DECA

Here is a basic chart of things I want to focus on...

Rejection or Acceptance is NOT the force…

He is done with Excuses. These thoughts cannot be contained any

longer. The emotions enclosed within must be released, at any cost.

There is no assertion is his voice, no confidence in his soul. But yet he

must pronounce with self-assurance what has been dwelling in his

heart. He must confess everything, or never sleep another full night. He

must sacrifice a little comfort, his precious security, to accomplish this.

His heart is confused by thoughts of rejection, a horrible notion that

feeds on his weaknesses when he needs his strength in this upcoming

moment of truth. He will take a gamble, releasing all his emotions,

leaving his heart unprotected and empty for the few seconds that feel

like eternity, to convey everything, and desperately hope that some of

those free flowing emotions will find their way back to his heart, in a

new form, touched by a bonding love. A bonding love, yes, the one and

only thing he would give his whole heart for.

And if his heart is thrown back in his face, life will still go on,… but life won't be the same…

Poison

Poison

NOTE:

Honey should not be fed to infants

under one year of age.

CAUTION:

Children under 2, ask a dentist.

If swallowed, contact a poison

control center right away.

WARNING:

This product moves when used.

Exercise caution and common sense when riding.

VERY IMPORTANT:

Handling the electrical wires of this product

exposes you to lead, a chemical known to cause cancer,

Wash hands after use.

GOVERNMENT WARNING:

According to the surgeon general consumption

of alcoholic beverages may cause health problems,

birth defects, and other harm.

A smooth, refreshing beer,

Poison.

In a ardent garden
seemingly unsusceptible to present
torments and tribulations,
reality is suddenly ripped apart
every organ torn from inside
the blood and guts poured
out onto the stone cold walkway.
Herbs growing all around envelope
this event and the memories
of this cruel, unjust deed,
but despite the superfluous aroma of perfume
emitted by these life-giving plants,
the stench of raw flesh remains.

Balm soaks up deadly fluids with equality
to the more subtle overtones of truth.
Life goes on as cynical lies
squeeze their way into inner depths
of what was once a healing herb.
The sweet fragrance of manifested joy and forgiveness
that were once comprehended
in profound verses raining from the sky
now are corrupted by demons
who, like parasites, seize control
of noble and just powers contained therein
and drives oceans of prosperity to death.
Eventually not able to bear the affliction no longer,
reality commits suicide, a witness
to the sallow life in which we reside.