We know the players.
Or the so called womanizers.
With the various females lovers.
So you have to respect the couples with fifty years of love.

Just take a look at those that respect them.
Many want a marriage similar to them.
Except they afraid of the price you have to pay.

Through trials and tribulations.
You must struugle on.
A unlove affair doesn't last long.
While fity years of love folks.
Can advise you of ways to get along.

Players, womanizers we can easily critique.
But many women loves playing these foolish games.
Then have too many broken hearts from the affair.

Just to have a little taste of love.
That doesn't mean a thing.

Except notice the couples that celebrate fifty years.
It's because they realize the strength of love bulit between them.

we used to be able to look around and fit in,
we did it to survive, yeah it kept us alive,
not wanting to be absorbed,
we did not or lose our identity,
we did not adopt the patterns,
of the religious or prestigious,
adaptation to a certain degree,
if we could not win it,
if we did not conquer it,
if we traveled, as was our nature,
we were reserved unless in the
heat of battle or DUI,
desiring* under* the influence,
we were womanizers and drunks,
unless we were sailing or battling,
eyes on the horizon and swords rattling,
but don't lose sleep,
we aren't cheap, no one
can afford an army like
ours nowadays, and
truly we were more than
an unruly mob, with helmets
axes, swords and a thirst for pointed
play, sharp wit and a bit of
****** and mayhem while
we slay the hours, so...
hand over your treasure,
or your life we rob and
drop it off before we get to
Valhalla, you are not invited.


©ClemC072013

Feeling extremely unloved and worthless
A teenager's life can be difficult, and clueless
Young and restless,
Tall, slender and harebrained
We struggled with untimely feelings
Our heart becomes our mind. And
our mind become weak by older men flattering words

It has been over thirty odd years, and yesterday
for the first time  I saw an image of the thief
I felt betrayed and disgusted by the looks of Mr. Thievery

My non forgiving heart kept saying forgive the old weasel
My evil twin whispered: spat on the memories of the womanizers
He died with the memories.  But not the lasting,
loving dreams of feeling and emotions

The earthly, scent of the marijuana breathes
Still lingered in my brain: Was I insane?
Haughty eyes, a lying tongue, and rough hands
Against my delicate smooth skin.  I spat on that
Our ****** relationship seem more like a crime to remember
Than any I have ever been in: I too spat on that
The years seems so long:

His ****** expression synchronizes with his life
Time clicked away last Thursday for Allie Moore.
R.I.P: brethren!

He did not know what it meant to love or feel love: Quote Michael

There are so many things in this world
I mean that in the literal sense
there are bananas, apples and figs
heroine, needles and cigs
the thing...
the thing I am struggling with
is
what matters

What should I care about?
really tell me
is there some sort of roadmap
to lead me to my goal

help me
really
there's *** and there's piety
there's the bottle and there's deities
there's a mountain built above me
full of expectations,
plans and potential
and I have no means with which to climb it

I don't get it
how do other people pick
how do terrorists actually commit to terrorism?
I'm serious
obviously their actions are appalling
but how are they so sure
how do womanizers become womanizers
im serious
is there some threshold I've yet to cross
some achievement I've yet to receive

I feel like everyone around me knows who they are
When I can't figure out what I like

Nobody goes out asking for it.

When I walk out,
I am a statement
not be ignored
but not be taken
advantage of.

When I walk out,
-I'm telling you right now-
what you should see?
is one hell of a woman
what you shouldn't?
is a candy bar
that exists only for your desires.

Nobody goes out asking for it.

I never asked you to follow me.
I didn't want to talk.
I never did anything
to fall victim to ****** assault.

I want ya'll to hear me,
Imma say it real short.
None of you deserve
to fall victim of ****** assault.

So this is a message to all you men
womanizers
liars
'you told us we would be safe'ers
haters
scarers
self-esteem lowerers

NOBODY GOES OUT ASKING FOR IT

and if you are a guy?
believe me when I say
that when you followed me
and made that comment
          i didn't like it

and believe
when I tell you one thing

I DIDN'T ASK FOR IT.

If I were charged with a crime
It would be because
Lured into another
Toxic relationship
And I killed the
Pervert with poisoning
Or an ice axe to the crown chakra.  
For men lie
For men cheat
For men are perverts
And womanizers.

I want to write poems about the poems
That I have already written to release my stress
I remember my first one about the internet night stalker
Whom in his words wrote that I was like dessert rose?
Low maintenance succulent that makes a man like him
Lose sleep over me, in return they became holy
ending all of the sentences with an Amen!
My poems had to make someone think
About love, lust and disgust, to mankind
Especially by the ****** arousal of men
*** is bad for women, those who are
Disgusted by the touch of a man:
Those who were used by A WOMANIZERS
Sometimes these women feel disgusted by ***
Once bitten twice shy
Politics and politicians are about power and glory
Their intention is never about making others happy.
Another ****** moment of being undone!
Nothing but A medium rare steak—
similarity to fake ******:
UNDONE!
One of my best would be to free *****
But allowed my poem to run freely thought-out
The internet, so that my words could reach foreign land
And it works, thousands of viewers read my thoughts,
Some even made comments,
love yourself, then my poems, appreciated them for what they are,
because what this world needs now, is love, sweet love,
not hate, free ***** but let my poem travel.

Kept telling them,
he will make a nuisance out of you.

But these women won't listen,
he will present you a sham stability, a sham relationship.

But these women won't open their eyes.
It breaks my heart that the very woman who gets trafficked;
Does not realize that she is getting used and exploited.

I need not be their saviour, not save them from predators.
Moral police I have been called.
Aghast, I don't know how to rescue them from notorious womanizers.

I have been told time and again by women - they don't need my saving. I hope they never do.

The horrors I have seen, I don't trust an idea, a thing, a being called - man or mankind.