Nothing intimidates me more,
Than a woman’s inviting smile,
It pierces right down to the core;
Appealing to everything I adore;
This subtle, suggestive, wile:
Whetting the sense of anticipation,
Igniting fires of the imagination.

Nothing possesses more power,
Than a woman’s determined will;
Disguised as a delicate flower,
Sweetness smothering the sour,
Regardless of the pyrrhic thrill;
Bewitchment in everything but name,
Savouring the illicitness of the game.

No ordinary man has a prayer,
When a woman stakes her claim;
She’ll welcome you into her lair,
Reject her desires if you dare,
Her revenge has legendary fame;
Travelling incognito: deadly intentions,
From this wrath, there are no preventions.

Do not ever, ever, underestimate.
That which cannot be understood:
Avoid the temptation to speculate,
Categorize, classify or evaluate,
The secret mysteries of womanhood;
Whenever tempted by an inviting smile;
Nod politely then turn, and run a mile.

© Paul Chafer 2014

Man Naturally loves delay,
And to procrastinate;
Business put off from day to day
Is always done to late.

Let ever hour be in its place
Firm fixed, nor loosely shift,
And well enjoy the vacant space,
As though a birthday gift.

And when the hour arrives, be there,
Where'er that "there" may be;
Uncleanly hands or ruffled hair
Let no one ever see.

If dinner at "half-past" be placed,
At "half-past" then be dressed.
If at a "quarter-past" make haste
To be down with the rest

Better to be before you time,
Than e're to be behind;
To open the door while strikes the chime,
That shows a punctual mind.

Moral:

Let punctuality and care
Seize every flitting hour,
So shalt thou cull a floweret fair,
E'en from a fading flower

photogenic smiles and true to the few
we take the flashing light and run with it.
pinned up in time and backed up hard drives
remember us when were gone.

repressed and tied too this one life
always reaching for visibility
to give a life worth feeling
in a single frame.

what every second means to the hand
holding moments temporal.
hold, laugh, smile.

camera cued and magic fuse
superstitious  and wild,
hung with glowing eyes.

Being nothing to you makes me feel powerless and broken but I don't want to be something to you anymore. I want someone who will love me with all his heart and all his willpower. I want someone that will be happy with me and only want me not every girl he could get his hands on like you. I want him to send me love notes and write cute facebook staeus about me. I want him to make me feel wanted. Beautiful. Wroth something. I want him to hold me and know how to touch me the right way. I want to cry in front of him and tell him all my bad thoughts and how I really feel about myself without being treated like I'm some phyco patience. I want to fall asleep in his arms and listen to music in the dark and feel safe. I want to feel wanted. I want to look at him and forget all about the pain and scars you gave me. I want to forget completely about you and be happy with him because all I want is you and I know I can never have you again. I want to hold hands and feel his sweaty plams on mine. I want to touch his hair and look into his eyes and see forever. I want to fall in love like I fell in love with you. I want to be happy. I was never happy with you but **** did I love you. All you did was leave me heart broken and asking myself if living was worth it without you? All you ever did was leave me to **** her then came back to me to feel loved cause she never really loved you. You knew I loved you so you used that against me. Maybe I can't love like I loved you but ****** will I try. I'm tired of thinking you have control over me still even though you been long gone for 4 months. Im Sad. Broken and tired to the thought of love but I want someone I call my own. And I'm ready. I'm ready to let someone in and make new love happen again.