It’s been a pleasure
To write with cause
Not just because
The words are there
On tip of tongue
And finger
To be pressed
In patterns
With rhythm and thought
Seen not as blots
Spat out on white surface
But merely a mind
Supplied with reason
Experience
And strong desire
To bleed ink on pages.
The Dance of Sensual Sensation.
Given to US to break daily Frustration…
A rushing of Hot Blood
As the Waters of a Flood…
Through our veins, until She
Intoxicates, Bending rational thought,
In Our Brain… All along feeling shame…
Sometimes causes Erotic Complications
To Our Worldly Self Declaration…
Is This Emotional Feeling Overrated..?
And to Our Lives make more Complicated?
Rocking, Rolling or Midnight Strolling,
Looking for another Dance,
With the Dizzy Thought of Sweet Romance…
Not the Hot Feeling in Your Pants…
Please.., Don’t hesitate for Your chance…
Taste the fruit as You Dance,
All brought to You by, Yes
Aaaaaahhhhhhh, Sweet
Romance….
I know the tear soaked pillow all too well.
My heart hurts for your despair.
I’ve worn shoes much like yours before.
It hasn’t been that long since I’ve been there.
The feelings of helplessness, suffering and sorrow
Do nothing but drag you down.
But I’m here to tell you from experience
You can (and will) turn your life around.
Because without pain, there would be no healing.
Without darkness, we wouldn’t know the light.
Without the endless challenges and setbacks
We would never learn how to put up a fight.
Despite a road full of blocks and bumps
Our obstacles help us to grow.
It’s easy to get hung up on the ‘why me’s?’
But those answers, we’ll probably never know.
You are strong and capable.
Your spirit unbreakable and irreplaceable.
Although your past is not erasable,
May your future be optimistically faceable.
This here’s the ballad of Johnny Ray Sixpack
He’s gonna teach the world the meanin’ of payback
With his Trooper Thrust Street Sweeper
And more guns to make liberal-losers weepers
He’s a warrior for The Honorable Donald J. Trump
An alt-right Pit Bull – when he barks, snowflakes jump!
But, hey, he knows how to loosen his belt
Watchin’ hardcore porn till his face melts
He likes a good beer
When he’s pumpin’ fear
In the hearts of them coastal elite
And immigrants, hell, he’s turnin’ up the heat
He’s guardin’ The Wall, to make sure they go back
Or else they’re gonna learn the meanin’ of payback!