~~♥~~
I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...
If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding
A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...
It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!
It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!
It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!
It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs
to walk away.
But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.
Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.
Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.
It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.
So now I think on it again...
... *I think BOOKS should be
more like MEN!!!*
SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
I am but a soul roaming the treasured land for but another
aimless wanderer...
magnetizing myself to their connection
and they to mine...
a dreamer who thrives in thought of fantasy
understanding the true illusion of reality...
genuine to their sense of character,
in regards to the grandeur experience...
an amusing essence that will soothe
my soul with a tender touch of passion...
a timeless source who is willing to discover
with me rather then idlly slip and waste away...
to dance with the infinate energies
of attraction to precious beauty...
spiralling an endless motion of unified vision...
a learnerwho yeilds to all lessons
and walks away a wealthier person...
a parallel enhancment... my wanderer
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
At the mid noon hour
above the cell tower
over two frolicking kite
swoops a plane on flight.
It has grazed the sky
spotless and dry
smelling ground cavorts
nigh is airport.
Amid wind's flutter
diurnal moon quarter
eyes droop to a rest
weighed with dreams' harvest.
The plane port bound
is circling on a round
waiting landing call
slowing to a crawl.
Love this time alone
up from dirt and grime
fiddling my cellphone
keying nonsense rhyme.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
I love you
not because
you're good looking
I love you
not because
you're caring
I love you
not because
you dote on me
I love you
not because
your smiles are sweet
I love you
not in lust
of your crevice
or orifice
or skin
I love you
because
without you
I feel
incomplete within.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC
There once was a story untold, it slipped through the cracks of time,
it lied dead and cold. Then one day, the ground shook, rumbling over with
force and might, only to peer out a flowing light, in that light everything
grew, and the untold story emerged out anew.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
A broken heart
turns into
a tender heart
A tender heart
into a heart
that easily loves
And a heart
that easily loves
is just really...
broken hearted.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Lover I am yours and you are mine
and I will love you 'til the end of time
but I can no longer deny (I can't deny)
I'm diseased, I was conceived
under the blood of night.
This balcony is cold so can we please go inside?
Love, I'm not a fan of this game of seek and hide
I see you in the shadows hunting for a soul to sell
but Lover, are you not aware that we're already in Hell?
I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm screaming out your name
I warned you that this balcony was only cold and grey
It's got secrets I wish I could scream etched beneath its skin
it was the final surface of a jumper, crazed as hell by all his sins.
Lover I am yours and you are mine
and I will love you 'til the end of time
but I'm afraid my time is all used up
so with that, my love, I wish you the best of luck.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
I ****
And blow
Real slow
Nothing though
And you know
As you smile for awhile
Void of denial
I'm lit enough
For the both of us
As you offer a match
Regardless
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
There that lives, is a land,
so vast, so big, so wonderfully grand.
Cloaked in fantasy,
in a blaze of illusion,
only minds with eyes may see this fusion.
All that may come to be,
starts with a gland of artistry.
There it dwells,
deep inside,
awaiting to inspire the awakening
of the third eye.
Harbored within,
are worlds with no ends,
and all around matter fails to exist.
Wide minded,
visions of potential beauty,
drain from my lungs
and spew into my eternity.
I am nothing more than
a spec of informational energy.
As my essence retreats
from my body,
I am embraced with the
warmth love of infinity.
Pleasant and soft,
I snuggle up,
just a bit,
enjoying thee evermore bliss,
or whats left of it...
As I come down
from my cloud,
I slip, and loose grip.
Dimensions are fading,
communications are disconnecting,
my ears ring and
sound returns to me,
all that's left of this trip is
water filled eye's and
a better understanding of what
LOVE really is...
Why can't the world be like this???
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC