Posts Tagged ‘ painting ’

Wants Melt

I don’t take
Very well.

It’s either
You love me
Or you
Can go to hell.

Like the creator
Above me

And all
Ones left with
Are the conviction
In them selves…

All I wanted was her heart
She wore
like a belt.

Kill time
Her flesh
She gave to someone else.

The angels
Would Tend to cry
Her demons
Couldn’t stand the smell.

The blood
Of something Greater
Would more times than not
Fiercely Compel.

Creating a cycle
That would reflect
The flaming fires
Of hell.

Only to look back
And wish
For a stronger will
In my self.

A dash of Spanish Spice

Word choice
Plays IT humble
But she for damn sure
Knows that
She is very fine,
of her surroundings
Both off
And online,
Takes a moment
Out of her day
To simmer down
My obsessive chimes,
hoping she
didn’t do
Anything to tease
Since she’s been known to do that many a time,
I wanted to let her know
I wish she did
But I wasn’t that fortunate
Of a guy,
To be graced
With such misleadings
Our meeting
Only consisted of half a cigar and a drink with a lime,
maybe Its because
of my demeanor
Her hell on heels
And the fact that it doesn’t match my size,
Or because
Shes so articulate
And I’m not
that intellectual of a guy,
Either way
I dare not ask
Or even
Wonder why,
I enjoyed her company
Although moments of silence
May have made it seem
Like I was Un witty or some what shy,
I’ve learned to respect
A Queen
And be mindful
Of my replies,
which escapes me
At moments
But that only happens
So I plead
My dear
don’t be pushed away
By these ramblings of mine,
I do IT to give you praise
And boost your ego
So we can maybe
market and capitalize,
On the elegant artist Queen
And the fallen
Poet King who’s now her peasant
Now That duo would have to shine!
Searching for gimmicks
Because thats what
And reels in the line,
I’m just
Spit balling
We need to have
Another meeting of the minds,
I tilt my hat
Here’s looking at you kid
Miss home grown b
Aka Rich Spanish Spice

Forever A Cowboy

Back in my day

I would have went over your head

I have no remorse when dealing with a course

that’s better off dead

I still want to be entertained

so it appears that’s all that this is

with a few drinks in me

I feel light on my toes with a draw that seems pretty quick

so  judge not on what you see now

because I still have cross hairs for those who talk shit

crosshairs that never failed

a cowboy who never quit