Sometimes we get knocked around from the outside
Perhaps more often, we are defeated from the inside
It's not always like being attacked by a wild beast
Who doesn't release until he's finished the feast
So often, its true meaning has been redefined;
And being convicted by it is in decline
More often, it's like snail-paced drips from a water faucet
More often, it's like being massaged by the very best
More often, it's a slow kill, satiated with thrills
More often, it's highly hidden in drinks and pills
More often, it shouts with alluring sex appeals
More often, its lies are not so easily revealed
It's soothing and breath-takingly satisfying until
Our lives are slowly drained and filled with pain
It disguises its source
until it runs its course,
And every measure of peace
Disappears and ceases.
Sure, I could fix the water faucet.
That flooded my place, but that’s not it.
I could have studied more for that test.
Not dropped out of college like the rest.
I don’t think these are worthy second chances.
Not even those high school dances.
No, those are as empty as a statue's mouth.
And those missed chances have left me and flown south.
I just want a single thing.
And that’s not some wedding ring.
Not much from the past is worthy.
Not even my family tree.
Just my sweet girl…
How her whiskers used to curl.
If I could travel back to when she left.
Feeling bereft.
I wish I had come up with that poem for her sooner.
And placed the folded paper on her.
I don’t think there would be a paradox.
Just more peace felt while kicking rocks.
I still read that poem once in a while.
Keep it in my file.
But yeah, the random bad things that crept up in life?
At least she was there during the strife.
From middle school to dropping out of college you were there.
And although I feel despair.
There’s no healing potion that would have helped you.
So this poem in my drawer will have to do.
• Blazing hot ice
• Chilly open flames
• Animals wearing clothes
• Humans with no names
• Empty houses with legs
• Rats hatching from eggs
• Marbles from the water faucet
• Shucking pods and getting pegs in
turn on the hot water faucet let it run
add the cold water faucet for a warm one
make sure the bath mat is down so no slipping
get nude it's a shower like skinny dipping
wet wet get drenched and soaked
lather up with that bar of soap
wash here and there everywhere
don't forget shampoo your hair
pour it on and rub it in
wash that hair thick or thin
let the shower wash out the soap
rinse your body and you are dope
big fluffy cotton towel
dry your self and how
now that you are new and clean
put your robe on before your seen
When the tap is turned on
For different water temperatures
Turn on the hot water faucet
It begins to flow in cold water
Then the water flows to cold
Then the water turns to warm
It suddenly turns very hot
Changing to be very cold
This happens in the shower
It also happens in the sinks
While turning on the hot tap
It does not mean hot water
Will begin to come right away
The water will begin cold
Then it will start to be warm
To only get cold once again
So cold it feels like ice
Frozen water against your skin
Quickly you play with the taps
To get the water just right
Slowly the water turns to cold
Freezing your skin once again
Rushing to have warm water
It is a batrtle with the taps
To keep the water to flow warm
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d
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t
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ed s
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ence
I turn on the
water faucet
and nothing flows from it
There's no water coming out of it
Where has it gone, the rivers those streaming lakes
All earthen pockets and caverns are full
Oceans, seas, rivers, lakes fill-
I guess
I should have paid my utility bill
12/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
She always makes my mouth water
Her neck is long and slim
She is rarely dull
And she usually always shines
She gets turned on instantly
Just by the way I touch her
She easily gets very hot and steamy
She always speaks to me in the same tone
And her voice always flows smoothly
She will never leave me
Even if she has a break down
What will I ever do without her
I love you water faucet
.
Spicy experiment!
Victoria secret bra
Love, toy with hidden pleasure
sweet surrender to my taste
grenade ecstasy.
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Spicy taboo!
Sticky forbidden kisses
buffalo breath down my neck
leak like a water faucet
time to get a fix.
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