Friday, June 23

oh boy. don't you feel lucky?

I wont spend another minute doing what my girls do
when they go flirting for me.. with me.. to me....
in front of all the boys they want to see....
so dont give it to me, all of the thoughts you have on your mind
maybe you think there is something you should say to me
but dont be telling me nothing unless you're really talking for me.
Say something you might want me to listen to, for me...
dont you remember me?
I wish you would sex up me.
I think you forgot about me
boy dont you forget about me...
I will fix you up so good you wont want any other but me
and if you're lucky you might still have me, to listen to me, to walk with me,
while you talk with me reach out to me..look up and kiss my lips
and fill up all of my pretty lovelies....
ooohhh boy if your so l..u..c..k..y....

Thursday, June 1

Underworld of a Vixen; inside my Virgos' Underworld as a Vixen....

Lend me to you. Unto your body anticipate...
You can assume assured; There I will cleave
To love you in my stumbling innocense.
To forgive and accept eagerly for the times I am to blame.
Don't look back-no, no you don't.
Niether did I? Oh, I am sure it seemed.
But I can't stop the slinking around.
First, it came to me as the deliverence from justification
I was sure I rightly deserved.
For another thing- a Sassy Goddess loves a
game she can call -all the shots- all her own.
And I can't stop all this infatuation.
Can't not touch all the lusciousness,
branches of desire that don't stop spilling and spinning
there they are inside my own deviant imaginings.
And all a girl needs can be met,
Between my fingers and my mind.
So I know your gone for the Good Day.
Maybe I should be so many things...I'm sure of that.
And I am sure that I am not.
I'm just not that kind of girl.
your quick infatuation spell that's kept me tethered to you--
Your manhood you've wrapped me around--
pulled me inside out and on top of you--
Your Virgos' grin you've tempered me unto...
They're all not here, but I am.
I am thinking like a vixen yet agian.
This girl is home all alone.
And I always stay the same.
I know now it's not been any, not you-
It's me... that gratifies the game.

You need to believe

You don't need my comfort
Because you don't belong to me.
You don't fit in my pocket.
So understand please, your not for me.
I cannot carry you -no I couldn't.
And it wasnt for you, up to you to catch up to me.
You are bigger than your sad eyes.
Your more powerful than all your scary dreams.
For all that you have been made to feel;
You don't need to ask "why".
You need to believe---
That who you want to be is who you really are.
Nobody can wait until you feel perfect to meet you.
You are amazing! So why should we all wait?
Your childhood doesnt define who you are.
It's mandatory termoil so you can evolve and inspire
Your insecurities are your own barriers you must nock down on your own
Because only you can build yourself up and love and live in that man.
You have gifts and boundries, don't forget either of these.
They are equally profound and vital to who you are.
Acknowledge and memorize every talent, who you are.
Always remember what you stand for.
Don't forget the pivotal questions of all who might
become apart or be a piece of your success and happiness.

55 miles and i can still hear you breathing

Professor-- 55 miles from the city.
you call at obsolete times in our lives and you don't write
--except to tell me what to do.
And yet I can still hear you having your own
Sometimes you like it, your kind of fun.
But other times you cry so loud I can hear you in my dreams.
And I see you checking on me. Here; in my thoughts
these thoughts I put on loan
To see what is next,
Is it about you? I tell you, this day falls on you.
These things are for you, these words mindful things of mine.
Remember when...and remember these words.

55 miles and sometimes I lay awake at night
and wonder if I am dreaming
I wonder what healthy is and try to imagine
if I can mirror my soul to fit into my body's reflection.
Where has my heart been?
Has she been free as I hoped she could fly?
Or did I abandon her like a tiny bird
pushed from her mothers breast, from the nest?
I know that I am blamed between me and you.
And God knows I cut corneres in the race we were in
just to see if I could finish us alive.
But kind sir, I still feel like a novice --even still
like a fidgety little niaeve goddess.
I hope that your learning new things and that your teaching wise.
With your words and your manners and your ways.
If you ever need a soft place to land I did grasp the concept of compassion.
And I never forget a kind face.
Please don't read me wrong, your the one who sped away.
I just wanted to talk sometime. Just to say hi.