idols....

Instinctually amusing, but abusing the less fortunate. 

Held on pedestals so high,  singing songs about touching the sky. 

So out of touch yet within reach. 

Got all the youth wanting to be, made in their image. 

So we imitate them to their finish. 

Or maybe to our own demise not seeing ourselves through our own eyes. 

Created in HIS image, so our perspective should match HIS, 

yet we rarely see who we really are. 

Reflective from our perception of presumed acceptance, if we become who they want us to be. 

But who are they and who are we?

Living to impress and be accepted by those simply dying for our acceptance

I want..... Scattered Thought

I want it to feel like the first time
First time i kissed,
First time my lips ever met another
I want that pure, innocent attraction
That, butterflies in my stomach, I can't wait to see him on the playground-type feeling
That, I just want to be in your presence, 

Talk to you on the phone until the wee hours of the morning about nothing, 

But we both refuse to hang up because we just want to hold on... to each other
Even if it simply the lingering of voices whispering and breathing because we are both barely conscious,
But as long as I am here and you are there, we can both be here...
Together
I want that type of feeling of, we were friends before lovers, but not just friends and lovers we are each other's other.....

April 28, 2013..... in this state of mind...... Scattered Thought

Maybe I am ready for love….Maybe really

Maybe my heart is ready and willing and wanting to be shared

To love and to have an to hold and to know….

I wanna know what love is…. I want you to show me…..

Is it bad, that I've never made love, I never have, but I sure know how to….

wait, that was the old me

The new me desires to be free within the bounds of Liberty

This me who desires to know love like God intended

Connect me to the man from whom his rib was used to create me

Show me what it means to loved, unconditionally, uninhibited, blindly

What it means to have a soul-mate…… mind, will and emotions all intertwined 

Everything within the depths of me is consumed of him and in him, mine

Please allow me to be fragile, vulnerable and broken

A brokeness only healed by his love, his touch

Am I asking for too much?.........