It is not a sin, no matter what they say For love triumph over all — beyond how we explain For truth is greater than words Thus loyalty & devotion shall forever remain
I’m not worried what the preacher says For he doesn’t understand our match Too ancient to grasp our harmonization He has his own itch he can’t scratch
All that matters is how we feel inside True love is not a notion they can reject Our bodies & souls eternally intertwined Upon a higher calling our passion connects
Perfection laid out on satin sheets
Beauty dripping away piece by piece
Every dream slipped right through
Life & loss masked by laughing creases
He said you were everything he desired
Burning deep in his soul, but you refused
Moving too fast to stop & notice him
Yet you cry foul, saying you were abused
The sun rises no matter who is pained
Recall broken hearts when you’re the cause
Plump out your pretty pink lips
In the quiet of night, please retract your claws
Calm thyself, you know your own heart
Time to realize you’re the fatal flaw
I’m not worried what you think is silly or weird I’m not concerned with judgements nor opinionated chatter The world exists outside any of my control I refuse to change & become another useless natter
Let me continue on & be steadfast in being me The strength of a persevering personality Shining on with a decorous grin Jaunting forth; shunning your beliefs in reality
My fetish is powerful women Standing proud in front of a crowd Holding court with authenticity Firmly entrenched without having to get loud
Mesmerized by the way she carries herself Controlling me with a compassionate glance She’s my incandescent muse My reason for believing in happenstance
She’s regal without being out of touch Properly expressing how it feels to be real But I know she’s never going to give in No matter our depravities, she will never kneel
Containing the ability to remain soft & lovely While always making me hard She can be inconvenient to worship Not a plot point, won’t let you simply discard
Who am I to say no? When she asks me to open up for the Queen I’m the victim of my own volition But I love it all, if you know what I mean
Headed downtown for the literary type Searching for the scribes of our weary day To heal my heart with words that matter I’ve tried, but I don’t see any other way
Falling stars may not mean much to you But I’m here without any expectation or hope Where do we find our reasons for love Even we can kill our dreams, given enough rope
You stand there aghast
I smile with arched eyebrows
What’s the matter, Lady
But all you can say is “wow”
Letting the thought marinate
You begin your quiet pleas
My smile just widens
I can tell you’re weak in the knees
No matter how bad the day is I’m always going to be here for you The world will seek to destroy & They’re going to want to kill me too As long as we stand together We’ll repel horrors too evil to describe Our love linked arm in arm Drowning out their heinous diatribe
She controlled his soul Wigglin’ when he spooned her From the very first introduction He knew he’d never be immune to her She took these matters of seduction Seriously – made him sound like a crooner But she still had those butterflies Whenever he came home for a nooner
Pirate Prep Slow reveal behind the mask But there’s no dick pics No matter how politely you ask I’m gonna keep something for me Reality to keep up with illusion You’re drooling over my secrets Obviously tainted by your delusion
Don’t tell them the bad things For they’ll never understand Unfair portraits of emotion Feeling adrift & wholly damned Hopelessness internalized It is a matter for us to resolve Into the trenches to survive With only love to absolve
Resisting the urge to flatter
Never taking such a leap
Beauty the heart of the matter
Ignored in your idle chatter
Left feeling like a forgotten heap
Resisting the urge to flatter
The thoughts come, but soon scatter
Keeping me from peaceful sleep
Beauty the heart of the matter
Love served on a silver platter
A tarnished memory much too cheap
Resisting the urge to flatter
My soul simmered to splatter
But our dreams aren’t that deep
Beauty the heart of the matter
Your image makes me all a-patter
Never wanting to come off as a creep
Resisting the urge to flatter
Beauty the heart of the matter
“He didn’t mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn’t matter.”
― Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit
I won’t impress you
Doesn’t matter who you are
I drink cheap wine
But enjoy Cuban cigars
I won’t play that game
There’s no benefit to me
This heart is not for sale
Honest, humble & eternally free