I used to like you when you were dumb.
Then you smartened up and it pains me some.
You question almost everything I say.
You use these big words almost every day.
You really are making my brain cells hum.

You used to be **** when you talked.
You had this trampy twist in the way you walked.
You did everything I told you to do.
Now you want to try things that are new.
And at that, baby, I just have to balk.

I really do prefer the way you used to be.
You made sure to do things that pleased me.
Dinner was always right on time,
And serving leftovers was a crime.
Now meals are not the way they should be.

I used to be breadwinner around here.
That was one thing that was totally clear.
I gave you a weekly allowance to spend.
None of this going out for drinks with friends,
Now you have a job and sometimes you’re not here.

I think the cause of this is all this reading.
You think you’re getting smart is misleading.
You are getting a different attitude
And I think a lot of them are rude.
There are some basic truths you aren’t heeding.

So you should put the Bible on your list.
As a matter of fact, I really do insist.
It tells you I am the important one
And you are just a planet to my sun.
So it isn’t God’s will that you resist.

Brent Kincaid
4/24/2015

She is the color of passion ー
    The heated sighs and whispers
    of promises to be broken in
    cold, lonely nights.

She is the color of kisses ー
     Chafed and bruised in stolen
      Moments, never to be
      experienced again.

She is the color of scorn ー
      Laughter, icy and vengeful,
      over desperate pleas as they
      fall to Bitter ears.

She is the color of women,
      of mother and child,
      Forgotten and forsaken ー
      a ransom paid for one eternal
      Night.

“A piece of meat.”
His eyes searched her body
From her head to toe
Starting from her hair
Down to her eyes
Her lips, her nose.
Looking at her neck
He bit his own lip
For he was too far
To feast on her,
To take a bite of her lips.

“Her ******* are perfect”
That’s what he thought.
I have to eat,
To quench my hunger
I need to eat,
I need to have those.
Looking at her belly
He pictured his own self
Touching her body, his body
Like a butcher;
That’s when he lost himself.

But she walked away,
And all he could see
Was meat.
A piece of meat
And nothing more.
His eyes saw everything
But not what she hid
And she had hidden more,
Way more…
More than he could ever chew,
Way more…

I look out the glass
clearing my head
contemplating
he wonders if something is wrong
I'm quiet at dinner
appreciating ambiance
he wonders why I'm distant
I disagree with his futile attempts
to take me on adventure

I need to feel safe

but he wonders how we are so different
I weep - alone - but he hears
he wonders what he has done
his intentions are pure
his feelings hurt
but why can't he see - if I can't handle myself, how will I ever handle him.

Satanists are lobbying harder for women's rights
than christians, catholics, *******... everyone else.
Satanists.
Jesus H tap-dancing Christ...
might be a beautiful day after all.