Females.

So am I done? Yes and no.
I love the female company. Cherish it. But is it ever enough?
Never anymore. People expect me to be some fucking Superman.
I'm not. I smile, laugh, compliment.
It's a charade right? No. I mean it too few people.
But when I mean it I mean it.
But nobody accepts.

So here I am. Still alone on top of my throne.
No queen. No ancestors. I invented this.
"Fuck women" I scream. Context works two ways.

Fuck it. Peace out.

Art form.

We lay together. Sweet symphonies arising.
She is my canvas. Poetry etched in her skin.
Words can't describe.
My hand the brush, images left behind.
Soft strokes, broad brushes.

I whisper in her ear. Sing her a ballad.
Play her a song.
Haiku. I left a note.

I need you.
Her words not mine.
I take her a picture. Flash.
I sign her an autograph. Number.
I leave with a kiss.

Age.

I don't believe age is simply numbers. Law permits certain ages.
Me. I'm just sat here. Immobile. She is beautiful. Eyes blue. Old and true.
Old? No. Simply incoherency on my part. Yet here I sit feeling the big issue.
Opinions come and go, feelings stay provided.
Am I too young? Not too me. I've been an adult since I was a pre-teen.
Now. An adult.

I find her attractive. Gorgeous. She stunned me. I'm still sat here. Alone.
She will find age a factor. Can't say I blame her. She has so much to live for.
So little too hold to.
I find grief impossible too deal with. Now it comes with the territory.
She found me a way.
Maybe she will find a way to me.

?

Leave your woman behind,
All those times that you cried,
All those sighs and thise lies,
Creeping in insecurities.
Is she worth the aggravation?
Are you wasting- too much time?
The clock strikes on your relationship,
As the realisation that you're facing,
Too much shit- sets in.
She cheated behind your back,
Stole all the limelight.
She defeated your mind- as a matter of fact,
you've wasted- too much time.
Go out those doors, shut the curtains,
She's the whore, she'll be the one hurting.
Your dark eyes meet mine, you look so divine,
Here baby drink this wine,
Hush slut now snort this line,
Let your brain fly.
Try to play me a fool, I'll teach you a fucking lesson,
You broke my heart, left me stressing,
Young adolescents?
I'll break your neck and leave you second guessing.

Untitled.

I rise like a flower budding.
Soon dead, feeling nothing.
Cold wind blowing on my rotting corpse.
The breeze isn't stopping and my voice is hoarse.
Fuck a butterfly. It's all dead.
The A-Bomb drops from the sky
And lands on my head.
Disaster spread through these fields.
Everything dead in thse fields.
Eyes red up,haven't been to sleep yet.

Love is free in all the ways I am not.
All the pains and strains disappear over the years and just stop.