Passionate Catastrophe


After that very 1st kiss I should’ve known it was wrong.
I’d never fallen for a girl that fast & hard for so long.
Lips tasted just like cinnamon fire-stix.
All of a sudden this old dog learned a few new hot tricks

She had me at bay like Anakin had Padme.
I performed a myriad of stunts ala Cirque Du Soleil.
Mastered in the arts of pleasure with honors I might add.
Precarious acts lead to endeavors that made us both glad & sad.

But we had no regrets, dissension or falling out of sensual favor.
We cut deep into our untamed sides with indiscriminate illicit behavior.
I’d slave for her if she so desired this from me.
Wrapped in chains on my knees in a field of angry African bees.

What doesn’t break you first can’t make you later.
You don’t try to teach French kissing to snakes & alligators.
Keep the personal stuff private and out the morning papers.
Don’t become fodder for the gossip gurus on the elevators.

It’s a mad game of take and give, she lives for breaking rules.
Hearts are good eating fresh out of the chest of Loves fools.
She wants lion tonight while listening to the sounds of a Marimba.
Enticed by lace covered delight I pledge fidelity January to December.

Bitten by the big brown kitten she was soft in my hands like a pink pair of wool mittens.
There will be no forgetting the finesse and sweating.
Nor can we dismiss tears of pure ecstasy we’ve been shedding.
Be the last thoughts I hold to if my mind starts forgetting.
At your command down south mistress I’ll be heading.

Then one day the ties that bound us were severed completely.
The way she surgically removed me from her life was done so damn indiscreetly.
I’m a casualty of her casually capturing then enrapturing me.
Leaving me standing there holding my hearts remnants after passionate catastrophe.

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Desire's Intimidating


With experience comes knowledge
this well never runs dry.
Keep your heart & mind open to
except new times and changing tides.

Going with your flow can work
but channels all energy one way.
Allowing other perspectives will enhance mental balance,
cognitive thinking & the ability to respect what others say!

Assert the truth and discover
life altering gifts of powerful pleasure.
Persist on the trail toward deception
you receive more misery than can be measured.

Having someone to hold is a privilege
we’re in no way guaranteed.
Irresponsibly care-taking somebody’s emotions
can make you neglect what they need.

It needs to be real clear remember.
I’m the fool,
too close & got burned...
Holding on to all my tears,
loneliness is fed on lessons shown but not learned.

We search forever as the Love sought
eclipses all we’ve been taught.

Swollen riddims soothe my soul
while we stand alone missing home.

Romance can be rather pricey,
when there's long distance too dicey.

I reel back & forth
she goes side to side.
Kneel in her court
make sure all loose ends are tied.

Try to hinder thoughts of wasted times.
Devalued innocence hardens the soul.
December pops champagne, rings bells & chimes.
A new year waits as we wonder what it'll hold.

I covet the notion good things come to those waiting.
A prophet once told me desire's intimidating.
A gifted message calming my internal lascivious cravings.
I'm lifted it's just so alarming how long I've been anticipating.

Summon those urges then suppress the surges.
It's quite a sight when the crowd disperses.
I need a bath & nap after the show I'm worthless.
Close the curtains por favor the moonlight served it's purpose.


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Desires Wrath

It disappears as though never there instigating Desires wrath.
Fearful I'll be sad, old & gray possibly never finding my passionate path.
Youth's filched away by not leaping at Love when I had the chance.
I'd talk about the past flings in my life but I'm much too shy to brag.

Hope is solace humbly engaged in teaching me great patience.
Everywhere I go lately it seems to rain.
Sometimes when I'm alone with my thoughts of you I get so anxious.
Most nights I'm leaving my pillows tear soaked & sadness stained.

I want to believe my dreams of bliss will someday come true.
If only time stood still long enough for someone I could meticulously woo.
Hearing echoes of spring weddings, seeing couples holding hands trading vows & I dos.
Loving one’s self is fine but not nearly fancy as 1 who unconditionally Loves you.

I see her incorrigible eyes in sunshine as well moonlit skies.
Her visage is merely a mirage although ‘round my heart I feel tightly binding ties.

NO, I shout to the lustful voices spewing obscenities in my head.
Resistance is sometimes illicit leading to garments indiscriminately being shed.

Her passion's bred from hungry wishes shed by lonesome thoughts seeking sustenance.
My dreams have no merit as I search for a jagged rock wall to slam my head against.

Full on genocidal reprisals epitomizing feelings of somehow feeling entitled.
Unbridled and like the Bible to a child sometimes terrifyingly wild.

Think of her when all else is a blur without even ever trying.
Without her touch I feel less alive & much more like I’m closer to dying.

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3Days Past 4Ever

Probably should just give in to my destiny and its’ dogged desire.

Who has the will to toil against such a sagacious opponent?

Confidence wavering held as an accomplice to Passions priors.

Caught red-handed by lustful sensuality but ignorantly won’t own it.

Abrupt caprices erupt that someday someone will always fancy my touch.

I want this more than winter rains need dark clouds.

We cling to fantasies abandoning our deepest beliefs & trust.

Tawdry public parades partaking affection in the center of huge crowds.

Rest my weary soul & wipe away these tiresome trifling tears.

You make it so damn difficult wanting to being alone.

I've been Blessed lately with fewer woes than experienced in past years.

I'm confused at a crossroads by these outer limits in the twilight zone.

Establish chemistry with misery intimately longer than I care to recall.

It's a date with twisted fate in hopes of an affectionate return.

Key in her hand, this gentleman waits hopefully without any stall.

Flame met gasoline; witness as together how hastily they burn.

I ask Love as it transcends into ash, "why must you forage on the heart’s desire"?

"How it is much colder in the end, where once burned compassion's raging fire"?

Verbal rejoinder I need not, actions speak to me so much louder.

If another chance reveals itself I most assuredly won’t falter that endeavor.

I’ll ensure she knows that of her life accomplishments no one could be prouder.

I'll be attentive to emotional needs, passionately holding her at least 3 days past forever.

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Loves Labor

I've failed slowing down my heartbeat around you;alas it has but 1 speed.
Give more than getting is a fast & fine recipe for not receiving what you need.
Leave vowing to never come back overwhelmingly tips the scales against your favor.
Pure passion lost after swearing forever with heart crossed is a pitiful waste of Loves labor.
It'll swiftly pull the rug right out from under your happy feet.
Test willingness & desire to sacrifice for that which so many voraciously compete.
Labeled 'damaged goods' only means someone else didn't know what to do with your internal youth.
Fabled fantasies hold me hostage on a plate full of lies with a side order of truth.
Confuse & amuse with my colorful ways like a peacock in a p-coat surfing some killer waves. Enchanting visage symbolic of the accursed Medusa, I’m helplessly trapped by her petrifying gaze.
She's a Blessing like breath & life the gift of touch and sight.
Most would certainly crumble if humbled to not recognize daylight from the dark of night.
I sorted through many of my feral thoughts in times of less gravity.
In the past I've stepped around happiness avoiding it in fear of catastrophe.
Be careful not to scare your chance for true Love away!!!
Once it's gone guarantees of another siting are seldom if ever again on display.
Today will never be yesterday but tomorrow could be the best day ever.
Fools are blinded by the bling-bling moments not acknowledging honesty as the real treasure. Love works soooo hard,it seems unjust & unfairly fate.
It toils ten thousand times as hard on the battlefield against its #1 nemesis, hate.
A never ending glow the passion burns whilst aggression lay dwindling like kindling.
Embers left blow away in the wind hoping that actions portrayed will be worthy of remembering.

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Cup o' Humility

Sacrifice self, selling secrets seeking solutions that settle your situational sorrow.
Out of standard practice instead of slandering her emotionally Zen philosophy is how I follow.
It’s an attack on my lack of aggressively sustaining optimism with this cynically channeled chaos.
Chasing courage, heart and intelligence needed to proceed in quest of the almighty powerful Oz.
Respect honeys flaws in fact give applause the laws broken when she shares her potent words spoken.
I’ve been hoping we could spontaneously plan to get out of here a.s.a.p. baby on the 1st thing smoking.
Hopes are organic ways of sunning up cloudy days when the natural gleam isn't quite doing enough.
Folks part ways as they get confused with the subtle differences between lust, trust, making Love or a fu<k.
I drink a cup o’ humility every morn after a humbling plate of I don't know how I'll get through this day.
Joyously give thanks then pray for family & friends wondering if heard are these words I silently say.
Not questioning my faith as always it’s resilient and glistens remaining fully intact.
I just query whether or not some of those I Love spiritually have really got my back.
When life seems so perilously despairing it only seems natural for some to just give up and stop caring.
A soul lifting journey many experience but they seemingly forget all about the reimbursed Blessings from sharing.
I beg of you to think thrice before throwing in the towel an accepting defeat.
That which tastes bitter in early growth often results in Blessings savory & sweet.
Laboring for happiness so long yet insistently looking in all the wrong regrettable places.
I'm imperiling my hearts hectic beat persistently meeting faulty femmes with unforgettable faces.
Too often lonely & even when I’m with a lady sometimes I get neglected.
I like being liked but Love being liked & muthafu<kin’ respected.
Get enticed during full moonlit nights into seductive behavior rashly leaving my heart unprotected.
If I could see the pain coming before feeling its dagger then I’d most assuredly better protect it.
Love’s so blind though and can’t be easily detected, removed or psychologically dissected.
Once bitten you’re lost and like millions of good people hopelessly & indefinitely infected.
Many try breaking the ties but its best to just be wise hold on & graciously accept it.
Let the sacrifice only be made if the end results something passionately positive not potentially pathetic.
Open your eyes to forgiveness & compromise as well what time brings with a fresh perspective.

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Erotic Besiege

I’d swim through shark filled waters to bring you a cold glass of lemonade.
Stand over you on a hot desert until nightfall providing your Highness shade.
Corny as it may seem to some all I need from her is 1 gaze.
I’m caught indefinitely yet trapped willingly inside of Loves maze
Zero praise for brazen lies from false suitors failing to compromise.
The judgment plainly before your eyes finds doubt in all his garish lines.
He’s a lukewarm participant in her dissident illicit intent.
I enjoy women a little on the edge with a twist of hell-bent.
I’m not Clark Kent but spent time feeling just like a lonely alien.
Sunny spots in my life but time after time seem caught up in the rain again.
Think I’m staying man, kind of like this little planet you have here.
Drink in the white sands of Morar reading some game written by Billy Shakespeare.
Watching stars shoot on this side of the galaxy relaxes me actually.
Get lost capturing scenes from dreams easily avoiding duplicity trying to attack me!
All together a lower level achieved for we misfits.
Silence casts a shadow were traces of infidelity lay with bitter forgiveness.
Fire & water spills doom and roses fear, the real feelings rain down ever so clear.
Folding and running away is negligent, can also prevent you from finding what she really meant.
Rustle up some idea that worries the optimist in us all.
Feeling far apart when so near yet there still looms this wall.
Unyielding the flesh tingles with such ease, as we engage even the hint of erotic besiege.
The soft kiss on the spine well deserving of accolades unmatched.
The last glass of red wine and my heart strings became unlatched.

*

Break Out the Broom

My city needs a remedy for the violence & pointless poverty.

I got fam with degrees struggling to pay attention in this economy.

The lottery keeping so many folks hopes alive.

Inside the truth’s just trying to cover up for the lie.

I sympathize with arid eyes despise the cold shoulder.

Stay high on life pray Allah lets my kids grow wise & older.

I’ve recently been liberated from an elongated bit of stress.

So now scattering Blessed seeds of Peace & nurturing promise.

Curse those people acting like they’re the Big Kahunas.

Hope you get sprayed by 2 skunks in your grannies’ sugar bloomers.

I’m happy as honeymooners’ heart bigger than high school rumors.

You can call me JabberJaw and I’ll call you Charlie Tuna.

I knew the world’s problems way too early in life.

Consumers continually purchase needless items increasing their stress & strife.

Conflict for some is the only way they feel normal.

I’m the exact opposite and rather enjoy being informal.

Prefer quiet & the still of night over a loud crowded room.

My initials are V.S.J but I also answer to Deejay Kaboom.

Break out the broom I’m always down for a sweep.

The Earths future at this point is looking a bit bleak.

We need to clean up the mess made by shady political choices.

Be freed from our local constraints speak out with intellectual voices.

I’m such a freckled-faced fortunate fellow.

Time’s good to me personally life’s been pretty mellow.

My rejoinder to global drama has always been heartfelt & compassionate.

Momma makes her famous mac & cheese it takes me 2 seconds to mash on it.

Still good to go with that vacationing state of mind.

Real hood so you know to just not F with mine.

Try to be kind as kittens when a lady has me smitten.

Some of the most profound statements have been so sloppily written.

No matter it’s the message that’s important for us to get.

Wearing red or blue in some neighborhoods just might leave you wet.

Now that’s a shame and we need to be more conscious raising our kids.

If we do so many won’t be incarcerated with 5 to 25 year bids.



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Lost In Her Shuffle

Have ye a trusted friend, a candle lighting thy way?
Some true heart that’ll closely hold all secrets till end of days.
So heavy the burden must be at times a load more than any wanted
I know because witness your beauty I have though you rarely ever flaunt it.
I share wit with cuteness but get tossed & lost in her shuffle.
Crushed like bottom bag chips instead of desired like delectable chocolate truffle.
Played thy role of kind gent yet it ultimately went nowhere fast.
Put a lock on my pride and cast on my heart in hopes the break won’t last.
Designs I had have failed miserably so.
The skies open wide with moisture hailed upon my cheeks considerably slow.
Now I’m soaked in sadness with no guidance toward passion in sight.
Why did everything bad that could go wrong have to happen last night?
I give up.
No one wants to see a grown man crying filled with sigh.
Her visage haunts my dreams I awake and always question why.
I’m a survivor but some days hurt so much just don’t want to live.
Simply seeking solace as an abundance of Love I’ve still to give.
Escapades in serenity seemingly mainstays in my sad shadows silence.
Masquerading epiphanies are lessons better learned later than sooner.
Amazed how fantasy requires little inspiration and virtually dooms shyness.

*

Blessings I Still Got

Years pass as the taste for life is justifiably more earnest.
Fears last only if we forget why they exist.
Persist in grandiose living without giving is no way to flourish.
Travel a lot but never hang out with the bloody tourist.
I’m grassroots down-home backwoods country boy.
Live in the city but it’s the outback I truly enjoy.
Get thrilled when left speechless cause I always got something to say.
Don’t need relationships for sex I’ll just make Love to this day.
Here me now.
I was told by my mama to proceed with caution.
Shady ladies will get you caught up with no emotion.
Rub you the right way as a beginning promotion.
Catch you moping then start poking your buttons causing commotion.
Like when I’m chosen but don’t close the deal with just any who chose.
Blooming roses smell so much better when you grow them not steal.
Takes time for beauty to be truly known for more than external gifts.
Still in my ugly stages but kind of relish this feeling of being adrift.
Keep your thieving hands out of my garden.
Hope you got pricked well by one big thorn.
If you gave it to a Lover though beg my pardon.
Can’t help feeling good being part of new true hearts born.
I’ve sworn allegiance to Passion in the struggle against boredom.
Hand-me-downs & 5 thousand dollar suits I’ve worn them
Thwarted evil plans of haters with their hell born thoughts.
Drink OJ in the a.m. in the p.m. sip on 12 year old scotch.
I oft wonder does Joey still have the Motts.
Did anyone ever figure out any of those Mary-Hartman Mary-Hartman plots?
Prefer cast iron cookware over those non-stick pots.
Many of my childhood spots are now overgrown vacant lots.
If I had it my way would’ve been gifted with a little more hops.
Also the ability to bring back to life every one of my folks that died from being shot.
But I thank Lord for what’s been given me & all the Blessings I still got!
Especially give thanks for the time allowed me on His clock.
If I die today well it’s a good day to die.
Throw a big party for your boy and I don’t want anybody to cry.
I celebrate this life with every healthy breathe my children take.
I lived real and not one time did I ever feel the need to fake.


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Souls Twisting Passion

Honey caramel skin softer than red rose petal, heart’s sweeter than pink cotton candy.
Mystery shades her past & that’s cool I’ve no need knowing current or forgotten fancies.
1st glance got me sober, vastly passionate such a devilish innocence I can’t contest.
We dance & she takes over, backs it up against me must profess I didn’t protest.
She’s regal radiance island flare down home sensibilities flowing wisps of black hair.
Artistic & mystic in motion like Snake Plissken heavy misty morning but we didn’t care.
2 holding court in our soul’s twisting passion up like taffy shaping forever memories.
U told stories of different worlds you’ve seen painting pictures with hypnotic chemistry.
Her touch is such a respite for this misfit, befitting a head & chest with tiaras & trinkets.
Implausible kindness Imperial Highness my services to you alone I willfully relinquish.
So distinguished hotter than the month after spring gets the ruckus she always brings this.
Can’t believe I feel so capricious she’s got me on some let me rush and get a ring $hit.
No ordinary fling this I could tell from go what we have had a flare of something unique.
Learned things about myself I thought I knew adding intellect to her dazzling mystique.
At closer peak infatuation becomes fascination transfixed by a smile that just won’t quit.
Intertwined at heart level lady leaves I disheveled dancing in fire naked as she so wished.

*

Apprentice At Bay


Every time I see your smile it proves Angels exist.
When you laugh I know just how they play.
When you leave it's scary like the very first kiss.
Since meeting I've become Cupids hopeful apprentice at bay.

I can't make time slow down but you control my internal clock.
So long I've waited for my turn and ponder how many more tick-tocks.

Patience is the best course of action while holding on for destiny.
Enraptured by her brown eyes she steals my breathe merely standing next to me.

If the best is yet to come I beg Goddess Oshun let it be this one coming.
Promise all the honesty you can handle I'm somewhere between delicate & bumbling.

Please release me from her cosmic twist if this Miss. is far away from real mystic bliss.

Suit your needs first and watch your wants follow.
It's hard enough not feeling your tormented like the ghost of Sleepy Hollow.

Guidance is underrated and many think they don't need it once they've so called 'made it'.
They're spiritually tainted.
I pray for those lost & struggling to sleep in the beds that they're making.

Indulgence of passionate perils overcome my thoughts as rose laden walls close in on my desire.
I've grown weary riding around with my pumpkin head in hand and eyes of flaming fire.

Whatever happens just know another suitor could never tailor your spirits fabric truer.
This stitch in time wont rob your dreams blind leaving you jaded and feeling like manure.

A pure gesture of innocence became intense, hence the romance of a lifetime rides the fence.

Both seem afraid or maybe just cautious because of past failed flings that ended rather raucous.

Judge not the future before those precious moments can actually evolve.
You lessen your chances of a safe landing after we all inevitably fall.

By breaking the chains of failure I've found out that success isn't always better just different.
Lessons learned from both sides of that coin relinquish knowledge leaving me jaded but also romantically gifted.

The movie looks great but I'd rather read her like a novel over and over and over again.
Shoulder to shoulder chest to chest heart to heart until the absolute very end.


*


Our Next Moves

Fearing obstacles that shouldn’t raise red flags postponing my potential as hesitation turns little drops into a big splash.

But I can swim in that vast ocean to taste the possibilities and all the future holds.
Treasure the time I have left and absorb all of Gods gifts as the script slowly unfolds.

Head high, eyes shift to the side wondering what I’ll perceive in that corner of my mind.

To stay focused is so hard for me to do when all of the thoughts in my brain lately revolve around you.
Because all I want to do is
Sip of your soul and
Dip my finger into the essence of what you do.

That couldn’t be found in any recipe on this planet, your existence in my heart feels so incredibly true.
Your divine presence smooths these turbulent waters then muddies them again as I sink down hoping to rise anew.
As I emerge from within, your effervescence gleams bright allowing sight and the plot thickens this brew.

Revelation after revelation inspires steps to be taken without any hesitation.
It’s so funny that with you I’m always on time but everything else meets with procrastination.

Lessening the impression all others have on me when connecting with you on a subterranean level.
It’s the shallow water that I fear most as the deep comforts my natural resolve not to settle.

Surrendering before your regal loyalty as passion preludes our next moves

Shivers cascade through my body as thoughts of you tickle my mind.

I falter only long enough to see the sun shine as I lay silently alone in my room.

Slowly, so slowly I make my way through this mysterious maze wondering what will I find.

*

Stone Throwers

Verify the justification for a walk back down memory lane.
Shanghai the world to listen and/or read & acknowledge your every cheeky phrase.

Answers come slowly if the questions rendered are shadowed in cryptic riddles.
Dancers numb solely with stiff knees & reflections, and feet blistered, star crazed bitten as skills dwindle.

Given a chance to earn your trust I would always make you first.
This isn't about a quest for lust it's all about quenching loves thirst.

The shame is that some can’t see what’s plainly in front of their face.
I feel the undertow of bigotry guiding the ignorant sounds of hatred their voices make.

It is too common and predictable and they’re so easily convinced.
You can’t believe everything you hear and read in the present or past tense.

Lies are so readily available and we all have been wrongfully accused.
I’ve accepted guilt when it wasn’t mine to own and taken someone else’s abuse.

It happens in relationships between co-workers, lovers, friends and family on a daily basis.
Truths and lies told to us take on some of the most unusual an also familiar faces.

Feeling with your senses scrambled simply stimulates selective reasoning and preludes double- dealing.

Unfocused and unfettered is our right to be as Americans but my hopes are we’re striving to do better.

The right to feel, say, write what you want,
stay at home,
go to sleep or on a little jaunt.

Stand for this flag or choose to face ridicule and receive jeers at a sporting event.
If the freedom is ours at what cost does it come when individually expressing your right to represent?

Aging has a humbling effect on some who can’t reconcile with choices they’ve made on their life coarse.
Parading false effigies to disguise what’s really inside appearing to be kind and proficient in remorse.

Twiddle for longer than socially accepted and wait for the judgments to rain down in your direction.
It’s incongruously reminiscent of ye old witch burning, those stone throwers yearning for perfection.


*

Solitudes Thirst

It was such a lovely sound she sang as the morning sun showered vivacity over our bodies.
Providing the warmth missed from twilight until this waking dawn.
Our lips met with summer’s passionate sweat.
We lay side by side knowing not the next move to spawn.

The breathe we take escapes our chests; we ponder if they’d be heard with their seductive tones?
I sense her destiny is with someone else, but it’s me that would never leave her to be alone.
Cheated 1 time too many out of what was supposed to be a sure victory.
She weaved a web of charm and beauty casting a spell wrapped in mystery.

This vacant feeling in my heart has me in search of an eternal tenant.
I placate the gods of love in hopes that her presence in my soul is infinite.
I can tame the feral side of my lustful wiles, though urges growing within won’t calm for very long.
It’s drowning my ardor the advances she denies me, without the signs my heart still beats so strong.

I canvas our time apart as the expose of novel pain supplies the artful elegance with Broadway flair.
Not with any unique resolve juxtapose, we transferred positive energy unlike any 2 forces can compare.

Alone I’ve funneled listlessly through this existence with bogus grandiosity as my internal chaperone.
Only now is this reality haunting me that I may live the time I’ve left all on my own.

Place my charred remnants inside the bottle of barren hopes never sought for rescue.
My chakra in shock as well planned this plot she performed flawlessly was no miscue.

Just as dreams of the lonely bring streams of tears that quench Solitudes thirst.
It’s the best that I can recall ever being treated by a woman, but also the very worst.

*
Roses Beneath My Sill


1st saw that smile walking past my kitchen window.
I glanced outside & sighed with shy innuendo.
Afraid to speak, so I'll pretend those roses beneath my sill made me all sentimental.

Your beauty grace & style rings my alarms.
Dancing in my mind I'm wrapped up in her charms.
I should've known from past oohs & aahs oh wells & oh darns.
But she’s got eyes worthy of songs just like Kim Carnes'.

Imagining if we meet the roll desire may play.
Hoping I wont lack some sweet & funny things to say.
Her passions seem to smack of hummingbirds early morn display.
Walk alone although busy as Cupid on Valentines Day.

Some think wishes feed on shooting stars.
Miracles drink alone in back alley bars.
Love sees you everyday but doesn't know who you are.
Foolish hearts can make you feel destiny's close when it's so very far.

A touch can be just too much for me.
What's free to some cost others a fee.
I shudder to think where blind lust can lead.
Utter madness, sinful sadness or first class to glee.

Drop me off 2 country blocks from lonely street.
I know the way and can get there on my own two feet.
Who knows along the way that I just might see.

Walking past those roses beneath my sill.

*

Rep Moms Womb

As a good boy should become a good man, this transition
can be a difficult journey to endure.
Constant threats of senseless violence as a youth, quickly wipes away the sweet innocence, true-heart, and feelings pure.
Level playing fields are very hard to come by,
as to be expected when there is resistance to balance.
Years can go by and some may never find their true talents.
No excuse for acts of incogitant behavior, a common mirror reflects all, save, don't enslave her.
Without a woman, we are half, even less of what we can potentially become.
We are always ready to represent are hometowns
but don't forget where you really came from.

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Dying On the Vine

Heavy load on 1 person to make moves for many.
Optional thinkers consider nothing at length spending
all OUR pennies.
Truant of common sense they go on while good folk mourn.
MOTHERS feeling the pain from their hearts being torn.
The love for her son on 1 side,
the love of her country the other.
Seems so unfair after all is said and done and for what
price did this pain we uncover?
Homes broken in dispute over varied opinions,
parents buried in turmoil over a family decision.
Sent the fruits of our exquisite existence to hell,
and have them returned dead or with hearts like moldy lemons.
Cold truth is humble pie and so hard to swallow sometimes.
Old fools live long lives while OUR young heroines & heroes are dying on the vine.

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True Hearts

Leap before looking and speak before you think,
early your body and mind will begin to creak.
Should never be a struggle or hurt to say I love you.
Yet some so clueless to false feelings of infatuation
put pretenders above the heart true.
All the charm in the world without honesty will last no longer than ice cubes on a hot day.
Might find a few who'll listen to the sweet talk and not see the lies you truly display.
But in the end we all know it comes out in the wash,
clear as can be with a sparkling gloss.
Choose w/caution & enjoy being chosen, live,Love & be Loved with stress free emotion.