Posts Tagged ‘ help ’

Delilah’s Mama

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She
Listens like spring
And she talks
Like June,

There have been mad amounts
Of Text messages sent
However
They haven’t been Responded to,

Face to face
Has been
Acknowledgements
Only break through,

But even then
It was only
to Be
Used…

So what else
Does one do,
But wait,
Patiently….

Track records
Haven’t been too kind
But who Believes
in a repeating of history?

I seek
Good company
I’ve lost
All my friends,

She needs neither one
So she remains
On the throne,
Dominant…

Part of me
wants
To just show up
Unannounced,

The other part of me
Panics
And fuels the other side
With a burning doubt…

Should it be
Such a battle
To want to help
Someone else, out?…

The King
Must of met a Queen
And my God,
She is something else….

Dont Get It

My mouth….

oh my mouth

my mouth

woe, my mouth…

it gets me into pointless

 squabbles

bruises feelings

and sometimes

brings the demons out…

from others, unintentionally

because my intentions

are of comedy,

 a type of which

others can’t

quite

figure out…

Maybe (no indefinitely)

my mouth

needs training

since you can’t

teach the simple

by simply speaking

out loud…

comb the hair/ego of pets

encourage

and don’t push

the proud…

whisper sweet nothings

never break character

no matter how

dribbly the snout

not so vain

natural

is difficult to be,

there is so many angles

that one can perceive,

on one side this is this

and on the other that can be,

very further & farther from the truth

yet we take what we see,

satisfy our sweet tooth

and let the sugar bleed,

over our throats

out from between the teeth,

wants satisfy what is of the moment

and what we think we need,

food for thought an after thought

what is given is considered as an option or something ment to be,

if something is hungry

does it default it as something deserving to feed?

if my blood can provide

should I be the one to leak,

how much do I give

if they wont stop milking from the teet,

one can use the hand to swat away

or further embrace the teething,

its odd one could be

soul thoughtful and giving,

when others wont do the same

evil meek and lame will not speak,

although fueling others

just the same I am weak,

I need I need I need

but my God wont let IT be…

Good For Your Health

As I make it

to the third point

of the termination

letter,

only anger

towards my enemy

surfaced

and I know better,

why should I

reflect on what I can’t

change

I am no beggar,

but then the need

to push and showcase the truth

mixes my feelings

like a blender,

so this

will be

the end

of a rant,

and now

the only thing

that you will read

is my early morning chant,

which will be

on something positive

because I

don’t believe in “I can’t”,

so with

the graces

of he who shall not be named

clear me of my damned, in fact

since my leaving

opportunity

has done nothing but

fall in my lap,

as soon as I leave

my back up plan

there’s always something to do

like reconnecting with those I lost contact with in the past,

now

instead of

dragging ass

my days are moving fast,

weekend

don’t come so soon

lets enjoy the moment

and really make it last,

I’m taking

big steps

shadows

no longer used for stealth,

lost unwanted

company

like fat around the body

I’m glad to use a belt,

In this

Arizona heat

cold-blooded hearts

easily burn or melt,

so I’ve decided

to be happy

because its

good for my health

sinking down

floating

I was

floating

I am,

then thoughts

like rocks

sink into the waters

from the sand,

worries

of needs

and wants

priorities in high demand,

sink me and we

into the deep

past

the damned,

we fight

we struggle

only pushing us further

from land,

my rough edges

make it harder

to take hold

and grab onto the soft hands,

of those

willing to save

most would rather

blow away like a fan,

 my pros are many

by my cons

start and end with

I am but a man,

.

.

.

sinking down

I

AM

 

Superman Of Love

sometimes

I feel like

I don’t know

my own strength, 

its hard

to be humble

when your able

to skate,

right through

the doors

pasts the guards

at the gate,

more then

doubling your record time

is it my doing?

or is it fait?

ive loved

so very much

how can I

be deserving of the same,

I

only see my flaws

how can others

see my strength?

ive lost count

on how much

I have given

and how much ive dared to dream and take,

im not always

dealing with a full deck

so I eat

everything on the plate,

whether

mine or not

if it’s there

it must mean its the same,

I take

it all in

from the awesome times

to those of tearing pain,

collectively

they bicker back and fourth

at each other

filling up my brain,

with doubt

and with fear

that im going

against the grain,

 leaving cuts

on my throat

on my cheek

from the very close shave,

sometimes

I press too hard

I go to far

am I retarded, am I insane?

apparently

I say hurtful things

when I’m simply

trying to explain,

my thoughts

on a subject

I thought couldn’t be

any more plain,

 using

non linear parables

with outside subject matter

that may not normally pertain,

to whats going on but to me

it makes sense

to others

a migraine,

which makes me

wonder even more

why others

even put up with my campaign,

I have no money

all I have to give is love

so when I’m distant

its like I all the more short change,

so god bless

the women

that put up with

my minds frame,

further explaining

why after shedding the pounds

that I thought

kept said opposite sex away,

has done nothing

but make me seem

even more conceded

with the awesome craziness I believe I have and I crave,

 for my signficant other

be patient

be strong

and grab your leash because I want/need to be tamed,

 kryptonite

is to superman

what love is to man

already meek and lame