Robin.

Small and soft she quivers in my palm,

She is a free thing,

Not to be contained.

Yet,

Not yet,

I hold her a little tighter.

I take pleasure in this guilt,

I think,

What if I snap a leg?

What if I squeeze so tight I pop a head?

Countless ways to kill…

To express my pain through her suffering!

I envy her freedom,

She’s free from thoughts,

Strictly survival,

No choices; no decisions,

No bills, just bliss…

Fly then,

"Leave me as you would!”

By all that is natural,

The subtlest truth,

With all she knew,

She flew.

Reasoning.

I wish to know where to go,
Is there someplace that I should be?
Be there where growth is free.

I wish to know what to do,
Is there a clue?
Be true through thoughts and deeds.

I wish to know how to live,
Is there a need for me?
Be, just simply,
Be.

Blood, Flowers, Both And Between.

The heat is real, dirt in abundance, through it and for all, everything is made. What more challenging than to come in agreement with what an action truly is? As it grows, everything shifts, itself and themselves. Is man fool for his constant, the unwillingness to change?

Godlike.

There’s an undercurrent swiftly flowing unbeknownst, perhaps forgotten is appropriate; we (must) as well stop navigating, anchors raised, allowing an effect as such as the wind would rush through a tunnel, not cumbered, even if blocked, in a moment. This thread needled with certainty into many folds of ridiculous nature. One reason, to excuse a risk. 

Until this flower bleeds out, both sides and in between, will accept. 

Red Gray Alike.

Rush of force into an eternal space deep within.

It didn't seem real, it never does because it changes so often like waking up from a dream; a second a reality, the next a realisation.

I beg for selfishness so thoughts would cease and the execution materialises.

A calamity of the mind.

Wondrous possibilities.

One Cause.

Dare to move and it wont go beyond truth
Reminiscing on self preservation
Make a hey/holla to round and around whats done

Given the chance,
They have done denied
What about now,
Come crawling begging chances

It wasn't always what you were expecting
End to a beginning as it is a start
Done, and move, let go-
Free your space,
From hate, race outta circles fake alike
Action- action, now take delight

Come night, grab what's left and run
Into starry yellow sun
Ha- gone, safe and say to sound
Peace of mind then left undone

Lurking Beneath Hope.

Destiny,
I fear you for I know not of you,
I am helpless for the very same reason,
I am angered by my helplessness for the fear I have of not knowing you.

There are many desires carried in the hearts of humanity. Why so? Many are left unfulfilled birthing regrets. Regret, a word spoken deeply yet courageously as lightly. A shift of beliefs towards the reality of fate; each being meant to do what's already done in the future. Understanding this would mean ceasing the existence of regret.

Coin this acceptance a bowing out of the fight for ambitions. Dreams be dreams, the manifestation of imaged thoughts by the very core of want.

My desperation is as clear as the sun's reflection upon the open sea. 

A Crown Once Forgotten.

They find it amusing to be 'in.' To speak, act, and dress; overall to be as popular culture would. There is an existing flow but why to swim along it? Truly, there should be praise for originality in an age where everything is. Known for righting wrongs, aligning misaligns, and praising beauty, to what extent must there be an active search, and doubt, should there be victory? Luck, it is called, to leave decisions to chance; a mix-matching of events building up to destined doings. DENYING Luck, believing self empowerment; full force of effort guided by goals or desires alike. We must learn to worship beauty...

... my heart darkens for pagan like thoughts, but with

Beauty comes the desire for peace, modernism, birth of a competitive era challenging minds to depths of thoughts yet unexplored. Let there be separation of minds, grouped according to common prejudice. Prisoners imprisoned for discrimination allowed opportunities to express their hate, by mutual hate, so then even blood shed shall have merit for purity. Step forward then the, (e.g., gracious, elegant, confident, sexual) devotees of beauty. The imperfect shall be perfected.

Allow me a chance to live for a worthy Queen, or marry a Royal mind.