work on my fantasy novel... but I keep being redirected towards non-fiction relating to the spirit world... I think I need to write this book, like it is one of the purposes I must serve whilst here on Earth.
Flowing melody echoes in the woods,
Somewhere in the darkness,
Cease the tune,
Kill the voice,
Let silence prevail,
Sweeps the life away
Death holds sway
please note: I dedicate this to my...
the earth sits idly around me; arctic grass drowns my bare feet as I tiptoe to higher ground.
tonight my heart is heavy, full of every excuse I've ever used.
the only wish I have stored beneath this soul is to wash it all away..
tears well over and spill...
I bought him a deconstruct society kit for Christmas and watched him play with the tiny humans all day. The theory was that if I showed him what it was to be god, he wouldn't want to implore such an overwhelming force, and fear such an irrational ideal. He wouldn't trip like...
A bubble brand of beeblebrox bounced and bumped the door,
while Willie ****** trumped his hanker and hiccupped on the floor.
Super snizzle simple dizzle dallied by the way,
Artie Blartie kept on farting and blew the world away.
my man fights for freedom.
she says, extinguishing her cigarette against delicate skin.
i tried to talk him down, from ledges that led to nowhere. a no-man's-land where only fearless women tread. my heels snatched on barbed wire and tore my feet to shreds. these toes are not...
Like the grapes
But they're too high
Like to win
Like to change
And forgot again
But Love temptations
Will be happy
Even if ain't the station
All too queasy
All too real
Yet downright cheesy