I knew I had been waiting a lifetime to meet you
Because you are everything that I have ever wanted
There's something about the way you effortlessly
Set my soul on fire.
The sweet sound of your voice is like a song
That I have patiently waited to hear
For what feels like a century
Oh, my eternal piece of mind, could it be?
That you complete me
SO uh i rewrote this on a fucking empty box of cupcakes while watching The Grinch hahaha
Oh my darling with your milk chocolate eyes,
and a grin of naught but foxlike delight.
How I admit my love, which you despise
Regardless of reason, this earthen brow fights.
A licorice waterfall cascades down
onto two platforms of beauty and mirth.
Existence grows with this pain as your crown.
How can such enchantment be of this earth?
Oh I’d wish all but you a shallow death,
as I weep for sweet, dear…
Sing on, sing on, sweet nightingale!
You fill my night
with flowing song.
will drink of you
'til moon and stars
'til all the stars
Copyright by Michael S. 'Simpson, 2013.
All rights reserved by the author.
You became an ordinary diamond,
Rough through each edge
And a little opaque in your shine.
But even in such misery,
I still craved all of it's remedy.
Oh woe is me
Fooled, bedazzled, stricken
Yet completely unable to take hold.
I've been cut without mercy
No one else can be blamed.
Those scars upon my hands
Are worse than dry croplands.
Amidst such tragic outcomes
There's possibility to build upon.
Now watch a feeble smile descend
From this face you'll no longer reprimand.
It was strange almost as strange as Thanksgiving with Justin Bieber at his grandmother's house.
Yes I'm sure that wasn't the only thing getting stuffed that year.
Who doesn't enjoy being serenaded by their grandson as he's naked with his pick in one hand and
his dick in the other as he stands butt ball naked in the kitchen.
Thanks Canada your like a dirty girlfriend who instead of giving a great blowjob gave us herpes What do I expect from a country that also gave us maple syrup and call me maybe.
I know we just met and this sounds crazy but your countries music sucks so never call us okay.
I was alone in the Pub as usual hell what do you expect from a site that has a showcase yet has no more groups from which half of the showcases are named after .
Yeah the owner has that true modern day logic like having a music channel that only shows
reality show whores and knocked up bitches who complain about paying the bills yet are employed by the network yeah common sense it really is lost on stupid people.
I was having like half of a case when a hamster who shall remain unnamed due to she would
harm me if I spoke the name of which is not to be spoken of walked through the door.
Gonz set me up with a cold one I really need it.
Really hamster I never pegged you as a necrophilia kind of gal but to each his own
good thing I got the paper let me just check the obituaries and make some calls
You want something fresh off the highway or you more into cold cuts?
I know I'm going to hell but honestly did you expect good taste in reading this shit ?
Are you fucking nuts?
The agitated little hamster asked as she looked at me with anger and possible rape in her eye's.
Look I can always hope good thing I forgot my whistle.
Just give me a cold beer you pervert and that joke was tasteless really have you no respect for anything?
I looked at the hamster after handing her the beer and thought deeply and hard pulling my mental hair at the same time even though I don't have any don't ask.
It's my job to make tasteless jokes and be a pervert what you think the time clock on the walls for?
Um employees ?
Well yeah it used to be until they whole health care shit I swear I give my workers one meal a week and provide a perfectly good basement for them now I got to give them health care duh
if I paid my bills what would I drink with ?
My customer who remains anonymous to protect the safety of my balls.
Looked at me in disgust uh oh looks like I might be getting a spanking as well.
You really keep those poor people locked in the basement ?
Duh person I cant say your name there not real people there here illegally.
How can you say that I should call the cops on you .
The hamster was turning red and from the threat of calling in the fuzz I knew she must be
serious yet still I knew deep down she was just playing hard to get with her threats and restraining orders but enough with the foreplay hamsters.
Look I really don't see what the big deal is ?
You have people trapped in your basement like some dirt bag smuggler.
Now you hold on a minute hamster how dare you insult me I said in my grown up voice
I know I can act like a grown up shocking isn't it?
I was about to tell this hamster just what I really thought of people who take advantage of people
who just want a better life and exploit others and really preach some of that moral shit that sounds real good yet isn't what I think cause I'm truly a ruthless bastard.
When I stopped and saw the clock oh shit hold that thought I almost forgot to feed the basement people.
I reached under the bar and grabbed four cartons of cigarettes and a case of wine.
What in the hell you only give those poor people booze and cigarettes ?
Well duh there French what else would they want?
Just then a voice came up from the dungeon I mean basement of the pub gonzo more wine
you American swine I hate you yet still I applaud your efforts in destroying that vile
man child Selena Gomez .
Ahh you got love the French sure that strange little man may stay drunk on a girl drink and smoke like a chimney but even he hates shit pop music as much as me.
My one and only reader slash customer slash person I enjoy annoying sat in shock.
You are so fucked up .
I looked as I took my seat behind the bar that no longer exists because some people
who shouldn't be allowed out of there cage run the site into the like button ground.
Yes hamster I'm a little ruff around the edges but when you get to know me.
You realize behind all the insults and perverted bad humor .
I'm well I'm far worse than you could ever imagine.
We sat there swapping stories the drinks flowed the French man in the basement yelled
something in that strange language he spoke once I couldn't understand cause I
don't speak German.
It was a true night to remember except for the part I forgot duh!
It was growing closer and closer to closing time I mixed us both a good strong drink
yet with a soft side and heart of gold like a awesome hooker or that man tranny Kim Kardashian .
Well I guess better head out Gonz.
Aren't you feeling like your going to pass out .
Um no why ?
Dammit its really getting bad when you cant trust a good street dealer to quality
The hamster was headed out the door but before she left she turned and said.
Oh yeah and you might need to grab a pillow.
And then everything went black but not like in the NBA .
No indeed I was out like Charlie sheen after a really good coke binge when he used to be cool.
I awoke upon the floor alone cold and hurting in a area far more strange than fifty one
dammit man whya alien would travel across the galaxy only to corn hole rednecks and poetic madmen is beyond me but enough about what some owners of websites do in there off time.
Upon the bar sat the only cure for my troubles a double shot of good blended whiskey.
Next to it a note on a bar napkin .
Dear Gonz next time remember to remember which drink you spiked you dumbass .
I had to laugh and sit really funny the seat was a bit uncomfortable get your heads out of the gutter
children your almost as bad as me.
Until next time kids remember .
Good humor bad humor its just fucking a joke to begin with so lighten the fuck up.
Cheers and stay crazy.
And remember if it offends nobody forced you to read it to begin with.
Drinks on me cheers.
Christmas was the one day when the guns died away...
There were soldiers from both sides,
But we all spoke the same language on Christmas.
December 24th, 11:50 pm
10 precious minutes until Christmas.
I can hear gunshots BOOMING and BANGING on all sides around me...
The sky, even though it is supposed to be dark, is red with bloody gunsmoke.
Men from both sides are on the ground,
Merely bleeding to death.
I have been instructed to not help them.
They're just gooks after all...
They don't live, breathe, and bleed just like you and me.
December 24th, 11:59 pm
The guns are more heated than ever.
My adrenaline is racing.
The crisp, frigid air is kicking my ass right now.
The tears that I have shed are now frozen to my face.
My legs are burning,
But I cannot stop running.
December 25th, 12:00 am
Guns cease to fire...?
"Why have they stopped firing?"
I shout to my neighbor.
He just grins, like the little boy he truly is, and simply responds,
I cannot contain my joy.
All over the battlefield,
Men hoot and holler with joy and glee.
The guns and insults stop.
In their place,
Men sing praise to the God they often curse,
And remember Rudolph, Frosty, and the other childish characters who used to make them innocently smile.
December 25th, 12:10 am
Every man who hasn't fallen yet has found a place to rest their head for the night.
We temporarily become friends with our enemies.
My buddy pulls out a flask from his sack,
And he spreads a little "Christmas Cheer" around the trench.
December 25th, 12:00 pm
We take the time to sleep...
We take the time to quietly talk about our girls back home...
About the families that we've left behind...
About the food, activities, and places we miss most...
We make the most of every small, yet precious, moment that goes without a shot or kill.
December 26th, 12:01 am
We remember that we're supposed to kill each other,
So that's exactly what we do.
Christmas is the only time to be friends...
Any other day is a day to kill.
Christmas is a universal language.
Evidently everyone can understand it...
I guess it's just mutual that we take the time to NOT kill each other.
Oh, why can't everyday be like Christmas?
They say that your eyes are the windows to your soul
But these deep blue eyes are a miss interpretation of mine.
Because you’ll never know what I feel inside
Or when I choose to lie
When I say that I’m alright.
For those words have fooled so many
Even when I feel like screaming help me
Oh it’s ironic
How life goes on
When mine is crumbling down all at once
Is it okay to fear the next days dawn?
And how it forces me to carry on
When all I want to do is just sleep the pain away
And run to where I feel safe
And I've tried that so many times
But never get very far
So don’t be so naïve to believe
What you see
When you look at me
For I am broken…
Just. Like. You.
I wish you married me.
Sometimes, I break down.
Give up everything, but then I think...
Sometimes, I don't want to get better.
Most of the time, I just get worse.
Though you aren't here, I don't dare to erase what I thought we had.
I could lie and try to say that I'm the same.
Sometimes, I torture myself with the thought of you and
And it fucks me up so much, and you know it.
you ask what's bothering me.
you fucking know what's bothering me.
you tell her you love her.
And you just fucking....
I love you. but you need to stop.
I understand I'm being selfish,
but holy fuck, aren't we all?
I just don't want you loving someone else, or thinking about loving someone else,
when you tell me you love me.
I understand I may be overreacting, but oh my fucking shit.
You need to stop.
Nothing So Sensuous
Last night, I went back in time and met Alice Liddell in 1862.
Alice Pleasance Liddell, known for most of her adult life by her married name, Alice Hargreaves, inspired the children's classic Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, whose protagonist Alice is said to be named after her. See her, greet her, in my banner photo, and all will clear.
nothing so sensuous
as to watch a woman,
nay, a woman child,
brush her hair
in the mirror.
more than sensual,
all my senses
luxuriating in a gift that
her head titled,
from her chest as far back,
your eyes see waves
of chestnut in
the smile on her face
for the knowing that
all of you.
she languidly strokes
though it needs it not.
no, she brushes you
see her eyes,
in the mirror,
the woman's sensuality
every sense alerted,
you body fired,
she has you,
and then she asks...
would you brush my hair?
have you ever been in love?
have you ever had to tell someone
you no longer loved them
though you still did?
Oh yes, Oh may I?
yes, with you totally, at this very instant.
yes, for I
must leave you
and return to
my time, my age,
150 years from now
the only way
I can do that
is to lie to myself,
no, I do not love you
not that way,
for the agony of this
is such ecstasy,
that I can
only dare to
write of it,
in my time,
lest I fulfill
it in ours.
Also, must make reservation well in advance. Small time travel machine accommodates only 15 people....and currently the only "destination" is Victorian England.
Tell me your thoughts
of the deadly winter
and i'll"will say
"come under the covers with me
and follow my steps"
even though oh
my steps are faulty
i'll lead you the best way i can ohh
oh with these snowy flakes
take me away
with your -40 kisses
so we can freeze this moment time
OH OH Ohhhh
I'll tell you dear
my thoughts on the deadly winter
and you will say
"good, cause all i wanna do is sleep by your side
as the world freezes outside"