Rolling down the street,
like a die on the table,
what you roll,
is what you get,
the number shows,
unbeknownst,
surprise arrives,
a hint of beauty cross you,
you can't believe your luck.

you could turn me into a woman
you could teach me how to be beautiful
you could teach me how to cook
you could teach me how to have manners
but what's the point?
if all i get from you is lessons but no love
if all i get is orders but no compassion
if all i get is anger but no joy.
i feel pain everyday.
But i still ask myself " Am i ungrateful?" "Am i spoiled?"
But in the end I'll choose to remove all my feelings and become
cold.                                  
And for you I'll still choose to become the perfect daughter.

i'm getting tired of it,
waking up once a day,
feeling dead and forever unpleasant.
i love too much,
i'm not much pride to swallow.
let your roots grow into me,
feel yourself waste away.
we wept, sea between beds,
always but a dream never to be seized,
nothing is forever.

It was the way she gave me that look in her eyes
Politely, yet demanding, that I kiss between her thighs.
Who was I to deny a ladies request?
Next thing I know, my tongue is writing our sins on her chest.
She undressed me slowly with her teeth
I could feel her demons hiding away in her smile beneath.

My favorite kind of ecstasy was locked away in her kiss,
she’s the only drug who let me taste true bliss.

She fell
I caught her hand
While she was
on the way down
Helping her to rise
From a hurting fall
Our eyes locked
Hers inquiring
Are you in love
Mine answering
How could
you tell

©  2017 Jim Davis

It comes often
As a surprise
Wrapped in a warm,
Fuzzy, mint blanket
Of love,
Concern and care
And falls like rain
Causing the flowers
In our garden
To dance in full bloom

All armies are the same
Publicity is fame
Artillery makes the same old noise
Valor is an attribute of boys
Old soldiers all have tired eyes
All soldiers hear the same old lies
Dead bodies always have drawn flies