daylight, filters through the blinds,
promising paradise.
i was so *blinded,
all i could see was your light.
and even though it’s been some time,
since i’ve even talked to you
i probably deserve it,
i was always the one who was uncertain.

Cherie
An Old Fashioned Break Up

When love's last words are spoken…. Cherie.
When tender hearts are broken…. Cherie.
Now our dream of love  is far away
Now lost in the mist of yesterday.
When love's last kiss has faded …..Cherie
When loving hearts are jaded ….Cherie
Once love blossomed
with the bright moon
Now it  plays  a sad tune for me.
Now my heart is broken …..Cherie
when love's last words are spoken…. Cherie
when love's last words are spoken…. Cherie*

Based upon a beautiful Melody written in 1934
LOVE'S LAST WORD IS SPOKEN [CHERIE]
Cesare A Bixio (m) Bruce Sievier (l) 1934

How wonderful it is, to find another with the same taste as your own.

my flow is pyroclastic
drop sticks hotter than acid
got witches flirting with hexagonal wargames
im bored
jeans from the icu
got everything but a tattoo
occasionally
i even go to the loo
ny bin
la thin
montreal win
oui
sick and free
ill and diet
don't joke
i'd eat coke
and drink butterflies
if they served it in the
store on the corner

... or, who took the MAN out?

Who took the MAN out of romance?
Who plucked the peacock of quill?
Was it a private performance?
Was it by sheer force of will?

Who took the MAN out of manners?
Did it take magical powers?
Who threw in the nails and spanners?
Perhaps they emulate ours.

Who took the FEM out of feminine?
Was it a trial? A test?
Is it SO cool to be masculine?
***inine's what we have left!

Do we all need to lose gender?
Do all the answers lie there?
Should we all be as the blenders?
Is that decree really fair?

I'm for the lady. The gentleman.
SORRY. It's been building a while.
I just came to air out the sentiment
I love the ol' fashion styles!

Who took the MAN from romantic?
I'm guessing. It's only a hunch.
It may be the one who's got plastic
And insists upon

BUYING HER LUNCH!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/29/2015
All rights protected

Take my hand and we will run into the woods and forever roam the wild beyond. We can chase the moon and follow the ocean because We do not live by the rules if we do not want to!

Tell me stories about your childhood and your past lives if you remember them. Tell me about your future and the plans you want to make happen when we decide we are old enough to make them work.

Tonight we are on fire with the love of the world and the mystery hidden behind sneaky eyes and flasks filling our cold bellies with warmth. With memories welling in our eyes I'll hold you until the sun rises and we return to our socially pessimistic and awkwardly comfortable lifestyles.

Take my hand as we run into the wild beyond for at least tonight... It's just you and I.