To what end does my apathy dwell -      I ask.

Arming my   heart,  I am still  unprotected

My angry soul  shields  my  mournful mask.

The sky opens up like an inverse well

Taking my  heart  rejected  for a revised task .

 A bittersweet revenge, could never rectify  the friendship  you have forsaken.

Titled traitor , is  forever in your person engraven....

You , my friend with honor lost

Have paid  our friendship the dearest cost.

I hate f----g  hate you.

I am home today sick ... the flu.  Earlier thoughts come to mind:

The  idiots "mating calls and dance", surround our every turn,

Sighing, undulating, whispering - arousing our every sense..

What sense I ask. What sense? A dream upon dream? 

Erotic images resonate,  sending  me deeper into deeper thoughts of flesh upon flesh. Kiss upon kiss. Heart upon heart. The screams upon screams..

And a hell upon hell when  the "love" is finally spurn'd.  

Peace my friends -

 Julius Cesar was a n intesting  man.. 

A  man who was strongly committed to the popular cause and highly experienced in the exercise of power, and was murdered in the senate-house by Brutus and Cassius out of jealousy of his immense power and out of longing for the traditional constitution. The people in fact missed him more than they had anyone else; they went round hunting for his killers, gave him a funeral in the middle of the forum, built a temple on the site of the pyre, and still sacrifice to him as a god.

I  found these quotes...interestig.  . Something to delve into and slowly mull over.

Scepticism is the chastity of the intellect, and it is shameful to surrender it too soon or to the first comer." George Santanaya