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  Mar 2015 wave
Just Melz
There's more that meets the eyes
And this will never change
It's too complicated to explain why
The answer will never be the same
Just remember to hold us when we cry
And beware those moments we act insane
Sometimes a firm, warm place to land
Is the only thing to soothe our weary brain
Were difficult at best, impossible at worst
But true love is always on our mind first
Some women want the finer things in life
Some just want children and to be a good wife
Others need to be held and reassured constantly
Some just want to trust and receive honesty
No matter the woman, you'll never understand us all
But keep in mind... There's no greater feeling than the fall
wave Mar 2015
Now...

I'm not about
to confess
to know of this test,
any more
and maybe less
than the usual mess.

Expert
wanna be
burn my eyes
gonna see
can I make
sense of this
dominant stress

It seems a woman
plays soft
thus a man
plays hard
but what she craves in the end
she never gets

Because the
dynamic changes
our role
rearranges
instincts to sustain us
make our minds regress

And she's a mess,
(pause)
that's all, just a mess...

Control freak
she'll bequeath
he can't do
between the sheets
what once
in his mind
was
sacred and bless

She grows hard
he goes soft
happy scarred
awareness lost
he becomes what she hates
a yes-man, yes

With her eye on the prize
while he loses focus
she
in her right
lays the magick to rest

'till
all that's here
left to see
how long it takes
'till she leaves he
and follows her own sunset
in the untamed West

And he's a mess,
(pause)
that's all, just a mess...

The things she'll do
just to spite
what he wants to
and did recite
but not with him,
Oh Hell No,
not with Her chest

Fnds a way
so he knows
no doubt
that she owns
and faults him when he learns
of her ****** best

He can't sleep
becomes a sheep
MOJO lost
on the heat
of that which might have been
had he
had more zest

She might have stayed
had he played
along with her witchy way
and also
respected
her emotional tests?

And that's the mess,
(pause)
that's all, just a mess...
inspired by an invite to join "where music and poetry meet" , thank you prtty brd
wave Mar 2015
"...few things are as capable of restoring the human soul as that of music..."

Dr. Silace Lamb, Stonehearst Asylum
I may not be exact on this quote, close enough though.  Interesting story, based on a piece of work ftom Edgar Allen Poe.
wave Mar 2015
The ***** water shoild have served as a clue, otherwise we could have been making an iced tea commercial, the sky so clear, her boosum so full, and she was happy, genuinely happy to be with me.  We wondered why the hotel worker wasn't cleaning the pool, as he drove off in quite the hurry.  

Then, out of the corner of my eye I caught the orange, black and white contrasting stripes of a bengal tiger.  Just like that there are Six of them, sauntering down from the jungle to take a dip.  We just sat there watching them on the other side of the pool.  They didn't chase the hotel worker as he drove off in his jeep, hopefully to get help.  I figured, "Well, they aren't hungry."  

Each one took a turn getting in and out of the water, and then they approached, one from each side of the pool, two in the water, two stayed back at the other end of the pool.  They were sooooo big and strong looking.  I got into the water, she stayed in her lounge chair, petrified, frozen. The first tiger to reach us stopped by the wall just like a swimmer might, and waited for me to surface.  As soon as I did he looked into me and said, "you both look mighty tasty, too bad she divorced your ***!"  And then I woke up, actually wishing I could go back to that dream just to be 'with' her again.  

As I write this I notice two small punctures at the base of my *******, just like those a succubi might leave behind.  Reminds me of the time we were playing and I said, "If you make me bleed I'm outta here!"  She laughed at me and continued putting parts of my flesh between her teeth.  It's not fleas, it's been ice cold outside and the dog isn't scratching.  I convince myself it was a spider, shake out my bed and crawl back in.  You see, at this point, I know I will fair better with a spider and those tigers than I will my own reality.
Each one of us put ourselves before the other.  Looking back, I wish I had stayed on the surface, to face those tigers together.  And what's a little blood between lovers?  Was I, and am I still, a sap?
wave Feb 2015
"I'm going to that show..." she says, "we're going to be great friends, I bet you'll be part of my inner circle one day..."

So, of course, I go.

She sees me and completely blows me off.

I know I deserve this,
and
So does she
  Jan 2015 wave
ryn
•    
i've
   witness-
   ed the others
   fall over several
sets•leaving you alone
shivering on a spindly twig
•the winds of autumn had whis-
pered their threats...•to sweep you
off your perch into the world so big
•the season had almost gone to make
way for another•answering the sum-
mons of winter's call•had anticipated
the coming of your departure•...i had  
sworn to myself to catch you as you'd  
fall•for a brief moment, i had turned  
away•to tend to commitments that  
came with dawn...•i returned to  
stay and wait another day...•  
but the wind had come  
while i was
g
o
n  
e•
    
.
  Jan 2015 wave
LiviKawa
"Lies do not becomes us"
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