Trembling Coins In My Pocket

Trembling coins in my pocketA disconnect in time; rapidly repulseOur words twisted soon after spokenInferiority complex became our natural impulse But we knew life could be far greaterIf we could only escape our own fatesGet out of our own disturbed minds& embrace the love that patiently awaits

Picturesque; Popular Version Of Perfection

Picturesque; popular version of perfectionFlawlessly designed for an afternoon trystBut there’s something broken in her smileIt appears her panties are in a twist Few could have complaints on her formWith that yoga toned & sculpted derrièreFeeding on kale & interweb attentionBut her soul smelled more like dairy air

Don’t Look Her In The Eye

  Don’t look her in the eyeFor it might tip your moveJust a simple guyWith nothing to proveShe wants nothing from you& your humble waysSociety envies herStack that against the straysDon’t show her any interest& she’ll question her worthTwisting this back on youLike you’re the last man on earthKeep to yourselfDon’t be any more thanContinue reading “Don’t Look Her In The Eye”