Did you think my words we're "LAME" never to be honored, soothing to a soul. Moving in ways you cared not to seek. Off in your own thing.

Words I spoke you never even herd. BLAH! BLAH! BLAH!  Is all you herd. For automatically you tuned "ME" out. For was there really some "TRUTH" to what I spoke...

You didn't want to feel the dagger or endure the pain, never was it a GAME.


Relentless is the charactor and name you claimed, until one Day you just had to up and go. Ice cold to the core. Now how is one to adore, when you continuously explored, looked for fortune and fame, outside your bedroom door. You found a willing Dame, you used as a throphy, That to Me is lam!!!

Can't tame the "BEAST" within. The Lions nature is to devour and roar.

Prey on or be prey! In the end who really is full and fullfilled, rests with both eyes securely shut tight, peace and content through out the night.

Im getting there, over younder I will go. For good seeds been planted, weeds have been up rooted. What lingers shall soon welt. Then plowed away, up rooted. Making way for better ground to be toiled, nourished in a true Gardners way.