Who built the ocean?
Its just a whole bunch of water,
No fingers but man can it wave,
No online block ****'s it will stream,
bi polar It's calm and mean at the same time
This thing has no eyes,
wait look it can sea!

How can it be still and still move things?
Shift tons,    pirated the pirates,
Mirror for the stars, moon, and sun,
The secret to success you could
bottle it up and sell it,

Or You can faucet ,
make it move in a multitude of directions,
The 3rd rock central nervous system,
If your stare is cold enough it will freeze,
Its 32 it might need a filter,
get it hot enough it will create a head of steam,

when..............sorry thats just the first pint,
you'll have to wait for the gallon....
Love it0

Behind every Great Man
There is a greater woman to his side,
Classy Gal that oblige,
Knows when to let him stand in the front
Witty enough to challenge his mind,
Smart enough to know he'll be stupid at times,
Food for thought yea
she'll make you swallow your pride,
Above the small talk,
Strong enough to over  look his weakness,
She's on a ledge,  
when he's on edge,
or compromised to inconvenience,
She's confiding her confidence boost
will make you feel like a genius,
Strictly lenient, the arbitrary venus,
The better half per say,
Staring at her face you'll question your own faith,
How could nothing make something so great?
For peat sake yes she's a bit pretentious,
For keep sake she'll never leave you defenseless,
she pays much attention inline she's no cheap skate,
New birth love born from the soul mate!

The unspoken word
is sometimes the
best word spoken,
Each word a Job depends on how you work em,
or work it in,
Combined with gestures obscene,
Otherwise pleasure, angry, happy, mean,
or annoyed,
You yourself can chose
to leave these words unemployed,
A career of no meanings
what you see and what you hear,
Use your minds eye
let them fall on deaf ears,
Puzzled by the truth
of this this alphabet soup,
Coordinated and framed arranged to change moods,
when you get to the root,
It's dirt  soil to contemplate,
Wrong seed planted harvest to vegetate,
Vibrations of the voice box can turn one Irate,
Bliss does it matter?
A matter of  ones taste,
you don't say,
Why, Who made up speech
and language anyway?
WHEN WHAT YOU DO
COMMUNICATES MORE THAN
WHAT YOU SAY!!!

Your race,
Your pace!

I thought I would write of love, love
But I faced a wall, a block
My quill stood still in time
While the clock went on tick tock
I thought I would write of passion
That makes one spin on toes
But my quill stayed quiet, still
It wouldn't spill or flow
I thought I would write of romance
With all the right beats in the groove
But my quill stopped mid air
It didn't want to write or move
So I lay my quill aside
And gave poetry a miss
I left the paper empty, love
And sealed it with a kiss