There is something beautiful
That appears every single night
The hour of the pearl begins
When we turn off the light.
It is the silvery disc shining down
A loyal satellite in our skies
Stare at it too much
You’ll have spots before your eyes.
Can we see a face?
Is it the man in the moon?
Like it is depicted
In a children’s television cartoon.
Is it a big slice of cheese?
Just suspended in outer space
With little mice in spacesuits
In their little hiding place.
Or is it a big jewel
Twinkling in a huge golden crown
Fit for only those with enough money
And a super sized ball gown.
Will there be trips to walk amongst the dust?
That has not moved since beginning of time
With your new moon boots and suits
New craters to discover, new hills to climb.
Will we have rockets ready in a launch pad?
Just sitting waiting for mission control
Next door neighbours blasting off like no tomorrow
Exploring the old black hole.
Will there be holiday companies
Will there be hotels by the million
But all with the same old view
A super nova to look at occasionally
From a helmet you can just about see through.
No special menu, no specially cooked meals
Just tablets of dried up pieces of dust
Made from chemicals designed to taste like
Best steak and mushrooms in a cheese pie crust.
No drinks from the bar, no happy hour
Just controlled vapour from a tube
Whizzing down one’s throat.
Complete with an artificial ice cube.
Do you really want of all this?
It could really all come all too soon.
But between you and me, I would rather
Just enjoy the beauty of the old moon.

My lullaby is a dream song so sweat, dreaming of a night with a man laying on nothing but satin sheets. Red rose peddles on the bed leading a path to a hot bubble bath... with scented red candles with a aroma that makes your love buds swell...

Mello music plays in the back with champagne bubbling in the glass... you take me by the hand and say let me lead the way... your body dark chocolate, your hair black with deep waves, your eyes so seductive ******* me in every way... I'm just ready for you to just touch me so my lullaby can begin to play...

Baby oil soft water is what you bathed me in so sweet... dried me off really gentle then swept me right off my feet, carried me to the candle lit room where you laid me upon the satin bed... you rubbed lotion on me and began to kiss softly and whispered do you trust me, if so dnt be scared..

My body motion gave in without hesitating as I allowed you to take me to another world I closed my eyes and thought about nothing but sweet nothings and enjoyed the moans from my perfect but oh so needed lullaby...

Two heads
Two mouths
Two noses
This is what it's comes to.

Four hands
Four feet
Four legs and arms
For this is what will be.

Two hearts
In two separate bodies
But at the same time only one.

Three people brought together
To make a family
Not like any other
One.

And as much as they tell us to be ourselves.
That what?
"Everybody else is taken."

God knows who told them that everybody else was who you wanted to be.

I'm only human tho I do tend to make mistakes... but dnt drag me thru the mud nor drive a dagger thru my heart just today...

Allow me sometime to show you that I can change all wrong that I may have done.. the first is truly admitting it and next the rest shall come...

Being perfect is something that we as ppl have a problem with trying to be, so I'm just being honest I'm just plain ol regular me...

Never have been one to be cocky, never one to be a *****, but I do know I can get a bit rowdy when times get hard and that's really the true story of this bid..

No I can't change back the hand of time, but I can only just ask for one wish... and that's if you'll accept my apologies and understand I'm Only Human

Situations come and situations go but they'll linger if not handled properly...

Situations kills moods situations ends friendships and cause ppl to become real distant.

Situations cause hurt situations cause stress but only you can figure out the answer

Situations happen once situations happens twice.. situations happens all thru our lively hood...

Situations make life hard if you harbor them for long, so let go and begin to deal with the situation...

For I stay prayed up and keep my faith real high and know that my God will handle.....

ALL MY SITUATIONS!!!

My lover asks me:
"What is the difference between me and the sky?"
The difference, my love,
Is that when you laugh,
I forget about the sky.