So, you don't want to see me no more
Guess I fell from your grace
Never said how I felt before
Now I'm feelin' all out of place
Oh, I could go down to the singles bar
Try and save some kind of face
But what's the reason in savin' for
When you can't be replaced

I lay awake in bed last night
Must have been past three
Thinkin' 'bout our first last fight
And how I set you free
But freedom don't have the same sweet ring
When you hold the key
Now I'm just lookin' to break these chains
Holdin', hauntin' me

I think I'll go down now to that singles bar
But only for a drink
Maybe then I'll just go too far
So I don't have to think
Cause thinkin's wonderin' where you are
And my heart always sinks
Cause you don't want to see me no more
And that means everything

Slurping accolades on Book of Faces,
****** poet **** romances himself.
Lubricating through superego Groups,
disorganization and breakdown of controls
chips him into corner. Bleak
moments of "Like" successes
are momentary arousals,
while blessings of truer constructive
criticisms become real get-offs. Spooging
on his own "Like"-abilities and
word-stock inventiveness he mops up
whatever approval he can.
Internet-tionalistic
becomes his coinphrase. He'll
Google-gunk it up in translation
to any language. So long as it buys him
some sensation. Forgive him,
for where else would he get it?

Ur the ****
No one likes
I want to pluck you

I wear my crazy on the outside and my genius on the inside.
I wear many masks.
My love is true.
Only the faithful have the key
To open up my mind.
Only they who understand
Can render benefit.
I bask in your glow.
I am only who I am because of you.

Thanks for it.

Barbecue is blowing in the breeze , the city of Jackson is "rolling up the streets " ..The old soldier guards the city square , thoughts turn to Saturday night , stripers at the lake and the devil-may-care ..
Shady southern avenues and picnics at Indian Springs , lazy Sunday afternoons and playful children on dead end streets* ...

I knew when I met you
You weren't going to be
Instant gratification
Even though I knew how I felt
Instantly

You were an investment
Someone worth my patience
And understanding

I was told
At a young age
Anything worth having
Is worth fighting for

I respect that statement

But the fighting for
Is sometimes with yourself

You have to fight with yourself
To know if you want it
If it's worth it
And sometimes
Wait for it

Patience is a battle we all fight
In a world (America)
That wants instant gratification

From the start to the finish
You are my prize
That I will race to achieve

Together,
We can be thankful
That we didn't give up on each other