playing with fire
as the saying goes
but you're not fire
at least not metaphorically anymore
you're the ocean
changing which way you decide to go & flipping it
around because you dont want to go that way anymore
you're so calm
but the waves take over you


you can have my wrapped around your finger
wrapped so tight that it hurts
hurts to do anything but become your slave
this ocean has me in it's depth
i can't even put up a fight
I'm no match against you
and you know it
how weak I am for you
you say the right things do the right things
and i can't help love what's killing me
so beautiful when youre calm
so breathtaking when youre at ease
slowly waving back and forth in a picture so serene
but the Tsunamis are quiet in the midst of their forming
I'm scared of you
you already destroyed me once
but you come back
those words always get me
you always get me
I'm a ******* slave for you
so pathetic
it's not even a game anymore
it's who can fall before they can't get back up
my bets are for the girl who can't swim
the girl who rides the waves rather then controls them
who goes under rather than surfs
she's weak

It all happened on one summer’s eve in mid July.
I met this innocent and alluring young girl.
So true and pure hearted I simply could not pass her by.
The more we talked the more my stomach swirled and whirled.

Before I could possibly even know, my heart let out a golden glow.
I was struck by her sensational presence, I was in love.
The only thing I could do was see where it would go.
For our love was as beautiful as a burning dove.

But now I see that I have fallen under her spell.
For everything thing she does weakens my heart.
For no matter what I do I can’t repel.
This amazing love that keeps me here even though we are forever apart.

One day I will forever be held captive.
When our eyes meet and our hearts beat, we have never been so attracted.

July is the best season to buy basketball shoes.
I still remembered the first time I smelled your perfume,
my heart fluttered, as I found out
you smoke the same Marlboro as I do.

The weather of July
makes everything become so long.
Long enough to take a nap,
to make a heavy rain in my dream.
Let me bring you an umbrella
after you got totally drenched.

And the best part of July is that there
are countless blue skies to be wasted.
The white cloud doesn't look clear enough on the camera,
so I take out my guitar,
singing French songs one after another.

You make me want to keep my diary
everyday in July.

Like a slattern in a string bikini,                     
Stretch marks bared to the public,                                                            
So does July show her wares                                                              
If she is scorned.
                                               
Sprawling, ugly, no doubt in heat,                                                      
An old sow past her prime                 
Suffocates
All who pass her by.             
  
Any who see Demeter
In each summer day
Have not seen her dark side,
When men refuse to play.

She is full of hot wrath,
If unspent for weeks on end.
Or cold doldrums, when denied:
Raw, frigid mistress of grey.

Yet, in a good year, she might
Swing Sun’s brazen shield
High above, shedding welcome beams,
And let us bask in its bright rays.

July, you sometime traitor,
When we expect you to behave,
Spend promises of warm weather,
No doubt you demur on that alone.

We await your pleasure,
As brides gnaw manicured nails in
Helpless wonderment at your
Selfish woes.

Month of Caesar, choose one attitude or the other!
Either thirty-one days of rain-soaked sulking
Or, better, allow one of selfless, sun-baked joy…
This might even please poor you!