Out Of Alignment, Near A Town Called Grace

He drinks to numb the pain Pops pills to fulfill the lustful desire Blinded by the illusion of happiness in material and superficial things that he doesn’t see himself An empty vessel longing to be filled, yet looking in all the wrong places She cries in her room alone Longing for the touch that will

Drawing The Line Between Myself And The Joneses

Once upon a time it was pointed out that “keeping up with the Jones’s” was something to take note of. Society had lost itself within a cloud of materialism. We are repeating this same idolatry with a Kardashian world. Using our own bodies to materialize society and not allow them to be the beautiful treasures

When Fear Flees

The perfect fantasy The perfect illusion of what Love is, come to the flesh The perfect delusion to hold on to The perfect feeling of now A hope that brings life Fear that crushes the spirit fled Being the perfectly imperfect and allowing the imagination to hold the Hope For nothing else brings such Joy

Protected: My short tribute and thank you to Marilyn

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