we become each other

and all i want is to be personified and loved in a poem
i wana be dreamt about and salvaited over,
well shit if i had a bucket for all the slobber thats been spilled because of my long hair and thin oddities i'd have a pool
its all about the quality of the water, i don't want to swim in a pool of regret
nay i'd rather lay in a puddle of youthful beauty.
pretty girls often smile my way
but beautiful women walk on past
maybe i'm not there yet
maybe you need to come get me
complementing my cool.. with yours
and we can dance youthful folly
she made me dance..once
that fucking beautiful hippie child that told me strange things about the world, silent old eyes gleaming sparkles of adventure, stories insuing wow's and awe's .
waves of realization .. i've surfed the beautiful hippie child wave,
pretty girls hating me for loving my beautiful hippie child ways slipping into the bed of well woven stories, wrapping you shawl like comforte, and most of them love the lions den the sharp claws within the soft paws, posters gateways to idelologies, nik-naks safty lines to my childhood, the rope held tenderly by my inner child, i would hate for him to lose his way,

and all this cushions your worries about my upbringing, i'm a good boy and sometimes you need a good boy

you don't give head to bad boys, you only fuck them
and my tounge can lick away your last minute resistance

because it's all here for you
and your comfort is key, thats what all the pillows are for

and you pretty girls fall so easily in a well made bed

when i have sucked the last interesting story, last shred of intrege, the final view you have of life i will blend you into an experience, freeze you in a moment in time, and tuck you away as another book in my library

just like you filed away my photo


shooting me down with you canon, Holga you see me in the dreamy colores, you have frozen me in a multi colored time machine taking me out less and less to remeber old memories, old philosphies, old stories i told.

i tripped and tried so hard not to fall, catching myself just before going over the edge

it still hurt though

and i have dug the same holes for sorry girls looking at them from up high , regretful pucker.. the last thing you see
its dark
i know, i've been there
you'll dig yourself out, and chalk it up to experience,
but how many times do we have to fall before flying

i wish i fell more
thats when you know your alive

hearts only break if their still beating
and god i love that cringful reminder

old alpha lions are full of scars and have the biggest pride

this smooth mane needs to get ruffled
young lions need to make mistakes

roaring for beautiful women
show me the world
show me love
show me how to fuck

make my primary concern your well being

i would love to be a slave to sparkeling eyes
and rainbow smiles,


heart on my sleeve a reminder that i still have one, long hair a reminder that i'm beautiful
interesting stories a reminder that i'm worthy of you, whoever , ... wherever you are.
please, break my heart

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