Idle Time? Now Y'alls Stupid Asses Got Pro'lems! (Black American, Male, Stand-Up Comedian) 2011

These muh fuckahs just always thinkin they can get away with lyin. Rich men and men in general for thousands of years and more thinkin somehow, some way they have found the ultimate lie or con. Like Bania used to avow on Seinfeld, "Gold, Jerry! It's gold I tell yah!" Fools gold! Yao Ming?

Rich mothah fuckahs and this here Federal-fuckin-gov'ment been lyin their asses off and thinkin we are some stupid sorry ass bastards. What the fuck! What's a muh fuckah supposed to do when companies are tellin people by the thousands, "We're sorry, we have to let you go." And they escort your ass off the company's property, waive goodbye, "Peace My Brothah!"

And this economy is gettin better? The fuck I look like? Boo-boo-the-foo'? Shiit, they need tah quit that noise!

They thinkin we are so stupid that we are not goin, on those now off hours since yo sorry ass is unemployed, to start seein what's goin on? Shiiit, a muh fuckah gottah lottah time now to watch the news, surf the Net and talk to the other numerous unemployed folk.

Now, here's the quandary with y'alls rich and rich/political dumbasses, those same muh fuckahs yo silly asses done put into the unemployment line start gettin more armed with understandin, witnessin what the fuck has been really goin on, becomin aware of the bullshit they been missin while workin their asses off so many wasted years, you dumb sons of bad cocks!

Don't they understand that? Mothah fuckahs sittin up here with Ivy League educations and shit, and don't have any common sense whatsoevah! Tryin that juvenile psychology bullshit, "Since you did this before for free and now you want to make a living demanding pay, we will no longer provide you work." You super-silly-arrogant-sorry-inhumane-mothah-fuckahs, You! How they think so many mothah fuckahs have all this time for that, Wallstreet protests shit that's goin on all across the country? Cause, y'alls asses conditioned a slave to work like a fuckin dog until they die. And whatahsurprise! They ain't dead yet; albeit, y'alls rich motha fuckin asses wish they were...then yo sorry asses gots the nerve tah take the work from'em! Just because I gotstah pay those ignant poor mothah fuckahs now and I used tah not have to pay those sorry poor animals shit! The fuck?!

The more a slave works,albeit yo greedy ass gotstah pay'em a lil som'ehn-som'ehn now, the less idle time they have to finally read, research...find out what's been goin on the last fifteen years they've been workin sixteen hours, goin home, sleepin seven hours and it's back to the grind!

Nah! Keep the muh fuckahs workin! Then your lies stay true because who gives a fuck as long as a muh fuckah is gettin paid, stayin solvent! Don't lay muh fuckahs off or start downsizin... give incentives to companies that work the shit out of their employees. Then muh fuckahs don't have time to be informed about the lies you tellin. Doin shit half ass backwards. Just fuckin dumb!

These elite, entitled, lazy pieces of shit didn't learn shit from their ancestors, those damn worthless, shiftless, greedy, inhumane slave owners.

You work the shit out of a slave. Work a broke, poor mothah fuckah for 16-23 hours straight, on a regulah, and I guaran-fuckin-tee that muh fuckah ain't gonna think about escapin or gettin edumacated...as long as yo silly ass breaks'em off a lil som'ehn-som-ehn! Yous ain't gonnah have nos problems from d'em! Hell-to-the-nah! All that muh fuckah is gonna be thinkin 'bout, aftah all those hours of slavin, is gettin some fuckin rest and gettin some fuckin sleep. And yous have no pro'lems at-all! Believe dat son! Yah heard may?!

Synthetic Bonding (Twenty-Three Year Old Male's Poem of Devotion to Female Tribe Member of The Same Age, Now Courting) 1984

Baby calm down, turn around and allow yourself to hear the sounds and words I avow. Gonna be sunshine before too long. I promise. You promise? He promised! Just hold on strong. No need for the bong, our past Siren’s song. Life is real. We must deal without the induced altered state. Let clear conscious decisions be our destiny, not fate. We’ll be fine throughout the night and the light will shower on us like the finest wine. We’ll take communion and drink of his blood which he shed for our chance to live our lives together. Inclement weather notwithstanding, sometimes handing us a storm; so we may warm ourselves; unite, to make our relationship stronger. Holding hands and fighting the good fight, conquering this life. The longer we hold on to one another the more the bond will adhere. Eventually being seamless, as one; with nothing or anyone to fear.

(HMNS) Devalued Human Commodity (Sensient Stock Broker) 2015

It’s something to say to be living today. I don’t pray to stay. Let nature take its course, like with any marriage there is always discourse then divorce. Mine was a shotgun wedding, being thrown into this life without a choice. Final sale as I inhaled my first breath. No returns once it is taken out of the store. Caring of the purchase is optional, people have never cared about the fine print, “To Care For,” label. Because it all depends on how much time one has to take care of the item. Products are not made like they used to be manufactured; once finished with the completed product, it was taken through various tests for quality assurance, once passed, then and only then shall product be able to be out into the open market. But times have changed. For the good? It’s all about the perception of the one which has witnessed the declination of quality of product of note. The stock market price for Humans(HMNS) is at its all time low. And that’s what it has gotten down to, the question that has always been out on the open floor: To buy or to sell?

Eden Deferred (Female Horticulturalist) 1951

In the Garden of Eden everyone’s bleeding. Plucking, de-seeding this earth. The birth of a child sends a mild and dolorous cheer. Seers of another disfigured plant. Peers into the future not worthy of the beauty that has just been harvested, a wasted youth prophesied by the truth; an adult life full of strife; but there’s always hope with fertilizer dope. Smoke from the volcanoes to light up another high. Spy the genes turning obscene. Instill the will. Give society a deity. Just one life; not two… What a pity.

The Human Plant (Female Horticulturalist) 1952

Take the walls off the water; let the earth sink into the seas. The core copying what it did way before our Adam and Eve. Conceive another birth to this Earth; making the human more human; a scientific experiment which will each time fail. Inhale the wondrous smells… But the earth never stops creating its children to love and to nurture; so those same children will take care of their true parent of their Beautiful, walking and talking annuals. Manuals being left to steal the breath, to help them defend themselves, to survive the oft times torrent climate atop its heavenly body, its heavenly being. Hoping one day, the ones they have so much hope for and to never having to harvest again, will survive forever.

The Welfare Government...And Rich (Political Satirist) 2010

They say fools never change but they are the ones that rearrange. It’s a shame how they are in control; quite disturbing; quite strange. We pay them their government welfare check to chat on the happenings amid this new world order. Like the ghettos who they throw garbage at because of their trivial government allotment, not working for their money of need. So doth thy political administration; sitting back talking and talking about nothing and getting paid for non-productive work. The employers which employ us call that cause for termination, “Egregious misuse of company time!” They cause chaos and disorder, like the ghettos with their people causing violence because they are being non-productive; but its okay while they have to justify their civil servant elected position. Firing fingers at misdemeanors! Hypocritical transgressors. Never has peace come to the many countries of their given regions or nations. Who’s really on welfare? Situations tumbling out of control as the bombs scare; we stare at the violence whence the outcome of the fools’ job security. Happily we live as this earth comes to its end right in front of our eyes; giving out checks to elect the suspects, subsequent murderers of dialects. Our souls conditioned for apathy to no surprise; lies have become truth; truth turned into lies.

Help, Is A Four Letter Word (Troubled Female Tribe Person) 2013

I am so cofused Oh Lord.

Help me get centered in these decentered times.

Help me breath when I feel I have no breath.

Help me see joy when there is none to be seen with my weary human eyes.

Help me have hope in this hopeless state that we are in.

Help me keep, keeping on though I would rather lie down and sleep...forever.

Help...Me!

So I can Help...US.

Amen!

Treadmill (Enlightened Tribe Person) 2013

Don't take the trip that's hip. Slip into a coma to slow all the ills that perceivedly thrills. Pills being a mainstay as our sanctimonious self prays. But there will never be a requirement under this Heaven, this fine firmament, to fine tune this sickly state of being. Spent a lifetime looking for answers, and there are none to be seen after good prayers are sent. Lent another folly to jolly, a jocularity of clarity. Making one think there is a God over Us. Cuss the trust as we fall from high. Sigh until you are tired, not spry...anymore. Folk lore is just that, something to give the manics many panics to start taking Zanex. Pre emps the sorry commercial that pre-paid to lay another food for so-called thought. Bought the status non-gratis. But we are still here as we labor under Our God's Sun! Smile my Brethren child! We still have time to run...if not but a little while.

Backseat Mothah Fuckin Drivers! (Black American, Male, Stand-Up Comedian) 2001

Mothah fuckahs wants tah sit in the fuckin passenger seat complainin bout cho muh fuckin drivin! Shiiiit! Okee-the-fuck-dokee-smokey! So, you pull yo Black ass ovah. Fuck this shit! For real! Say to them,"Take the fuck ovah cause a niggah's tired!" They scramble out of the car, can't wait tah take the fuckin control, the wheel. Go head with you bad ass! Go the fuck ohn! You sit whence they once were. Get all comfy and cozy. Close your eyes. Fuck it! I need some fuckin rest!

Then, what do they have the nerve tah do? Callin yo name. Shakin yo tired ass every fuckin minute or so sayin, "Which way should we go?" Naw, mothah fuckah! Hell naw! Not, "We"! Fuck that! You! Whatevah way yo ass wantstah take is fine by me! A niggah tryin tah cop some Zs. For real!

Then, they start cussin you out and shit. Whatevah muh fuckah! Drive! Drive, with yo sorry backseat drivin ass! I don't give ah real bad fuck!

Aftah awhile they get tired of drivin, bein lost. Wake yo tired ass up! And state, "You drive! I'm tired of this shit!" Get some You! Right on! And get the fuck ovah in that passenger seat where you should have stayed before! And please shut the fuck up from now on, cause I ain't scared tah give this mothah fuckah back to yo sorry ass!

I may be tired, mothah fuckah, that's for damn sure! But I'll get US where we need tah be! Without all that fuckin complainin! Cause, I ain't scared and I'm used tah bein tired! Yah heard may?

Watching The Wheels (Blog Author, Tribe Person, Quasi-Satirist) 2008

Most people read the Bible for comfort. I read the shit for entertainment and folly. Insults my intelligence so. Unbelievable! The fuck I look like? Oh, blasphemy Meredith! You will burn in the intense fires of hell! Okay, and tell me pre-tell where your ass gonna be? Coolin your heels in Heaven? Puh-leeze! So called Christians fartin with their mouths, or asses, whatevah is clevah, they are both the same because they speak from both equally. Blowing that malordorous wind wherever and whenever they please. Funkin the place up! And fuckin this place up! Are you crazy Meredith? The fuck's wrong with you bo-ay? Not'in! Absolutely, positively, not'in! If muh fuckahs believed what I've been readin tonight the human existence would be heaven on earth. Shiiit! We wouldn't have to wait to be judged! Kiss my ass! Burn every one of those pages in that piece of shit! And if all of what I write is wrong...than get your ass out there and work! Spread not only the word, but the damn joy! That's all I'm sayin. And that...is a Beautiful thang! Oh, yes it is!

What does anything mean? Your name? Your words? Your moral character? Your existence? I was just reading the Bible and I smiled and laughed so hard I almost cried. I remember Brother Rice, a member of Christ Temple like Mommy was so long ago stated, “You know you have to smile and laugh at this stuff to keep yourself from crying all the time.” And he was serious as cancer. I don’t think he died from cancer but I know the man was a good man and he died of something, like all good and bad people do. Yo ass dies of something. Sho you right. You best believe that shit! No ifs, ands or buts about it. You will die! But when? That there is the million dollar question. People always talking, sayin shit like, they would like to know. Would you really muh fuckah? What be you then? How would your life change so drastically if one knew their given due date, their appointment with destiny? I mean yo ass knows now that you probably won’t live more than at the high end, ninety years and I don’t see muh fuckahs out here in droves doin things any differently than what they are doin to this very day. With the understanding they have no more than ninety years to do the damn thang! Whatever that damn thang is. Yao Ming.

You see it really doesn’t matter because it is all bullshit. Even if we knew, because we know now, shit yo ass is mortal not immortal, so things wouldn’t change in our lives. We would just fade away like we surely do every second of every passing day. Ain’t nothing gonna change. Ever. Cause we don’t want it to. Less...

People love habits. They absolutely hate change even if it is for the betterment of not only their existence but for the generations to come. Why? You may be asking yourself about these little words forming on your computer screen. Because change is nothing but work and oft times than not, change takes a lifetime and a muh fuckah don’t want to be working for the rest of their lives. Shiiit! While yah playin. Ain’t no fun in workin. Fuck the future! The future is now damnit! Let those other bastards do it, while I suck on my Cubans, and ride in my Bentley; buy more shit than my ass could possibly need or want. Vex about kickin another muh fuckahs ass. Talk about bullshit every fuckin day that is counterproductive… Now that’s fun!

People want to talk about makin money. Shiiit makin money is easy if that’s all this life is about. Shit you can sale your ass for money. Up close and personal muh fuckah and you don’t even have to step outside the door. But I don’t see everybody doing it. So it is more than just makin money. Our existence is elusive; the query so profound, “Why am I here?” And the answer is slap dead in your sorry ass face you elitist muh fuckahs! You see, yo sorry ass been askin the wrong fuckin question goddamn it! The question isn't, "Why am I here?", but "Why are We here?" Plural not singular. Ain't shit gonnah get done with just one muh fuckah doin the damn work. I am not One but I am made up of many!

We are here to aide one another, to love one another, to look out for one another, to make sure every one of our Brothahs and Sistahs are taken care of, to have just as much as the other, no more and no less. Even to the detriment to our own lives. And if you don’t believe that! Well…as I stated earlier, ain’t nothing gonna change! Ever! And that…ain’t no Beautiful thang! Yah heard may!

So keep smiling and laughing! Avoidance is a muh fuckah! But don't forget to wipe your ass with Hope! And please don't forget to flush! For real!

Tarry No More (Sixty Year Old, Male, Food Chemist) 2010

Don’t take this lightly but definitely politely as we sightsee in this world with hidden Beauty right in front of our eyes. Surprise of the size as the downsize gets terminal. Only a given few staying up after the curfew enforced every night. The fight keeps goin on, strong and oh so long as the thong of society’s crack gets attacked and shellacked with brown fetid matter. Fecal remnants still lasts on the “Savior’s” platter; still on the menu with not much virtue. Ah-Choo! As the allergies tend to get a little more pronounced as the seeds get pollinated; generated from a green color scheme partially-hydrogenated; a kaleidoscopic dream in whence one doubts this reality; a propensity amid us humans. What a damn shame! What a damn pity!

Religion: Making A Better Fucked Up World! (Twenty-Six Years Old Broke Black Prophet Pre-Salvation) 1991

You evah thought bout this here damn religion bullshit? I mean, don't make no fuck bit of sense whatsoevah! Keepin the slaves at bay. Oh, they got that ass! Oh, yes they did. I ain't crazy! No! No! No! Learned long ago, yah gostah give those niggahs, white and black, hope! Rich mothah fuckahs don't give ah damn bout a broke ass muh fuckah!

"Fuck that monetary bullshit!
I know...let's give'em nothin!
A fuckin deity...
God! Yahweh! Allah! Buddha! Combayah!...
I gives ah fuck!
Put any name yah wanna on that bitch, but I don't owe you shit!
You broke, poor, pitiful mothah fuckahs!
Just fuckin ignant fo no damn reason but tah be ignant!
Fuck! You!
You super-silly-mothah-fuckahs!"

And the beat goes ohn! Oh yes it does, My Dear Sweet Sistahs and Brothahs! Um!

For Eve, Her! (Forever) (Ex-Mormon Female Religion Member) 2016

We take things for granted. Things that are right in our faces we have not a clue because of complacency. We live to understand and ultimately to know. But oft times knowing is death. Death and life are synonymous in relative space and time. Let me give you an example:

The Holy Bible, like The Book of Mormon,... has been around since who knows when but the book down plays women. Time and time again in the so-called "religious book" makes women look like an afterthought, a mistake. But...that's where we make our error because in every day words there are hidden secrets into this here life. But it is up to US to recognize the obvious. Unfortunately we never do. And the most causative, final word one does not want to hear about something bad that is or is going to happen is the term, forever.

You see, Eve all throughout Our humans history has been getting her revenge. She has always been remembered, not discarded or sullied. Like the old adage goes, "Ain't nothin worse, than a woman scorned." You're going to remember me, foreveher! Damn right bout that!

Branded (Twenty-Three Year Old Male Tribe Person Still Smitten with Female Tribe Person of The Same Age) 1984

Thine eyes hast not seen such Beauty before me;
Thine being hast not felt such Joy, such gaiety.

I Will Love Thee til Thou Lovest me not;
If that ever be…
I will be in Hell, you see;
still smiling,
While pining,
Burning,
Scorching hot.

Eden Revisited (God's Inception Greeting to Four New Citizens to the Eden) 0250

Welcome citizens! To a Beautiful new world. You have come here by chance. Not so many make it through what I know the travails of the journey and the many obstacles I’m sure you encounterd to get you to witness all of us to the destination with which you are right now. It is so very good to see you. We have rules in this Eden, if you do not want to abide by them or if you do not like them you are always free to leave at anytime. But, if you stay, we here welcome you with open arms, if you stay within the rules of this Beautiful world which we will all create…together. Rule breakers must be banished. No, ifs, ands or buts. The people all around you, that you see here, which amounts to one-hundred-sixty-two, including the four of you, that brings our humble state to one-hundred-sixty-six, will have a vote whether banishment occurs or not, one‘s vote does not carry more weight than another. We are all equal under God’s Sun and Moon. I urge the four of you to try to get to know every single one of US and We to know you. We have no secrets only plenty of work. It is up to US to start making this world, not what it used to be, but better. All of US present in this time and place are here for a reason, and you must believe that. Chance got you this far but destiny is why you are here. We are here to start this world again. And this time…we will not fail this Heaven and we will definitely not fail Our God which brought US together.

You Must Suffer...For Her! (Forty-Four Year Old Single Male Non-Custodial Parent) 2013

It was time. For the past seven weeks, until this day, the voice calmly, softly and comfortingly had said, "Fast."

I knew the voice was right. Throughout my troubled life, the stresses, the evils, the problems...all were taken away with a long fast. The problem was, I didn't want to do it. At 44 years of age, I was tired of fasting. It hurt so bad the first three days; the hunger pains, the thirst, the stress that my body took on from abstaining from mostly all that I so enjoyed.

"Fast," the voice said again, as if reading my negative thoughts. After the first three days, then it was only a matter of mental strength. The hunger pains subsided, became manageable. The thirst, I would quench with just taking a mouthful of water and holding it there. Imagining the time when I could drink water again. Then I would let the water dribble slowly from my lips until none was present any longer. Say the Lord's Prayer and whisper to the winds, "Soon."

"Fast," the voice repeated.

I slowly shook my head. Tears starting to form in my eyes. I finally asked the voice, "Why do I have to always suffer?"

"Because," the voice simply stated.

I shook my head again because I knew what the voice was going to convey to me. I knew the answer even before I had asked the first query. But I had to hear the voice's response to the known question and subsequent answer.

I took a deep breath. Held it deep inside my chest and let the exhalation pass slowly from my mouth. Tears now rolling down my cheeks. Finally I choked out, "Because, why?"

The voice with its sincere, calming tone said, "Because it's not about you any longer."

I broke down on my knees and cried uncontrollably with grief, pain and pity. Covering my face with my hands, ashamed even that I had thought, let a lone, asked such a selfish question which I knew the answer to before I had asked.

While the voice said over and over, "The both of you are going to be just fine. Be obedient and fast for fourteen days. You are going to have to do this, and many times after, until you sleep forever...for her."

A Spire (Eighteen Year Old Female Tribe Person) 2011

Tomorrow is another day

For hopes and dreams...

For folly...so it seems.

There's God! And There's This Religion Bullshit! (Twenty-Five Year Old, Broke Black Prophet, Pre-Salvation) 1990

The old saying goes, "If yah scared, then go to church." Mothah fuckahs get scared and go tah church. Then yo sorry ass still gots the nerves tah be scared? The fuck! If yo ass is goin tah church and still fuckin scared, then yo ass just fuckin off! For real! Like the Drill Sergeants say in the military, "You just dickin the dog son!"

But we got Black ass mothah fuckahs, and white ones too, thinkin Judaism was the chosen religion by God! Like, we all just tryin tah get ah seat on a flight, tryin like hell tah get the fuck out-of-the-fuck-here, just waitin for the "chosen few" tah get bumped! If yo sorry ass lookin at the shit like that, yo ass needs tah get the fuck out the goddamned terminal and drive, ride a bike, walk...I's really don't give ah good fuck, cause that shit just ain't gonnah happen! Evah! If it's goin down like that. That's some fucked up customer service fo yo ass! And yo ass needs tah find anothah carrier goddamn it!

Fuck the Baptists! Fuck the Apostolic/Pentecostals! Fuck Judaism! Fuck Muslims! Fuck Buddhists!...and definitely fuck those damn catholics, with y'alls sick asses! Worthless pieces of dogshit! Cosignin fo Pedophile Priests!? The fuck!?

You think God gives a good fuck what religious sect yo stupid ass is involved in? That's Our shit, humans' shit! Not, God's shit! We been fuckin round with the wrong ass shit! Putrid! Quite fuckin malodorous, to say the least!

But since we surrounded by the toxic methane gas this religion shit produces, that Our broke asses gotstah deal with, put your gas mask on (make sure you clear that mothah fuckah first). Kick ass! Take numbers! And start tellin the fuckin truth bout this here life!

These so called religious fuckers wouldn't know the truth if God himself came down and slapped them mightily on both damn cheeks! Pa-dow, pa-dow! Nothin! The truth sans religiosity is the only way we gonnah stop smellin shit and havin tah put up with this bull-shit! Yah know. Word to your mothah fuckin Mother and Father...and anybody else! Yah heard may?

Peace! More to come...(Lord willing)

In The Best Interests? (Non-Custodial Parent, Aaron Thompson, Plea To The Indiana Johnson County Juvenile Court) 2009

“Mr. Thompson, do you have anything you want to say,“ The judge asked.

“Yes, Your Honor,” I said, and proceeded to lay down my reasonable law. “The way I’ve been treated down here in Johnson county Indiana…well…I’ve been treated like a nigga. I don’t know how else to put it. The head of the ADR in these parts, Mr. Saturn, he told me straight up, ”Mr. Thompson, you’re not going to change the way things go on around here.” Fuck that mean? I still want to ask that motha fuckin so-called mediating attorney that. Why? Because she’s white and I’m Black? The fuck? I don’t have the right as a caring parent; albeit Father, which you courts don’t think two shits about, to have Zoe at least half of the time? Half of her life is not reasonable? Why? Cause I’m a nigga? Cause I’m a punk ass man, and if I really was a man, in the traditional court mindset, I would be out there at work, providing and slaving for my child? Not, wanting to spend time with the child, scaling down. A fuckin sperm donor? The fuck? That’s not a man’s duty to care about the rearing of his child or children. So, what am I doing as a caring male parent? Impeding upon the traditional mores and values of a race that don’t have the faintest clue anymore of how to raise a child or raise their children? Due diligence. I have witnessed firsthand of what I must do as a parent, not Mother or Father, but a motha fucka who played God and now the role of God don’t look so hot because the creator has been duped into a contract with another creator who’s creation was nothing more than the other creator being…bored. Not, realizing what that one creation will become, or what responsibilities belies when one plays God and creates. The power of Gods hand: I give you the gift of knowing creation. The greatest and most priceless gift God could ever have given US, his soul, discernment. And what do we do with it? We fight with one another about the time the creation can spend with one creator than with the other creator. We drink; work all the damn time; do drugs…cause we have found out, this creation shit ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. Touché! Touché! God is a stupid motha fucka to keep putting in the pot on this gamble. He called. I called. And whatasurprise! Loser. Every fuckin time. But he did… and he does. I did..and I do. Because, like Our Heavenly Father, I have hope. And with that hope, Our child cannot become wayward. This society is replete with wayward children; hence, my non-traditional role of a Father; albeit, just a plain old parent. I am only guilty of that, just trying to be a plain old parent. I want this court to pity the man which stands in front of this judge. And I also want this court to pity the situation Zoe is in, in the creation process. The creation has no choice. The creators make those choices for them. I just want to be a part of my creation. I have nothing more to say Your Honor.”

Heaven Is Nigh (Broke Black Prophet) 2016

Take the time to find the fine line in this life of pitiable destiny. Blessed to be a wild child, instead of being meek and mild; it's so plain to see in me; piled high to the sky looking and knocking on Heaven's door.

No one has ever answered. Sent a request before I am dead, asking: "I keep knocking, will someone let me in?"

A terse response contained therein, "I don't care! But there's no need to keep knocking! My son, you are already here!"

The Little Big Things (Twenty-Three Year Old Male Tribe Person Smitten By Female Tribe Person of The Same Age) 1984

She smiles;
And when she does her teeth gleam so ivory;
Innocently;
Beatifically.
Face emitting a Lovely wondrous glow
From her Beauty.
Eyes dancing at me...

I'm hopelessly in Love.

Goodbye (Dead Caucasian American Poet) 1998

Let the fire roar while I soar into another life. Let the past be my present and future as I drift into my final slumber whence to never return. I have seen the light; alas, it is as pitch black as any ominous darkness that I could have ever imagined. But I stand stoic, never bending or giving into, this dreaded untold world which I am about to embark upon. A journey that I know not the origin or the given destination, save many have called it "Death." Bring it on! I have sailed the various seas and oceans. I have traveled many of places and I stand intrepid on the precipice of the point of no return with not a choice but a path that has been set for humankind so long ago, and I am no different. I revel in just that, I-am-no-different. Destination, Death. And the wondrous thing about that is...where be my destination posthumously.

Seeing In The Dark (Blog Author) 2005

I know this guy. He had so much promise, so much light within his soul it was a Beautiful thing to behold. Now though, the light has went out and he tries so desperately to find a match or something to start the fire again. He'll find it eventually. Maybe he has not a clue that there are things all around him that can ignite that fire again. I'm sure that there are. He just likes the darkness. And he'll find the ignition soon enough, when he is ready to feel the warmth again. But for now, he finds solitude and strength in that same darkness where most would find it absolutely cold and unbearable. But one must understand darkness to appreciate the effulgent light. Right?

Seeing is easy in the light, but the darkness hones the other senses we all possess; yet, we do not use them to their full potential, less we live in and appreciate the darkness for a time.