I have become completely lost in your eyes
Your smile astonishing
I guess it would be true for me to say you complete me
Yet… how can I separate the two
Infatuated by love and not lust from me to you
It has been so long since I have even thought about uniting with a mate
But everyday it becomes harder to fight when you step to my face
So I have come up with a decision to you from me
This is a gentleman’s plea
Hear me out for what I say is true
I want to hold your thoughts so close until I become a part of the and you
I want to outline my affection with a kiss
To only decorate your heart with my love that you would never miss
If I had to make a choice between breathing and loving you
Then baby I would use my last breathe to tell you I love you
From your past… those dudes were wearing cover up masks with lies and cruel intentions
And you are single now so answer this question
If a gentleman could compile together the most beautiful words together to explain what makes him
Would you bother to make an attempt to date him?
I say yes you would but if I am wrong I will take all my poems and walk away from these feelings
But I say yes because I feel as though you are a part of the cards God is dealing
There are times I wish I could be away from the world
And still be able to talk to you girl
Through a telephone line that gets cut off by being away or long distance
But turned back on from the words I love you and a soft kiss
These words right here are as true as Gods scriptures written in the book of Revelation
Or should I say Genesis because this is the beginning of our translation
This isn’t lust
Because when I say let’s make love I don’t mean for twenty minutes at a time
I mean wrapped up in bed grinding deep in your mind while looking you in the eyes
So that when times for me to slide deeply in between those thighs
We would know for sure if we wanted to double up and multiply
And we could lie back down and listen to your heart beat along with mine
At the same perfect moment in time
I’m not asking for you to be with me or writing this as some sorry love poem just using my opportunity
To give you a true words from a gentleman to a very special lady
“Don’t rely on someone else for your happiness and self worth. Only you can be responsible for that. If you can’t love and respect yourself - no one else will be able to make that happen. Accept who you are - completely; the good and the bad - and make changes as YOU see fit - not because you think someone else wants you to be different.”
Life can go many different ways… I don’t know where exactly i’m headed now.. but it looks nice.. fingers crossed and away we go! AHHHHHHHHHHHH :P Oops wrong way, ok, lets try this again… there we go… :D
What you want in life only comes to you when you need it most. Find that one thing you need, grab it and hold on tight. You never know when the winds will change, or the earth will shake.
A Politically Correct Christmas Story
‘Twas the night before Christmas and Santa’s a wreck…
How to live in a world that’s politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to “Elves”.
“Vertically Challenged” they were calling themselves.
And labour conditions at the North Pole
were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.
Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid
Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!
The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.
And people had started to call for the cops
When they heard sled noises on their rooftops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.
His fur trimmed red suit was called “Unenlightened.”
And to show you the strangeness of life’s ebbs and flows,
Rudolf was suing over unauthorised use of his nose
And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,
Demanding millions in over-due compensation.
So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she’d enough of this life,
Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.
And as for the gifts, why, he’d never had a notion
That making a choice could cause so much commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.
Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim, Nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamoured or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls, or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that’s warlike or non-pacifistic.
No candy or sweets…they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.
For they raised the hackles of those psychological
Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.
No baseball, no football…someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;
And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.
So Santa just stood there, dishevelled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.
He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
But you’ve got to be careful with that word today.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.
Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere…even you.
So here is that gift, it’s price beyond worth…
May you and your loved ones, enjoy peace on Earth.
Eight Thousand Metres Up
Eight thousand metres up, the plane is falling from the sky,
Both engines have failed and they are all about to die
The passengers are desperate, the pilot’s in a panic
A young woman leaps up at last, her voice is clearly frantic
She rips off her shirt and shouts to all the passengers and crew
‘Someone! Make a woman of me! Any man will do!’
A bloke three rows back sees his chance - is this his dying wish?
He rips his shirt off, flings it at her and says ‘Here! Iron this!’
Today I found a friend,
Who knew everything I felt.
She knew my every weakness,
And the problems I’ve been dealt.
She understood my wonders,
And listened to my problems
She listened to how I felt about life and love,
And she knew what my love felt like
Not once did she interrupt me,
Or tell me I was wrong.
She understood what I was going through,
And promised she’d stay long
I reached out to this friend
To show her that I truly love and care for her
To pull her close and let her know
How much I need her there
I went to hold her hand
To pull her a bit nearer
And realized that this perfect friend I found
and is the most important person in my life
As I walk along the shore
Thinking of someone whom I adore
How I wish she will explore
The future with me and what’s in store
I can’t promise richness on that score
But I have love and sincerity at the core
I don’t know what’s on her mind and more
But I sure hope I get the answer I’m looking for!