There's more that meets the eyes
And this will never change
It's too complicated to explain why
The answer will never be the same
Just remember to hold us when we cry
And beware those moments we act insane
Sometimes a firm, warm place to land
Is the only thing to soothe our weary brain
Were difficult at best, impossible at worst
But true love is always on our mind first
Some women want the finer things in life
Some just want children and to be a good wife
Others need to be held and reassured constantly
Some just want to trust and receive honesty
No matter the woman, you'll never understand us all
But keep in mind... There's no greater feeling than the fall

any poet will tell you
any honest poet
will tell you,
the most difficult thing to do
is write about
them,
a good poet will tell you
it is cheating,
a bad one
nothing at all
inspiration?
a muse?
those are not needed
a poet is affected
by the smallest of trivialities

‘’why the hell is jeopardy still on?’’

‘’I asked for extra pickles on this
sandwich,
and there is no mustard on here’’

by the Yankees winning the series,
again,
a poet is driven by more
than the presence or absence of
love,
god,
***,
music,
money in the bank
his day will be molded
by the smallest of trivialities,
you turning off your lights,
the presence
or absence
of the sun,
a single mom crying in Toledo,
down to her last drop,
a homeless pet,
braver than you
or
I
by war,
or lack of it,
by a new president,
or an old one,
a poet is affected
by the smallest of trivialities
so be careful
when you shut off your lights

The lone wolf howls
in the dark night,
casting it's shadow
over the pale moonlight.

On the river banks,
his prey, he silently stalks.
Lurking by the trees,
he, so quietly, walks.

The innocent deer
became unknowingly a prey.
Targeted by the wolf,
who lives astray.

Ready to strike,
upon the deer her pounced.
Letting out a growl,
"Beware" he announced.

Alas, he missed
his only chance.
The deer ran away
in a single glance.

The lone wolf whined
on his unlucky loss,
staring at the footprints
on the soft moss.

He retreated back
to his hiding place.
"Rest," he thought,
"Rest for another chase"

I love making people happy
but to see You smile
is what I have always
longed for