Territorial Pissings

I suffer for what it's worth,

inside and out

never ashamed

although at times

I wonder for what it's worth,

and maybe the sun

shines into the truth

increasing the light

and answers arrive.

Like a pope to a desperate soul,

I seek for what is right

and what is not

influenced by the norm.

In times of need

anger fills my lungs

and I seek more than most,

and water spills

over the edge

suffocating a vision

once told in despair.

And he haunts her like a vision

from

sand,

and asks for forgiveness

as he strokes

her silky shoulder

and forever they be

as she craves for

a boat to

take her far from here

or

there.

Suffering is in all of us

the day we are born.

And we choose

which is better to

hold

and which is better

to

let

go.

I want so much

yet I get so little.

Which is honest

and which is

influenced...

I try and live

but sometimes

I destroy.

My walls are strong

but they

crumble in my water.

I float from here

and fly from there.

Nothing is common,

my world is

full

and yet I want

to fill it more.

Speak no more

of what you want

just be and love

your most wanted

soul to touch

and

never stop

believing

your worth.