it's intentions
it's intended purpose
the unnesscary pressure on
a relationship
to prove our love
and
admiration
to speak of love
with such intntions
isn't overeager
or isn't wrong
but expections
can cause rifts
and frails
your doings will
make you think you've failed
sometimes lovers
do the reversal script
you waste your time
you waste your trip
I aint one with bad intentions
a folish lover
far many times
more to mention
something about love
makes you do these things
th joy of success
the and sorted strains
Maybe just maybe
it's a sign of love
one that makes the other
worth thinking of
to love I lift my glass
a toast to all
for love to last
but for me what a strain
joys of love
and unraveled dreams
For those who Love
i wish you the best
the joy it brings
all the happiness
take some time
to Love
love in every faze
Love is the right time and place
puts a smile on peoples face
James did not invite a lot of guests
they had to know him better than the rest
his mother had decorated his apartment nest
in hot pinks and fuchsia, a friendship test
he had protested when he had first seen his lair
I am the expert, his mother said, to be quite fair
she also wanted to give overeager girlfriends a scare
staying over meant that they probably did really care
These spicy banana peppers are hotter than hot.
My annoyed esophagus yells “Not! Not! Not! Not! Not! Not!”
They dance around and down my gullet from the crockpot.
Temperature there is turned up to about a thousand watt.
Some weird stranger asks me, “Is this what you brought?”
Jalapeno and banana peppers tangled in a dancing knot?
My overeager tummy is yelping and screaming a lot.
Acid reflex at my age is almost nightly fought!
With nothing to be
Memory's all he claims
As his own
As he wanders the streets
So alone
A wandering wayfarer of the abyss
He watches the rain find its way to darkness
In the sea
That desire, deep inside him
To be
And a need but to know
What it means to control
All these flames, deep inside
That cannot be denied
But must burn
Down to dust in his eyes
As he yearns
Only to realize
What calamity broke him
Humanity, truth
What catastrophe means
To the empty, the few
Who can know
What it ever has meant
To be whole
And now deep in his soul
As he watches earth's tears
Is the blinding reality of all these years
He's spent searching
So deeply inside
For his self
For the mask behind lies
Behind dilated eyes
Overeager to learn
What might be their demise
How he yearned
How he yearned
For the rain to fall down
From the stars to the ground
How he yearned
That the rain
Might fall down to the sea
Of his soul
A ritual of mating,
the God of lust
conferring no blessing
on either sex.
just a heated dance
around each other
testing the already
sullied waters
with dirt feet
worn out on a path
tread once too often.
But then it was
something no one got
right, right?
women too scared
men overeager
or girls brazenly
bold with boys
too decent for
games in the dark.
married couples
acting like siblings
sister playing wife
to brother dear,
cousins getting
away with everything
and the old saintly
by default.
A mixed business
it is I am certain.
No one gets it right.
everyone with large
appetites for flesh
flesh and then more
flesh.
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