About Me
Monday, November 23, 2009
NOTHING MAJOR
It’s nothing so major,
Besides the fact that she’s stunning,
Her eyes pierce my inner soul,
Leaving my blood’s faucet running,
It’s not really a huge ordeal,
Well maybe not to the world,
But in mine eyes alone,
She’s more than just a incalculable pearl,
I set eyes upon her,
Before the night calls upon morning,
Before the rooster yells with anticipation,
Right before I realize I’m still tired, and yawning,
There is none more fair,
Whose breasts satisfy me more,
Whose words are as honey,
From her jar of love, therefore I pour,
She doth pour her love,
Upon my weary head daily,
Relinquishing my foreign troubles,
Washing my thoughts thoroughly,
She loves me,
As the golden moon adores the blazing sun,
As the elegant tuxedo,
Enjoys it’s cummerbund,
And though it be nothing major,
In the sight of thee,
Within the pupil of mine eyes,
She means everything to me.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Too busy, Too late..
"Too busy, Too Late" is a battle cry to the mother's and father's that THINK that they listen to their children. Yet the reality of it all is that they only hear what they want to hear. It's more than just being around your children. It's time to initiate the conversation. It's time to get involved. IF not, "Too Busy... Too Late!!
She sits in a room,
full of wonder,
So unsure, so unsure,
Not far from a blunder,
And so the tears begin to flow,
Because she's believes that she's next
For everyone else has already tried it,
She's a step away from having sex,
Unaware that her virginity,
Is filled with all things sacred,
And she wants to talk to you,
Before someone comes to take it..
But you never take the time to listen,
You never hearken to her voice,
She needs your opinion,
Before she makes a choice..
He has thought alot about it,
They pick on him at school,
They characterize him as a clown,
They treat him like a fool,
And today he's tired,
Today he's had enough,
Today he's no longer a punk,
Today he's going to be tough,
Unaware that he can choose to be free,
Instead of grabbing that gun,
Today you can talk to him,
Today you can embrace your son,
But you never take the time to listen,
Upon you he cannot call,
You take the time to stay so busy,
He will more than likely fall...
She sits in a room,
full of wonder,
So unsure, so unsure,
Not far from a blunder,
And so the tears begin to flow,
Because she's believes that she's next
For everyone else has already tried it,
She's a step away from having sex,
Unaware that her virginity,
Is filled with all things sacred,
And she wants to talk to you,
Before someone comes to take it..
But you never take the time to listen,
You never hearken to her voice,
She needs your opinion,
Before she makes a choice..
He has thought alot about it,
They pick on him at school,
They characterize him as a clown,
They treat him like a fool,
And today he's tired,
Today he's had enough,
Today he's no longer a punk,
Today he's going to be tough,
Unaware that he can choose to be free,
Instead of grabbing that gun,
Today you can talk to him,
Today you can embrace your son,
But you never take the time to listen,
Upon you he cannot call,
You take the time to stay so busy,
He will more than likely fall...
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