You are
delicious
And I am
greedy.
You are
generous
And I am
needy.
You are
experienced
And I am
learning.
You are
flammable
And I am
burning.

i've got a fixation for your eyes,
       your eloquent form controls my mind,
       if you don't care, i'd like to stay awhile,
       hours are cheap, so how about the night?
i'm allured by your laughs at my feeble tries,
      when you repeal my determination,
       i will remind my adoration isn't in short supply,
       where did we land on the night?
i'm an addict when it comes to being a part of your life.

Emotions wrack our bodies;
thunderstorms of feeling,
leaving us naked and breathless.

There are but two paths,
expose ourselves to that whirlwind
the other, close off our hearts.

One is the embrace of life,
the other its denial...
one living, the other a living death.

Which to chose is up to you
but me I'll accept the pain,
and joy of being alive.

Every time we argue

you're wrong...

and I'm always right.

You don't cook like mama did,

and you can’t keep house.

As for ***,
you can't ****
 worth ****.



I never do anything wrong...

and I know what I'm talking about.

I don't need to know how to cook or clean

that's what women are for.

And as for ***...I'm the best you ever had.

Don't give me that hurt look,

or threaten to leave.



Its so quiet around here

these days...

I'm getting hungry

and the house is *****.

I've got to ******* to get off

but hey...

I won.

There is a law, with regards to the heart,
And so, must be followed accordingly.



                                     Please take note, and refer to one,s own heart,

For guidelines

rattle lips,
be the air conditioner's vent,
on the bent, the bent,
bet the insides of your sister's thighs
for this month's rent,
two-step, lip balm, and liquor,
turpentine, fashion gurus,
and abortion clinics,
everyone's afraid of fairy tales
and heart disease,
your mother's a nurse
for your fathers hedonistic purse,
i found the id,
follow me to the id,
i found the id,
it lies under sheet,
under sleeve,
under bleeding wrist,
and callused bride,
dig graves in the image of god,
die in the name of everlasting life?
vision trips amidst weary moons,
silver slivers
on past treasures sail on sinking ships,
and "i am the resurrection"
says the harlot,
and "i am the resurrection"
says the wind,
we ride 'em both and write home
of only the wind,
history books, history books,
paint me heroic,
history books, history books,
i've got hooks to sell,
children to condition,
and banners to wave,
god save america,
god save america,
god save the liar,
the creep,
my mother,
my *****,
and everyone of
my summer homes,
and each of my televisions,
and each crevice i can crawl into,
and each dream i can divide.