make love to me just like a woman!
kiss me toe to head, and linger on my neck,
trace my waist, begin at my lips, pause at my hips,
quibbles intersperse, quips and licks on eyelids
nibble me, near me, closer unto glorious victorious
near death experience...
whisper me sweet everythings
before during after and over again,
when u must pause to exhale, blow their warmth
upon thy fingers and bring their warmth inside
Columbus me with tongue and eyes,
take me slow then again,
than execute summary judgement
accept my every appeal to god
for heavenly mercy
then adjudge me guilty yet again
and to the tower take me
to drown in mine own lamentations
before thy execute me twice
for a very good and long measure
and so I shall,
do what you beseech,
most excellently seek
but you may recall,
somewhat earlier, I
so you must start my dear,
all the driving instructions you stated,
and bring your GPS,
too wit and sod this!
he gruffingly huffingly, hurrumphingly, replied,
all hell and damnation,
treat me like a woman just once please!"
can't can't can't - she bewitchingly cackled!
and sang to me the lyrical words
of a Nobel Prize winner!
"You fake just like a woman
Yes you do, you make love like a woman
Yes you do, and then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little boy"
As I light my cigarette,
I remember the cause
for my addiction for self sabotage
In the same way that I cannot kick this habit
When my lungs exhale and the smoke floats away
the memories of You always stay.
Sabotaging me in its own violent but beautiful way...
© John Paul Fraser
Here's to the writers—
You have the power to paint words
Into beautiful art—
To be able to touch a soul—
To touch one's heart
You can make the stormy sky blue—
Stop the waves from crashing to the shore
You can make all the withered flowers bloom—
Turn winter into summer, a glimpse of gold
You can make someone's dark day colorful—
Gather hope to put in between your words
Make them feel that they are understood—
That they aren't alone in this cruel world
You can mend someone's broken heart—
Put love in between your lines
Let them know that they are enough—
That being hurt is just a part of life
We can make a whole new perspective—
We can create a world of our own
And no, we don't speak only for ourselves—
But also for all the lost souls
—Thalia Bautista; Just keep writing
I haven't felt at home since then
Since I've woken up
No dream can last
All nights must pass
And rise again
But my realization hasn't changed
The way things are or could've been
Look back and see the same old day
Not as it was, but as it is
No amount of time can change the fact
Or the truth therein
That we are searching, ever searched
Alive within for but a short time
The sun has risen already, has hidden
Already behind the clouds that
Cover this town and all
Its dirty little secrets.
Bees surround me with sound
To blot out the profound thoughts
Swimming around in my mind
Without a hope to find
An answer to life.
What once was a tree is now
A path for the power lines,
We cut down what lies in the way
Of a "better day" where screens
Dictate what it means to be alive.
How can I see what's next when
There is no magical text to give
Me solace when my heart pounds
And the silence shakes the ground
Beneath my weary feet.
We're drones on our phones put
On a path lain out by the wrath
Of ages, progression or regression
Depends on your perspective.
"I will conquer.
I will prosper.
I will not quit.
I will never stop winning.
I will never stop succeeding."
I refuse even consider words that indicate doubt.
My vocabulary does not extend that far,
And it never will.
I will always win...
So again, I'm sorry for my limited vocabulary...
Actually, nope, I'm not.