O what do men think
You look good in my best shirt
the cuffs dangle close to the fat
over that
the beacon you cook for me spitting fat
on to my clean cuffs
your mind I think is simple
so why do you treat me like this
I think your body told me to.

My mind closes down
my heart skips beats
my blood does not flow
it makes hard to think
my blood flows again
most to my hips
my mind shuts down
my thighs takes over
smelling the presence of you
and the love in your eyes
my mind flips
the next thing I know
I am at your hips
in my defense
I think you wanted this
the misery of love ends.

Just so I can help look after you
my codes and tests come in
most online
so I know to help you
if the worst should begin
so I think that makes me a knight
but do not ask me what I think
for it is my why to say
I've already told you
you may say no you have not
then I make you look into my blue eyes
and then your know
I am your Black Knight.

When you find
your mind
overnight has done a summersault
in your head
for now
I do not know
which way is up
or are my feet down
do not know how to feel at all
For my heart flipped
my soul is upside down
now my head is my toe
maybe after coffee
I will know
which?

Is maybe,
or if maybe, died
I can shake my head
so I know I am still alive
so I ask you all
why?
does my mind disappear
overnight
and come back in my left ear
and land upside down
within my head,




Don't you hate that?

You made me believe
we are not the same
I feel for you
I do not see that from you
I do not see that conviction
I think that I loved you then I would
you do not give that back to me
woman please
you do not want me to drop your hand.

Feel the pain
from best-selling anchormen
trying to make you feel like them
putting out there words
It's just my tooth that hurts
my body by pain is confused
rub clover on my teeth
make me whole again.

It's hard to live life out here
most things out of bounds
fingers glowing in cyber space
typing things down
that I really mean nothing, at all
for all, to be seen
and should have kept in my own mind
none of which mean a thing to anyone nor me
there's no atmosphere
to help me breath
there is no gravity
nothing to help keep me tied down
or to keep my feet on the ground
just drifting things in my head,
just drifting in a sea of that which
is no more than my own mind
and deep feeling in my head
all by this tomorrow my mind will forget
so my advice
is keep cyberspace
inside your own head
and leave my cyberspace alone

LoVe  P@ul.