Make You Cry

It is hot in the morning, 

the sand is golden...

Clear blue water,

shells scraping, singing, 

moving in rhythm

to the ocean song.

Love has conquered my heart,

Love has found a new start

within my veins,

my brains,

cleaning all residual stains

from the past.

The past, 

what is it?

The past, the past, the past,

it has passed...

Now i walk free,

tall, 

as a man,

muscles flexed 

yet supple

like a cat, a wild cat...

I am open, 

a door has flung open,

what is to come?

What is to come?

I am expectant, 

excited,

any ugly thoughts that fly around me

are quickly swatted like

lazy flies on rotting flesh...

So strong now, so tough

like a real man,

a real man,

like a fearless Indian 

facing his demise 

with a song and no fucking lies...

This day burns hot and bright

in my mind...

I am unstoppable now,

your scattered vibrations 

tempt my sex but not my spirit...

and I will give to you no longer...

no longer... and I know,

deep inside,

that will make you cry 

for a long, 

long,

time.

So Be It.