I am not saying turn your back on God if you believe in that I do too... I believe in every God Yehowai to Ares to Odin every which way and diversity because it gave people hope. What I am saying is to accept you were given free will by the Gods (plural) to achieve the impossible...

What I've noticed about religion... Anything can give anything something to believe in about themselves... the Greeks on the battlefield used to pray to Ares for this symbol of strength this will to battle on... and they become absorbed... and thought they were outnumbered and the enemy was charging on down on them for this emcumberance to fight on to keep fighting and before it was over... the fresh trail of their enemies blood lay scattered on the soil... they had won! Many people pray to God, YeHoWa, Jehovah for this peace in their hearts... I find the power that a banana can give me the strength to carry out my day cause it gives me those vitamins to carry on the day... a cup of coffee can be this thing I need... People need something to believe in.... they need the power of themselves... because you are a human and you can be anything you want to be... Churches can be rebuilt... the lands itself will change, nations will be conquered and replaced with a new flag... what will never change is this human desire to live...

My post was semi off topic so i'm reediting... sorry...

I guess they call me an Indie, published two books. One a book of Poetry another Fantasy last year.

So sick with worry
A scammer calls for attention
I talk to them
They bore the living hell out of me promising me this that
And all of a sudden in the middle of the night
A plea for help emerges
I ponder to take action
Thinking it's just an alarm a ruse
I told the scammer I know what they're up to prior
This call for help resonates within me
Not truly thinking or knowing what to do within myself
I send in a crime tip with every detail depicting every indication of this call for help came from
Tell the police to just hack my phone if they have to do so
I wait in response like the yearly tree that blooms
Did I save someone's life on this dreary night
Meeting someone's doom
I might've saved a life
I think all of us make those calls
We're not heroes
We're simply stating the facts
And hoping our truth makes that person free
From captivity....

she's had that dream wedding planned since a little girl but that slip of paper changes a lot of things... both of you are like uhhhhh it's her/him... except where common law applies prefer a union same displzy of vows just not under the court's jurisdiction that both of you are now bound... divorce is too tricky on both parties who get's what? you can have kids STAY in love and grow deeper connection than that slip of paper provides... that what the other has is now there's under law...

A man who takes care of his self ins't afraid to show he cares about her sings his heart and is never afraid to show the world that she's his one and only ;) she likes to be independent too... not to say she doesn't like gifts who doesn't? but showering her bathing her in them will suffocate her free will she wants to be born free and not be bound to any man... be her friend always and for sure be the man who impressed her in the beginning don't go being sloppy and be someone different she won't care what you do even if you're a bum as long as you ain't begging for her change she'll love you unconditionally cause your heart never changed...

always remember to listen to her aswell….

I have found being emotionally available being a poet a real turnoff for them... nor is for say throwing some dude on top of a pool table proving you'd do anything to protect her from some creep for him to just chill it off... the majority of them want honesty and respect. To be remembered always but not be clingy. If you want to be happy in love don't marry a pretty girl for her looks and glamour marry an ugly girl who values and appreciates your company :)… it'd be nice if it was that easy right? wrong! You have to know that women's limititations and adjust accordingly to her wills and needs while not being a pushover... girls are just like guys with sensitive feelings that why they usually make each woman different, a unique experience... to better put it be yourself but keep an open mind and loyal to her only don't go checking goose eggs when you've already got a beautiful swan.... if she just wants sex that's all she wants...

Love doesn't just happen cause you give up or give in rather it happens when it happens
you can live a life of pride and self worth and not find love
You can truly not care deep down you still do it's not going to happen
When the angels are truly feeling you blessed they'll send cupid's arrow to prick you
And someone you may have never expected comes into your life as if by fate
You never stop dreaming you never stop hoping
These tears are heard in heaven and make your dreams come true

My Queen, does your heart belong caged in glass
A vast star doesn't need caged
It belongs out in the open free from all worries and burdens
Draped in love to be admired so near to the heart that his voice echoes for eternity
Always haunting your soul as if by caged night and merely frightened he takes your hand and lets you know his feelings are with you always
Do you simply do what you say and feel neglected to tell them what you yearn for
That most men shelter under a cloak of fear while putting up a brave front
But shatter like glass if pushed back even the slightest bit
Their fear shall set you free to be who you need to be
From birth we are who we are we change our outlook while remaining who we've been
You are a rose a delicate flower yet has it's thorns that prick if not handled right
You may scare others but you do not scare me
I'll be your friend till the end even if a special one takes your hand
A queen owns everything she owns yet needs someone to not be so lonely against the night sky
A shooting star crashing unto earth to be free to love again...

Am I not enough for you?
For you to let me go?
Or you just used me
To fulfill your fantasy.

A lot of heart in this refrain

You're incredibly gifted keep writing! :)

Love kindness and being respectful unto others is what should be taught in schools all the basic instructions seem to fail most people anyway... You could end racism you could teach people to help out to pitch in their part you could stop wars if we each respected our boundaries. kings have lead armies to take what isn't theirs, because at first their nation was attacked and in defense they became worse than those that had struck them. I myself have found points in my life of extreme anger that is worse than those that gave it unto me... In what I thought was an act of defense I have turned into a raging bull. you will find if everyone was to have basic morals these laws and conditions would not exist...

Physical appearance does matter in the beginning, it attracts each other but when you learn more about that person it does not, that's why literal blind dates and the internet can be a beautiful thing though they are filled with fake people and those who want to use you... when you learn to love that person they can put on 500 pounds almost literally and as long as their heart did not change you love them thick or thin

I have a pinched nerve in my hand and it's hard to type i'll try to see a doctor about it soon but it's hard to type or do anything when half my hand is numb... :(

No matter how hard I try
No matter how little I care
There's never been a girl to stick beside me
I can try to move the mountains to make her pass
I can carry her over a puddle so she doesn't get her feet wet
Or I can simply try not to give a care
And she's never there
Should I break down every brick and build a castle for myself
Live in my own obscurities as a person in love with only myself
I truly appreciate beauty but I want someone with a soul
Someone so beautiful they scare the world at how magnificent they are inside and out
That her heart shines like a star on the brightest day
And our love cannot be measured by time or distance just the single comet
Of one soul that found eachother in a crazy world

This is an exert from Final Dream something within me is wanting to share this thinking maybe it really changes some heads how much I have grown as a person an individual and someone who just wants more out of life...

A skinny curly haired fisherman approached him.
"Excuse me, mister. Would you like to buy some fish?"

"What in the darkness do I need some stinking fish for, you half-wit?"

The man ran off in a daze that someone insulted him.
Rictor felt bad. He didn't need fish, but he didn't have to be so rude. Maybe he hadn't changed that much after all. He would need to find this man and console him. It was too late the man had vanished. Left with no other options he decided to forget it for now and focus on his goals hand. He was to begin a new life and that had changed. He wouldn’t have cared that he hurt the man before. Now was different. He cared that he had hurt his fellow man and begged Ithena for forgiveness. He also prayed that the man would not take it too hard and recover. This was the most beautiful thing he had ever done in his current mind. He had learned a lot tonight. He would tell everyone he met how much he had changed.

He walked out of the port gazing at the night sky. Tomorrow would bring the promise of a new day in his new life. He would follow the rising of the sun till he reached his next goal. Either home or whatever he was sought out to do in his life would be his target.
The sun came up as promised and left Rictor at the gates of his home. He entered his home expressionless. Perhaps his long journey exposed had revealed a thickening layer of famishing from his lips. He didn't need much, just a drink of water. His family was there along with princess Dia. Dia had come to console the family and to comfort herself. He was their son and he was Dia's friend. His loss would be a tragedy for them to bare.

Rictor walked in as nothing had happened. Just walked in said hi and then got a drink of water.
"So, is this all we get is a hello? No hugs? No, I've escaped death? Not even a usual Rictor gesture like what's up?" Dia was furious. Rictor had shown no compassion to be alive and seemed hardly aware he was even alive.

Rictor then spoke.
"What are you complaining about Dia? I am alive after all!"
Rictor paused. It seemed he was losing his perspective on his new life.

"Look, I'm sorry. I truly am glad to be back with you all." Rictor although apologetic was nowhere near pathological aware who he was.

"Stop right there!" Dia pointed a finger at Rictor.

Rictor was baffled.
"What's happened to the old Ric?" Dia was sobbing afraid she had lost her best friend to this delusional that stood before her though once the same man.
"What do you mean? I thought people would like who I have become?"
"It's not who you are though. I want the Rictor I grew up with. Not someone who thinks they have an idea of how to live right. Not someone who thinks they live better than anybody else! The old Rictor would never have such selfish morals..." Dia's words trailed off in Rictor's brain maybe just maybe she was making sense, but he was quite sure.
"I don't get you, people! I started a new life to be good to people! Damn, I even cared for those I had hurt in the past!"

Tyrel butted in clasping his son by the shoulders.
"And what has this new life brought you, son? Has it told you every answer? You seem to have forgotten who you even were.

Rictor we loved you for who you were not what you tried to become." Anehti said gracing Rictor's cheek softly with her hand.
Rictor's delusion was about to fade.
"What about the needy people of this world? Can't anyone help them?" Rictor was confused on who to be at this moment.
"By the gods what has happened to you? Have you truly lost your way? If you have lost it don't forget it this time! You always said a man must learn to stand on his own if he is to make an impact on the world." Dia said drying her tears, remembering the strength Rictor once was.

Rictor's delusion was reduced to nothing. He began to cry.
"My god, what has happened to me Have I been in a trance this whole time?"

"By the gods, we have him almost!"

Dia then reached across and slapped him across the face.
"What the hell did you do that for!" Rictor said holding his bruised cheek.

"No, I'm sorry you smacked me? It's my fault the world is messed up?"

"Hell no, you harlot! That hurt like hell!"

Dia then reached for Rictor and hugged him. Her old friend was back!

"Oh, by the good gods above I actually thought I could change the world for the better?" Rictor openly questioned himself smacking himself on the forehead.
"It's ok son, everyone thinks they can do their part for this world, but you almost lost everything you believe in. Thus, you lost yourself. A tragic circumstance." Tyrel consoled Rictor.

"I blame that witch at the monastery. She made me think I could help the world." Rictor's words were bitter and sarcastic.
"No, I doubt Rhiannon would be a witch to put a hex on you," Anehti assured Rictor calming him down with ease.
"How do you know her?"
"Rictor, don't you see me leave the house every day to pray at the cathedral to our goddess Ithena? Surely you would think I would know everyone who works so diligently for the goddess of life."

"Well, I've learned my lesson for the day. Be yourself and don't let troubles bother you."

"Um... Thanks, Ric, but you don't need to think you know how to live." Dia bluntly stated to him drawing a smile on her face.

"Sure. You want an escort home?"
"I would love one kind, sir."

Hun I'm sure you hear this all the time and are quite sick of it tbh but you have an absolutely gorgeous face you make sure your bf treats you with all the dignity you deserve ;)

This one I obviously ripped off my fb status wall :P


Man, it ain't easy... I'm sick of over turned women being so easily bent over... the peasants the true victims of life's little victories, kings lead armies to pursue their own agendas while broken soldiers treat scars and are left broken on chairs... it's the same fate with mercy cruel men doing evil deeds to justify what they believe... I don't want the same for me not this vile filled church filled with blasphemy preaching about a prophet who lived a life of poverty while their pockets are lined with gold? I want what no other man seems to want and gets anyway, a never ending love dog faced cowards who use what they have to get what they want and throw her aside like a bone from a feast... We are still the same mind one body one soul we just want a little bit more to see inside to which we came from... a blessing a mere servant praising god while I've had problems with him he is my only friend in this world controlled by the media out of fear? You can get pregnant at 16 and make a million dollars a year off being as such? Why not? How come other people haven't found an easier way to make a buck? I want what you want empty eyes placed only on you where lilacs blossom and orchards grow in our garden the kids at the mercy of overturned statues now lined up to replace little foothills in our lives out of justice some out of mercy to satisfy some blasphemous king who raped you of your will to live and as just said so continues to do so even as other moguls go to prison for the same consequences? It all showers out and bathes you anew as if what you've been searching for my entire life was right before me this whole time? This other half of my soul is just that an other half of who I am today. Other lives have formed me to fit lives of greed lives of power lives of freedom even but never one to be just longing for love? Why are we born so freedom torn and yet think we have the will to patch up our wings and soar the skies the planet is so limited and all the world belongs to one kind's eventual power? Every single place is on the map and is owned by some eventual tribe of people living life and carrying on their own traditions. I think it's a common sight new days new beginnings open hearts and open minds following this right to not use anyone to get what we want... I have hurt others too, i'm just as guilty. But do I not grieve do I not concern that I have been used and used for my own pleasures? Or am I simply wishing another man's dreams for a noble woman while I am a rat faced bastard myself a true cheesy snake hobbling down a meal so I can be just that fat off greed devided by peril of my own shame and gouge myself on a flock of damsels that portray the night so I can enterouge my own needs above anyone's own? I guess it is just that... Time tells the true tale... Twin cities twin towers come crashing down and at the gates of time it is finally revealed why we are who we are. Lost children holding God's hands as if he has carried us our entire lives...