Palaround

Monday, June 29, 2009

Stop being silly your going to be fine. Your gorgeous and will find it. Have the pride to make them work. Let them see you and hear thoughts. Talk it out with out insecurities. No defensive and be cute. Your so sexy you have so much. Love your spirit thats clear. He will do you right. I hope we dance then too. Head on my shoulder. I love that laugh of yours. But its fine you stepped on toes. Its not you its me, I know. No prize is worth anything free. Your a special package truly. Offer them everything last. See if they look past eyes. Stop acting as if you want easy. Work is the love that gives. Take my hand real quick. Be my love but not lover. What if I tell you everyday. Does that make easy the travel. A search till you let my thought go. Don't be silly just love is not a bad place.

Recondition

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Patch's on my jeans and people know my deeds. The worn spots tell of my efforts for work or rest. Color splashed from works I have done bright. Patch's on my floor from the pacing lust caused. Wood milled and sanded to fit as if it is brand new. The stain upon it to turn its difference back similar. Patch's on my quilt to fix the rips from the past. Laid with through times of love and nights alone. The many patterns repeat like the choices made. Patch's in the fence to keep out the varmints wrath. Holes chewed to take the things I have worked for. The spots repaired seem to point to the weaknesses. Patch's in my tube before I choose the path of rivers. To stay afloat no matter the rocks or rapids ahead. The experiences from before marked for all to see. Patch's in my passions to bring them back to life. From things I gave up on to pursue another joy. My happiness uncovered with each patch I make.

Highness

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Crown of fools. Adorning I seemed proud. Gems I have been. Tarnish in time. Work to shine. Find within me. The metal to hold. Capture free. Halo no. Crown of fools. Room of wrongs. followed for to far. Leave my throne. Kiss my rings of wrongs. The circle around. We go and went. Do the way. Taste my gold standard. Like the licks. Crown of fools. Funny story. True but not anymore. Lost forever. Watcher. Observing the other way. Thinking for self I be the king.

No Mutter

Friday, July 03, 2009

Clearly we need to speak. Tell of things we mean full. I have spoke on it here. Maybe art has no meaning. This is not sculpted you see. When I say it you just smile. Listen to what is my point. Long winded I leave no blanks. Sorted are the details true. It will take long and longer. Your ways of blocking points. Who wins in the win lose game. Say what you mean no sugar. Happy means honest to yourself. No loss of the lack of quality ones. Behavior that would not change. If you want my story then hush. My times have taught me little. Skills obtained are illusions. I just wanted to talk real. Pleasing you was not my point. Let me not lie to lay with you. Truths hurt more with time. So let us speak on them now. Do not move what I deliver. I articulate well if you listen. No need to figure me out. Lets not whisper wants. Convey to me your desire. Sexual seems easy. So lets start with the rest. The challenge of expressions. Make known the break in silence. Into words your current state. Speak your piece into my hands. Love the me that I really am. Then let me know you.

Miss Anguish

Friday, July 03, 2009

No trouble to regret the remorse I gave. Convulsively groan as I carry on. Tribulations I agonize over bring trouble. No weeping as I woe but hardship still. Break down I will not but snivel I may. Heartache lamenting in my own rain. No misery of my misfortunes just rue. Repentance for blues I will not worry. Have not the time for grieving for now. A catastrophe of pain that I move from. Dejection while mourning no loss. The river crossed I will lose the waterworks.

Oh Boy

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Be a man and whatever that means. Stand up for your pride and fight. Live so your children may see you. Full view as to make clear your way. Pay your debts and not only monitory. Be the passion that pushes forward. Take the wheel and the responsibility. Have fun at your own expense, a lot. People are watching even if quiet. They judge but based on what events. Say things that people will believe. Some will want to be all that you are. Privileged your people should feel. To know the things you willingly teach. Pass on the knowledge you earned. Speak on the truths no matter what. Spare the rod when your think right. Live full and watch others envy you. Jealous of the way your the rock. Never anchor your ship in the storm. Listen to the breeze for wisdom's word. Take the time to love for love sake. You must tell of success with actions. Lay with a woman for her pleasures. Those of mind and body fulfilled. Not to put out but to put it all in. Take the time to whoa the worries. Stable as your own ship rolls on. Raise your own as if they are forever. Feed the child with spoon to mouth. Not just the dollars being shoved in. Wreak of joy and make them wonder. Teach the things you have of value. Do not hide behind supposed to be. Take the leather straps and go forward. Spur on the force that moves you. Let go of things that you do not want. Risk it all to make sure you have it. Earn the way you plan on making rich's. Leave a legacy that you want for yourself. Be a man.

UNOWHO

Sunday, July 05, 2009

Your letters bring me there with you, you know. I sit beside you as you type to me the tales of your life now. Details so graphic I cannot help but see what you have seen. The way you put things together its like we were holding hands. My eyes upon the things that you point out. I know your wish as you wrote your last letter. Obvious you felt me there as you told me the things I missed. Your more telling than you know when you let the truth come out. Not trying to tempted me or having your walls up. Just telling of what we could have had if we would have had that night. The dimly lit rooms and the acts going on about. Sorted is the measure you take it all in by. Seeing yourself as an outsider just gazing in on their world. I know your place and you speak the story to me well. I miss our talks yet yearn for the one where you let me in your head. I won't scare like the wench before the paddle. So you know my place and where my feelings lay, yet love me for the more. I feel your energy with me when I read what you write. Take me with you whenever you like. We can share the details and delivery then my dear.