Romance.
I twirl the girl holding my hand
late in the night during one last dance.
***
The pursuit of the next
woman to get inside your pants.
Beauty.
For example, supermodel ladies
on the runway in France.
Art.
Sh*t coming from the heart,
beautifully made objects and things that impress your friends.
Joy.
Oh boy,
happy things that make you prance.
Sadness.
We wish not to be like this,
when certain things make you downcast your glance.
Free-will.
When you decide what to do, to work or to chill,
unbounded by someone else's demands.
Fate.
Where you leave things like love and hate
up to heavenly chance,
as you wait for things to go your way,
for me, starting today.
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 5:29 PM UTC
My passions have cooled.
My heart has become hard to be moved.
I walk my route
and maintain my fine mood,
knowing that's one stage of my life with which I am through.
Fantasies of *** smoking cigarettes,
romantic love,
experimentation with drugs.
I run these things through my head,
I realize I'd rather watch the sunset,
reminisce on parting, familial hugs instead,
before I forget another memory yet.
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC