A broken man is a broken heart,
A womans virtue is a mans greatest pride ,
A complete man has a name and a reputation to uphold,
An angry man is a desperate man,
A normal man is a nerd a geek , A person that is fairly intact within and without ,
A man is no boy , he never loses control , prioritizes on prey,
A mans greatest commitment is cure to promiscuity~ marriage.
A woman to a man is both an asset and a liability,
Every woman is a part of some mans food web....
A woman undeniably is a mans mother and sister,
Any woman to a man is the sequel to Eve ; a liar a cheat and stupid.
They are as good as they come and worse than they think,
Women to men are little boys without motivation.
Since 01 BC to date they remain inferior They have an expiration date - .
A lady at best is a mans fairer imagination.
When he finds the fairer he deposits,
The depositee is usually as good as its grip and as fine as her dip ,
They loathe the men ,the men relive their ages all lifetime
They have perceptions to illusions never reality.
Women are creatures of habit, a perceptive breed short of ideals.
One.
Friday, January 7, 2011
My 'pen '.
This pen was given to me by him when I was knee-high, it is unique and another of its kind. It writes with bloody ink, wrote in my heart my first fling . My pen is just as thoughtful as I am , can chronologically list my thoughts. In my dreams this pen can paint her on a sheet of paper. This pen my parallel.
This pen links bad & good , pasts & presents , today & tomorrow.
This pen binds in marriage , and detaches in death,
Only this pen promulgates a constitution
this pen relays a persons thoughts to an examiner
And by this pen one is graded, this pen is a judge of wits and genius.
This pen has written history, signed on monetary paper ,
This pen is for both the elite and peasants alike
This pen has a life of its own, a system of itself
The pen has more lives than a cats
A pen can be ressucitated to living upon system attack.
This pen is the key to literacy, key to universal oneness , stability and development.
By this pen deals are brokered,
And by my pen I relay my thoughts to you , with your pen you can hope.
One.
This pen links bad & good , pasts & presents , today & tomorrow.
This pen binds in marriage , and detaches in death,
Only this pen promulgates a constitution
this pen relays a persons thoughts to an examiner
And by this pen one is graded, this pen is a judge of wits and genius.
This pen has written history, signed on monetary paper ,
This pen is for both the elite and peasants alike
This pen has a life of its own, a system of itself
The pen has more lives than a cats
A pen can be ressucitated to living upon system attack.
This pen is the key to literacy, key to universal oneness , stability and development.
By this pen deals are brokered,
And by my pen I relay my thoughts to you , with your pen you can hope.
One.
Monday, January 3, 2011
NO!
What is to come is still unsure ,always unsure ;
She traded integrity for security when she could have said no. Now her body hurtfully feels betrayed, an empty shell devoid of expectation. Time and time again she gave away her body when she could have said NO.
Now she wants more out of life , says NO over and over but he she loved more than herself. Illusions of love cloud her NO cry. He doesn't listen , pins her down forces his way through, dips in whenever he prefers.
In her mind an empty pursuit of ugly beauty wishing to hear the truth when she least needs it.
In truth she is an unfortunate case of misplaced priorities ; the results of saying YES when NO is ideal.
NO is a most complete word, a word that is never deep enough for their acceptance but arguably the greatest shield a human can possess. Does she have to say YES until they've had enough?
One.
She traded integrity for security when she could have said no. Now her body hurtfully feels betrayed, an empty shell devoid of expectation. Time and time again she gave away her body when she could have said NO.
Now she wants more out of life , says NO over and over but he she loved more than herself. Illusions of love cloud her NO cry. He doesn't listen , pins her down forces his way through, dips in whenever he prefers.
In her mind an empty pursuit of ugly beauty wishing to hear the truth when she least needs it.
In truth she is an unfortunate case of misplaced priorities ; the results of saying YES when NO is ideal.
NO is a most complete word, a word that is never deep enough for their acceptance but arguably the greatest shield a human can possess. Does she have to say YES until they've had enough?
One.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)