When I'm placed on the spot my thoughts are simplistic searching for words in a empty well. Child like and premature, like the gentle whooshing of the wind before a tornado. I'm a natural disaster, and most beautiful women undoubtedly seal my tongue. I go dumb. The more intrigued your appeal makes me feel, the less I reveal. My intellect goes carnal, wild, untamed and every thought becomes verifiably lame, with no foundation in which to stand. You are woman and I am man, but still, its so complicated to just relay it with proper words. I prefer you as you are, delighting my three senses ,anticipating the two, touch and taste, hoping to exclaim, you'll one day take my name. Your the goal for my soul my Zouj.
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Most of my thoughts are about love and peace.
Grounded on the thought that a Creator who is and is greater than them both. The Love The Peace the Calming in every interval of occasion What more could I ever ask for if He unremittingly proved His presence in my life. This Love Which otherwise is hidden from others in my life. So blatant the signs invisible but apparent. From He the Loving I am not in the realm of the living
Like a horde of blues moaning Women don't come to my beckon call And everyday seems like the fall. There's is no paradise sands or palm trees Just sand lots and grass filled with goose grease there's no liquor stores on every corner and the food here is shitty So clearly I am not in the city. No cars for me to drive no rides to ride and no playing in the dark. Plenty of goofies and princesses but I'm not in Disneyland's theme park. Where I am is not a happy place it’s where you land when you catch a case Tattooed teardrops on in face dreaming of strip clubs full of lace. internalized damage is what I got imaging the places where I'm not. So I took the time to write this piece opening my heart to an outer worldly realm. Riding the tide ten toes down storm swaying my ship tossing me from the helm. I dig in to stand up can't no rain hold my down the sea roars but it’s just the laughter of these clowns. Two steps ahead at least hearing the snears behind my back. Sweet on my brow weight in my pack but this time is just a snack. The meal is the accomplishments I'm a winner at heart properly trained and engaged in success I'm the best from the start. The thundering and flashing its nothing but a walk. While I'm moving and grooving you guys are all talk. All the same faculties are offered to me and you. But while I proceed to succeed with grit and grind you find nothing to do.
Does our sins our flaws our failures equally to a total loss.
Can any of our successes be considered a win Is any of this considered what others call homophobic When a man loves a man it's over for them both. Is considering the beauty of two women detrimental to society, but wrong to be offensive to one but not the other letting our views be a burden. Can't peace be peaceful in open view and judgement be determined by its creator. Such questions deserve an answer. Such thoughts we mustn't whisper. Our values and morals continually controlled by the decisions of our forefathers. Is it enough? |
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