An Option

The sex is good
The conversation works
Romance an option
but someone will get hurt.

Romance is about dirty sex
Conversation is for the heart
The art, which is what it is
Is the balance, drawing the fine line.

That my Friend, takes time
Ten mohitos, and conga line.
She looks fine, shots without lemon,
Just use lime.

I'm smooth
Somewhat fresh,
Seductive loose charms
But friendly at best

These are the rules,
The tools which you need
To work with the facts...
and your nose need not bleed

Listen listen listen
Don't let me repeat myself...
Sort it out,
Helps one's health.

You Women...

What is it about you women...
You and your code talking...
Stitching men up to create answers that you want to hear,
When you don't hear them,
Your pissed off,
Secretly angry,
As your proposed plan has back fired,
Gone a drift,
Your miffed that he hasn't clocked on,
Just think it may have been easier to just say what you wanted
Than ask indirectly for self reassurance
Comments that you want to hear
In order to confirm his love of affection
When he is by your side on a regular basis.
He calls you everyday to see how you are
He is willing to drop everything when you call
He know's
But he just doesn't say
Why?
He believes that actions speak louder the words...

One not Two

There can only be one,
But not two.
One stands for me and you.
Split or break,
Tis a foolish fate,
Your head
Plus a broken plate
I'll eat quietly
Your fall will be great.
Deception to my affection
Protection, your selection.
Your life in the balance
I care to mention
Soft but there is tension
Respect for redemption
I'm in no rush
But you will be crushed.

But I dont understand

No matter what,
I think I still love her,
To me she is a flower,
but I have heavy hands,
She grows once more,
In garden on foreign land
I want to explain,
But I don't understand
I cannot speak too her
Or hold,
Look into her eyes,
and see the stories unfold
But I must before I'm old
Pain full yes
That's how life goes
I'm always told
He who dares, must be bold
Stand up face the truth break the mold,
history not rewritten, but chapters cold.
Long to see her again,
I'll love her till I die.

She started it

I would have done anything for you,
But you would always ask
Stress that you needed,
And that I never gave you anything.
In my book if you ask,
You get what you want,
But not what you need,
Good things come to those who wait.
Those who wait have nothing in the first place,
So anything given is a good thing!
Why do bad things happen to good people?
Just maybe, there weren't good people.
Envy and jealously.
Cannot be helped.
She started it.

Remember

You once said this to me

"FUCK OFF AND DIE!"

Do you remember?
Do you remember what I told you?
While you sleep, you will always remain.
My joy
Your pain

You know your name

Change

I said that i wanted to be honest,
but to be honest
I found that difficult.
I want love but,
Love means giving up so much
Especially when you I have so little.
Love that is.
Its the way you look at it.
Take trust,
If I don't trust myself,
How can I trust you
And forgive and forget,
Who really forgets?
You forget that they forgave.
Confusion
No
Just clarity.
My search for wisdom and longing for empathy.
Relationship
Or just a friend.
Its the same thing.
Just with sex.
Reliability,
Slim,
But what do you expect.
Realistically,
Change has already occurred,
The problem is you haven't heard.
You haven't changed

Only Twenty Past Four.

Those dirty messages,
And the sound of filthy laughter,
Body all sweaty
Take a bath, then lye down after,

You lye there naked,
Looking, not asking for more,
Door slightly open
Its only twenty pass four.

The bad habit
The rabbit, laid to rest.
Your eyes my hands
Run vigorously across your breast

The leg shakes
The speed increases
A face of despair,
But the pleasure releases

Grip for safety,
But no self control,
The strength of a man,
Made you whole.

Hate

Hate is a strong word
but its spelt with 4 letter's
If it came up against a 5 letter word
would it get hurt?... like punch...
It builds up inside...
That's what hate does,
Strange as ate can be spelt them from it too.
You ate hate... Hate consumes
The H stands for horrid,
Something horrid ate away at my thoughts ,
which turned my stomach,
beyond belief is the feeling
As I cant find a way to you tie it up...
How about a cup of tea?
A word made from three,
Also in hate, That'smuch better,
Tea would be great.

I write

I write because it feels nice
There is no right or wrong
Its a freedom
In which use as an expression
Never directed at persons or groups
It what i use in order to feel loose
I challenge the what if
In realms of my mind
I say what i want, not to be unkind
Double take second thought
Radical if you wish
Not to be bought
I'm not cold,
But its a way to push forward
To break free from the mold
If i told you my fantasy it would they be sold.
I'm young at heart, but getting old
These are questions for which I have no answers
It is me...
But it isn't,
This is my freedom
As this world is a prison.

Almost Famous

Almost famous
But I fell before the line.
I see the friends in before me
And the one’s I left behind

I looked to the sun,
But my shadow can’t hide
The truth be known
But I’d rather lye

The words I use are soft,
They come from the heart,
The simplicity within my smile
But my thoughts remain dark