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I never care to venture away from home
thoughts of doom frequently roam
Despondent because life's so f*cking unfair
my reality is emptiness and despair

On occasions I must get out
interacting I'm fearful about
I wish I could just be invisible
whats out there defines why I'm miserable

Pain inside blanketed by joke
optimism forever broke
What I want don't mean shit
decisions always split

Don't know what or how to feel
what can I do to help me heal
I'm afraid about losing touch
Save me from my demons clutch

What I see are politicians redefining fallacious and self-serving
power and prestige taking precedent over honest governing
I see what's deemed "entertainment" demoralizing mankind
instead of accepting actual reality most prefer being blind

I see that crap called Rap permanently scaring our youth
political correctness is all about abolishing what is truth
The relevancy of "We The People" never truly was
when you start believing it can't get worse it does

The indigent struggle to survive while the wealthy excel
right here on Planet Earth is where you will find hell
What I see is "America" steadily losing it's identity
this lands uncivilized a clear reflection of obscenity

I'm certain that for "What I See" there is no mend
things worsening unfortunately won't ever end

You've had some bad breaks
precious..
You put your best foot forward
and no one can deny that gleam
your eye
A relationship that a restless
sea tossed upon the rocks left
you sprawling in the sand like
new born crab
And the morning sun burned your
heart in hells grief and you..
only you were left to wander
endlessly amongst the black
jagged clift's of your worse
nightmare for you darling..
Are Lonely!
Ah! But darling, there are levels
of spirit and being that you know
not of..
But of course you care not for these
words, at least not yet
What are needful things?
What is needful to you at this
time?
You need
You want
You lust
You desire with all the raging
passion of being to..be loved!
You hate the circumstances
But..You cannot be angry with
yourself
Why?
Because the real wound has not
been opened
The bloody screwed up mess you
see when you look in your bedroom
mirror has an image and a tear and
a message for you
If that image could speak perhaps
would voice words strange to your
ears
It might say..' You must be your
own person..'
Never never seek deep companionship
with anyone YOU don' want to be
with because if you do do it means
you are not truly rooted in your
own soul and might grab at anything
or anybody just to relieve your
immediate pain
Make the other person of your desire
live up to your standards for once
Stop crawling like some miserable
bug in the dirt hoping that if you
appear slave enough and devoted
enough you will at last be loved
HOG WASH!
With that attitude you will have
secured the slavery intended for
you
Light a fire around your heart and
dare all to enter at their own
risk
Lonely, loner, and alone are words
to be tossed in a popcorn bag
In all due respect darling you need
to kick a lil a** out of respect for
yourself..
And when you do..
You're my kind of woman..

The artist ready with his palette,
Shall catch a moment In your life.
You shall be there upon the canvas,
Immortalized forever.
In your glory you shall stand,
On canvas proudly displayed,
An auburn haired beauty,
So the title It will say.
Such Immortality I cannot give you,
I have but my simple words,
To you my Love I do devote them,
Though they may never Immortalize.
You stand before me natures' daughter.
Your flesh Is divine perfection,
Your body being Love's own temple,
There you stand my earthly Angel.
Living auburn hair dances down,
Around your shoulders such gossamer touch.
My beloved turn now.
Let my words see that which saw no paint,
The soft brown eyes two priceless jewels,
To look within Is to be lost In Loves' Domain.
A wondrous smile that lights up your face,
You become the living sun of my life.
Breasts point forth calling for Loves' own hand,
Your temple shines ready for loves' embrace.
Nature's shadow awaits the time to come.
Blush not my beloved,
These words tell not the glory that Is you,
The true glory lies within,
Where your true divinity lies,
Where the woman that you are does dwell,
The true woman.
The artist does win with his canvas,
Your beauty he captures forever.
I am but a child of words,
These words die at the end of my pen,
I think I can paint you with words,
No, I know this can never be.
No one can paint a true Angel,
The artist gets closer to the truth,
We can always look upon your canvas,
An auburn haired beauty.
In truth You alone know the answer,
“Can I paint you with words?”

Tranquility comes from star gazing amid sounds of the ocean
inescapable awe is certain to stir up a soulful emotion
Unforgettable defines spending an evening together ocean side
romance a moonlit evening sky is meant to provide

Choppy waves seemingly piggyback one another on way to shore
watching the Whitecaps glow under dark night never a bore
Crashing rhythm of the Sea crashing beach symbolic of relaxing song
more than one claimed it's healing when things are going wrong

The glisten atop the still Gulf waters never loses it's visual appeal
on clear nights Natures illuminated sky can make heaven seem real
Cool white sand cradles your back as you stare up at vast starry sky
all of a sudden out of nowhere a lone shooting star streaks by

When a breeze is present your nose gets a taste of ocean smell
you may even picture this being a place you'd love to dwell
The silence that envelopes the dark deep Ocean can be haunting
knowing deadly prey lurk beneath the dark waters a bit daunting

'The Ocean at Night' seems to surface thoughts of the spiritual kind
a faint whisper from Nature saying one day I'll free your mind
Beaches adjacent to every oceans edge are the Universes creation
keeping them all free from ruin a must... not just expectation

TV, Music, and destructive video games are poisoning the human mind
evil tools conducive to the escalating demoralization of mankind
Media chose to be even more sinister by overly dispensing fabrication
boosting ratings and personal desire for fame the obvious motivation

That Rap crap epitomizes degradation that negatively scares our youth
believing it's positive entertainment screams you're blind to truth
It's Ludacris how millions are made by nonsense not worth Fifty Cent
this junk induces thug like manner proving it's impact is pertinent

Who can deny that every generation seems to have less and less sense
this illiterate noise doesn't depict music but it's vile impact is immense
Like other so-called "artist" I too can be reckless when voicing what I feel
these days people are mostly FAKE but my belief is always keeping it real

Why is this life so very unkind
it's meaning impossible to find
Why do we choose to help evil thrive
care less and less if good stays alive

Why are humans inexplicably cruel
deception their most preferred tool
Why can't people be real instead of pretend
how does THE ridiculous become a trend

Why are the less fortunate cast out
human decency got lost no doubt
Why can't a broken heart easily mend
why must every beginning have an END

I can't stop being in love with you
have we actually reached through
Our vow I believed could never die
you forever I committed to stand by

In love you no longer show
but passion hasn't died I know
We should continue to try
don't make us say goodbye

I can't Imagine my life without you
their must be remedies we can pursue
What wilted we can again make grow
Please 'Let's not let us go'

Give us more time to make things right!
our only choice isn't giving up the fight
The love we shared defined true blue
we can turn us back into brand new

The regret of losing one another could come to be
we need be certain before letting each other go free
I'm more than willing to do whatever it takes
'let's not let us go' for goodness sake's

Only with you am I able to feel bliss
let's start over with another first kiss

"LIFE IS A GIFT" according to some alleged deity
what god gives a 'gift' wrapped in atrocity
At some point everyone must question that concept
how could you not considering life's mostly inept

If life's some great gift what happened to mine
maybe it wasn't meant for me to be in that line
My heart constantly bleeds due to human sorrow
for too many life's supposed gift rings hollow

People suffer needlessly on this god-forsaken Earth
ask them what their 'Gift of Life' has been worth
How about "Gifts" born physically and/or mentally unfit
their life wouldn't qualify as a 'Gift' you must admit

I didn't willfully choose to become some pessimist
this pathetic excuse of a world tops reasons list
I'm cognizant this life was a so-called blessing from above
a REAL LOVING GODS 'gift' would've been all about love

Obviously 'Gift' has different meanings because life's no present
ONE absolute about our existence is it's unequivocally unpleasant

I am a true Old-Fashioned Gentleman
which means I'm just a Simple Man
Without question a dying breed
selfless and manners my creed

Being the good guy can be cumbersome too
"Nice Guys Finish Last" doesn't have to be true
I'm chivalrous to a fault I can honestly say
couldn't imagine being any other way

Bliss for me is being reason behind others joy
my personality is synonymous with 'coy'
Yes I am owner of a heart as big as any
the times it's been broken surpassed many

When it comes to woman I have an insatiable appetite
assuring their satisfaction first always felt right
Tooting my own horn I have never been about
staying A Simple Man in these days deserves a shout

I relish the fact that in good ways I differ from the rest
early on I realized being the opposite of others was best
by doing much more listening than talking I gained prudence
I also ascertained many love to speak but few make sense