Someday i will give up my body for you
My skin will stretch, but my heart will grow
Because i will be making and creating you
Someday i will show you life
I will carry you
I will hold you and look into your eyes
and see a spark of me thats alive inside
But you will be you
and i will watch and see
That every step you take
will be filled with nothing but love and light along the way

I had the strangest feeling
That if I cut my hair
All of my crazy poem ideas
Would suddenly disappear

Like Samson with Delila
I'd loose that added edge
If I didn't keep this mop top
On top of my knotted head

All the poetry would be zapped from me
And I would lose my purpose
Start rhyming things like moon with June
At that point my pen would be worthless

But I couldn't take it anymore
It was driving me insane
So I got out the heavy duty shears
And did something about this mane

I now see the pile in front of me
Expecting the Philistine's to crash through the door
But the only action that there is
Is me sweeping my curley remains up off the floor

I now face the day in front of me
Showing no lack of courage
Continuing in my quest
Of looking for that elusive word that rhymes with orange

Do you know Solomon of love? Cause I can tell you about the love of Solomon.
Solomon cries, he has issues, issued in a male-magazine. Magazine to refill our knowledge that all MEN are created equal.
This has nothing to do with an athlete called Oscar Prestorius cause Solomon never owned a gun. Gun gives birth to a metaphorical insult known as "Son of a Gun"
Bullet is the name of my girlfriends Dog that triggered her father to shoot in the air.(BANG!) But Bullet's bite is not as loud as his bark (personified). And Bark is the name of tree we engraved the date of our first meeting I had with Delila. And I hope that oneday we'll plant seeds of love and grow our own family tree...

cry with me delila, **** some sadness with me, break down these levvy walls and watch the town sink below, women and children screaming as horses drown tied to wooden posts.

My girl in my goals
The one I loved
Whose love was true
Vibrating and pulsatin
The one a day cannot go
Always in mind
Included in all my prayers
Whose love was true.

I regret my step
I evaded to my best.
She went far
I went far
We were far apart

Then Delila came
Evil and treacherous
She cheated me
In the moves of my peers
I falled for her,
Once though...
She went happy.
Her trap caught me!
She was pregnant .

Now,she is back
Set to settle,
To lead life with me
Ghosh!!!!!!!
I hate it,
She snatched the golden place
I kept save for my girl.

My heart is fire
Questions unending
Bleeding unstobable
I was wrong
Her bait got me
....
I am leading a caged life!