I've been told I'm an old soul, I may only be twenty three. But talk as though, I'm a hundred years old. This is because, I notice everything, and when i say everything, that is everything important 2 me. N I don't usually talk, unless conversation, seems important 2 me.
In the wind I smoke, as I manage defeat. But throughout life, the candlelit, I did. I moved from here 2 there, where, the idea was my begining, and my thoughts were without winning. N still, I chose, go. N with reasons being, like experience I glowed. Seeing more than just my brightest light. It was desires n dreams, that fulfilled like sewing seams, and the sensual scent, a fragrance, sculpting my passion, of love. Molding me, holding her, she became pressed like a wild flower. Hour by hour, lighting me, together, with her beauty, as fire.
I dream of the fallen death of ignorance. Smelling the present stench, of arrogance. Why must,such,a humane world, take such great pride, in being so ugly 2 each other? Where a winner appears 2 be, or 2 me, a greater ass. Why couldn't all focus? On strong points, in someones other than themselves. Apreciating the smiles and genuinely warm feeling, resurected, in the stride, of a deeper compliment..... Erasing all of jealousy n envy. Where everyone is not only proud of, there own. But, seeing others, with potentials, and strengths. Hear no ugly, see no ugly, if no human being were 2 judge ugly. Pleasing be, the kindness in mankind. Then let be, to each their own, as everyone has there own....everything