some day my prince will come

I remember who I was when I consciously thought
(Like the porceline princess did,
Before that old bitch slipped her a laced apple)
“Some day my prince will come.”
Such an idealistic child.

Yeah, I’ve met this Prince Charming mother fuck.
If you see him, tell him thanks for killing that idealistic kid.
She was annoying.

If you don’t know what I mean,
The part about Mr. Charming being bullshit,
Then please plug your ears.
I can’t be the one who tells you the tooth fairy doesn’t exist
That privilege is reserved for another
Don’t worry, you’ll know who.

Besides, I could not accurately depict
The horrors of the true coming of age
When reality is nothing more
Than the 9 to 5 and a cold bitch slap right on the cheak
The same spot where my prince kissed me last.

in the real me

Changing, morphing, growing, evolving.
The pains and pleasures of each bone breaking
Breaking and resetting
The pain is pleasurable
I’d rather feel this pain for a million years
Than be so crooked.
I’d rather swim in the pure concentrated essential oils
Of this pain
Than to ever again feel the ecstasy of the plateau
The warmth that slowly creeps from the tips of your fingers
And toes
And electrically shoots to your root chakra
And just teeters.
A crazy cosmic scale, balancing billions of tons on both ends
So much potential energy
All waiting for the cue.
The breath, the simple movement, whatever it is
That’s it, breathe those lusty words into my ear, love.
Now the cosmic equation is complete
That somehow, it throws the balance off
The mighty libraic scale tells me the plateau is done
And suddenly the potential energy is not potential anymore.
The mighty energy release is nothing compared
To the excruciating pleasure of self-actualization.
How can a contorted creature feel such pleasure to begin with?
Just you wait
How much better it will be
When you’re in the real me.

pompetus of love - steve miller band. there is no meaning for the word "pompetus" but for some reason this phrase has a deep meaning to me. Perhaps it's because love is beyond comprehention.

still not finished...

My name is Eve
I am the pinnacle of God’s creations.
They say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery
God made the world to flatter me
I am the queenly Venus, birthed from the sea
The oyster’s prized pearl
My crown is a golden halo
It tumbles down my back
The ocean covets my golden waves
And begs for them, crashing on the shores
My eyes are the color of the Caribbean
Green with the life of the surface
Battling the dark blue from the depths.
Like Solomon’s love that is better than wine
My lips are stained with the frantic love
Redder than Solomon’s prized reserve
The brilliant summer solstice sun
Is dimmed when I smile
It is put to shame.
Who needs a phallus straight scepter
When I clearly rule my subjects with these curves
My queenly garb is porcelain silk
When I stride I glide across the earth
As gracefully as a bird though a still sky
I do not walk, I fly.

define: reciprocity

The ethic of reciprocity is a fundamental moral value which "refers to the balance in an interactive system such that each party has both rights and duties, and the subordinate norm of complementarity states that one's rights are the other's obligation."[1] In essence, it is an ethical code that states one has a right to just treatment, and a responsibility to ensure justice for others. Reciprocity is arguably the most essential basis for the modern concept of human rights[original research?], though it is not without its critics.
Many assign the imperative commandment of Golden Rule as instruction for a positive only form of reciprocity. A key element of the golden rule is that a person attempting to live by this rule treats all people, not just members of his or her in-group with consideration. The golden rule, with roots in a wide range of world cultures, is well suited to be a standard to which different cultures could appeal in resolving conflicts.[original research?] Principal philosophers and religious figures have stated it in different ways.

tears are detergent of the soul.

My spirit is willing and my flesh is steel

My spirit is willing and my flesh is steel
I am a horse.
I carry my load and yours
uncomplaining I carry you on my back
uncomplaining I let your spurs dig into my side
like Jesus.
I am a horse.
my muscles gleam when covered in sweat
I am more majestic the faster I gallop
I will RUN.

I am fucking steel
I am foraged from fire
I am foraged from fucking FIRE!
I am sharper than you can imagine
I can slice a man witout even trying
nothing hurts me. nothing.
Nothing breaks me. no one.
Except fire
Now look at me.
I am red hot
dripping with desire
The flames of love are all around me
mold me, my spirit is willing.

My mind is a fortress
nothing can enter it
My mind is a birthday suit
no one can change it
no amount of tourture devised
by the government or otherwise
can crack what is behind these eyes
no one. nothing.
except a dream.
Men try and break in
but as you already know,
I am a fortress.
but you
you slink your way in
like a thief in the night
you riddle my mind with words unintelligable
words like "love"
of course, you are not normal.
a normal dream would float away upon day break
not you.
you reside in my fortress
and that is ok

Though I am as sturdy as a horse
though I am strong as steel
though I am protected as a fortress
I cradle you upon me
I can take you to places you've only dreamed of
I my heart is softened just by the sound of your voice
I am dripping with desire
I let me guard down, I let you in
you are all my mind pictures at night
and suddenly I'm naked
and that is ok