Tired is no longer a feeling for me
It is a way of life
What once was energy and hard work
Is now anxiety and strife
I wish to sleep for decades
Awaken fresh and new
To find a new generation
Of people who are probably tired too

I'd invite anyone
Who's experienced this phenomenon
To come forward and tell me I'm wrong
You can pull that wishbone apart
And get the bigger half
But your wish will never come true
A waste of time to even ask

the most gentle creature in the world and the most savage
those same lips that whisper sweet nothings, an entire body they ravish
doesn’t pull of when he says goodbye, he sits and waits
watching to ensure she makes it in the door safe
we’re passed the years of pulling out chairs , but he would
and hours later barely find time to make it with her upstairs
excites her
invites her
and of course stimulates
both the intellectual and the ******
in any moment with the gentleman her beating heart palpitates
from lust and wonder
from trust and fear
the gentleman provides security while simultaneously being a teddy bear
a calm roughness he possesses
both jagged and serene
the most gentle savage in the world
neither peace or chaos
like the eye of a hurricane he falls somewhere between

I wish I met him at a more
"Traditional" place other than
The place we met...a room
Full of bodies either
Searching for lust,
Or searching for a distraction
In toxic water, or a toxic soul
Some even move to the rhythm
Of the beat for joy & laughter...
Others move to the rhythm of the
Beat to forget yesterday's sounds
As for me, I'm not sure why I was there,
But I certainly wasn't there to forget
The face I came across so unexpectedly
Serendipity as one might call it if you may
Beauty is what he called me
Drunk is what I called him
I closed myself off..so whys there a
Window peaking his light in?
...Drunk is what I called him
Yet his name is what I whispered
To myself on my drive home..