i`m obsessed with all these women who i don`t trust
them - due to a history of betrayal,
i lust them, living in denial
of my true potential
to love... whether entrenched
in a battle with the gods
to attain understanding of the
nature of this creature, 
or observing the sway of your
hips, my lips are sealed
until truth revealed... as i
kneel before the altar of the wise,
receiving guidance from the
Oracle of nature, my eyes play
tricks on my mind... behind
the shine and glitter should be
focused intervention... divine
attention given to details which
prevail in the end.. 
need i mention the dynamic of original sin??? 
as i begin to progress into
a regressive state,
the debate continues, leaving
only my future at stake.. at this
rate i will exist only
in doubt, unable
to ascertain what all this is really about.. no doubt, i will
remain intrigued; continue
to question.. searching, not for
the answer... but for the instructions...