If we were honest with ourselves.
We men must admit we don't do this enough.
Praise our lady.

Praise your lady
For her love.
Yes, her undying love.
Please, praise her.

Praise the lord above for blessing you with her.
Praise him.

Praise her for being a heavenly blessing to you.
For affecting vital parts of your life.
Hey!-Praise her.

You obviously know the reason you should.
You deny you don't.
Only proves you'r not willing too.

It could be her strength.
It might be her passion.
Or the pleasure of loving her.
Either way-praise her.

It just might be her heart.
Or just her.
Praise her.

I think i would rather a heart of ice than a heart of glass
Glass is translucent and fragile
When it breaks, it can so easily hurt anyone who comes upon it
Ice, though similar, is exceptionally different
It can be either clear or cloudy
Or it can hurt or sooth
I like it most because unlike glass, it can melt when given enough warmth
While yes, ice is cold, it's still only water hardened by its surroundings

Sea monster:
pull me from my boat and drown me in your waters
let the currents drag me to your home
a new haven for those lost at sea
countless souls left to wander
a shadowy world deathly in its beauty


let me live recklessly among foreign creatures
driven mad by freedom and grown wise from solitude
carry me upon your back, floating with ease
as if making love to the heat of the day

sing me the sound of your waves
lullabies washing away sins
whispering fleeting truths in my ear


leave me naked on the shore
sea foam biting at my ankles
bidding goodbye


As salt on my lips reminds me of your sweet kiss

I remember you were mine once,  my Sea monster.

You're no good for scheduling but ideal for dancing.
While night tricks us into invincibility, whiskey tells us not to wait.
So educate me on the nonsense of foreplay to a friend's poetry,
And we'll lose our jobs over bongos and stale beer,
Trading tips for one second tears.

You stay on your side and I'll stay on mine,
I'll take a receipt for time lost between sheets,
While bruises take the place of scars.

Just as my dimples look more mature in the morning,
You sound better when your hands talk.
So I'll degrade a dollar for last night's sake
and the irony of grandpa in the morning.

Then we'll kiss what should be left on the floor,
And I'll keep you somewhere safe where I'm bound to lose you anyway.


I hope you find your keys :)

Poetry
flirts
with mind and breath
graces your lips
forming words spoken more yet heard
less

I was just a kid when it began
I didn't realize something ignited
And now there's a fire that burns our regrets
And I know we'll always be united

So many songs sing of love
Between a girl and her significant other
But no song can describe the way that it feels
To smile on your sisters and brothers

Don't you dare cry I can't stand to see you crying
We're a family, a flame
And this flame isn't dying
We've parted ways but this isn't the end
This is just "see you later" not "goodbye," my friend

So put your arms around me
We'll sway like waves on the water
We'll add fuel to this fire
Feel the heat as the embers burn hotter

I was just a kid when it began
I supposed I'm still a child today
But I'm growing and learning and slowly maturing
And I'm glad I met you along the way

ideas
are the unexpected guests,
to the wooden door that
since long has been alone.
they be entertained with
good hospitality
and be kept with us
for God send them
and are most beautiful.
so embrace them,
hug them and love them.