I am not here to fulfill your whims.
Or guarantee,
The longevity of my smile.
Or my need to have us up in each other’s face.
On a daily basis.
My dislike for leftovers,
Should provide a hint!
I don’t do them…
Often.
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Petty wedged and pressed,
Too long unaddressed!A strangulation of progess succeeds,Where small minds exist…To keep people with wishes,And hopes on their knees.Countrified towns with big city dreams,Lose youth to dope…With fast cash to get,By outmoded schemes.These folks remain blind,With jealousies planted in their minds.Going backwards fast…And doing their best,To insure this thoughtlessnessSpreads to knot a tightness that lasts!
Cracked.
And revelations,No longer kept secret…As hunched backs stand tall.Broken shells scatter.A healing takes place,To remove crooked smilesOn those who worship disgrace…And decadence!A dance of deceit soon comes to an end.Leaving those out of rhythm…Also out of time.To allow the Sun to shine,On a horizon that prepares for a new dawn!
I don’t know where you are.
And replaced,By question marks.For five years I saved each one.And the other day I awakened…There was nothing.I had none.And the email we shared,And exchanged with one another.Is gone!Including every address,I hung onto has vanished!I don’t know where you are.All my messages have been erased.And replaced,By question marks.
I had no idea,
To keep me in waiting to kiss your lips.What magic is this you believe you have?I am not into teases.Or thrills another has.I had no idea,When your eyes met mine…I’d find myself,Swept into an emotion…You controlled and dealt.To affect my devotion.But one thing is certain…After we do embrace and hold.My patience kept to kiss your…
I’ve been a grown man since I was a child.
I had to accomplish and achieve.And I don’t ‘believe’ this to be true.It’s a matter of fact I have lived through.To witness adults,Who are not grown men and/or women.Bartering their accountability…To escape what it takes,To move forward without excuses…Based upon their abilities.Displeases my sensibilities.Although others may find this common.I have no patience with that at…
When one loses stock of relevance,
Similar to having false teethReplace the original!What is tasted may be the same…But the bite is less enjoyed!