You got wide eyed

When I told you I was new to the dating scene

Drinking high noons poolside

Too late did I realized your scheme

To take my divorce virginity

And I don’t know why…

I lacked the sensibilty

To say no to your advances

I let you have sex with me

With your little pencil dick

And it was over too quick

Was I that easy to spot…

I wish I had shown you…

What I was worth…

A coup...

I want to live in a world of poetry, but reality rears its ugly head… but how long can we immerse ourselves in poetry? Maybe I will etch my existence into reality… our words written on paper are what make us immortal…why is immortality something that one seeks? Is there a deep need within all of us to be seen… and remembered…

When breadcrumbs feel like a gourmet meal… you know you have been mal...

I thought I was worth more than one night

I wanted you to think I was more

But I couldn’t see the light

I was just your midnight tour

I wanted to captivate you

But instead you took my heart captive

I was just something for you to do

I guess I’m just maladaptive…

…To this new existence…

Where I’m no one’s first thought in the morning

Or last call of the night…...

Depression:

My soul is in purgatory

Purgatory that a chemical imbalance creates Created in my mind, that yearns for hope But Hope is fleeting

Fleeting like a mirage in a desert of despair

Despair threatens to drown me Drowning in a sea of sorrow

Sorrow and suffering with no respite

No respite except sleep

Sleep like death......

Going Courting

I kissed dating goodbye

And decided to give courting a try

Saving my kisses for the altar

Ensured that my marriage would not falter

"True Love Waits"

This mantra would obviate...

Health, wealth and a spicy sex life, And a marriage blessed and devoid of strife!

A man deserves a quiet, submissive wife, One that does not nag or gripe

A wife of noble character who can find?

A "Proverbs ...

10-16-20

The maniacal merry go round

Merry go round

Merry, merry, merry go round

Merry go round and round and round,

Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posies Rosy, rosy, Rosy Posy, posy, posy

Ashes, ashes, ashes

We all fall

Down, down, down

Maniacal Merry go round

Malevolent merry go round how you spin me around,

Around, around, around

Pure O

how you spin me around

Pure O how you spin me aroun...

We make the sound o when we orgasm.

I can see why some people call it religion. The sound I found myself making was a call to prayer

He gave me such intense pleasure I feel like I transcended time. It was the sound of awakening for me. I didn’t know such hot sex was real…. A myth, a fairytale, a lie… but I’m hear to tell you it was real! I feel like something in my soul healed last night…as if ...

If we live in a world of realists and schemers,

Where do we put all the poets and dreamers?

How do the 2 coexist?

How do we transcend what is tangible?

When reality can is cruel and unimaginable…...

Limmerence

I delight in your glimmer and shimmer

But your nonchalance grows dimmer...

As I attempt to attract you with my lure

I think more passion will be the cure

You show me love, you show me hate

Confused, I learn to accommodate

I crave your acceptance and yearn for your desire

But perpetual rejection leaves me to inquire...

Why am I not the object of your affection?

But my desire only see...

This is how bleeding leads to beauty…

A tree root tumor around my heart

That’s what you were

So intertwined with me heart

That it seemed to be the reason it beat

Yet you continue to march to the beat of your own drum

You planted your roots in my heart

And used them to grow and anchor

Taking all the vital nutrient from my heart

But l began to wither as you continued to flourish

You chopped down...