De Nile

Cutting through layers of rock and sand
The river manipulates the land
Foraging onward in ceaseless motion
The maddening current of constant commotion
Obsessive intention of reaching the ocean
The passion and fervor of roaring devotion
There’s no containing the chaos at hand
The water is subject to no one’s command

Carving the hillside as slick as a knife
That’s how determined, controlled and precise
Raging, the tyrant advances each stride
That’s where the danger lies cut open wide
Sliced with a vengeance fuming from inside
That’s when the flowing creates the divide
Causing confusion, frustration and strife
That’s what denial can do to your life

Rated R for Sexual Implications

Tonight

Warm hands on soft skin
Stirs passion deep within
Inhibitions melt away
Breathing begins to accelerate
Pulses quicken – cheeks flush
Feel the full body rush
Pulling closer, tangled flesh
Rendering restraint useless
Giving in is on the brink
Before there’s even time to think
The head gets light, the pants get wet
This is a night you won’t forget

Hearts and Flowers

Beauty buys me roses, kisses keep me warm
Rhythm flows inside of me, but nothing calms the storm
Sweetness cloaks my innocence, softness soothes my soul
Sugary sincerities superficially console

Flattery is deafening, stares – they pierce life knives
Caresses grate insatiably through intermingled lives
Music lingers mindlessly, the motions made are clear
Melodies roam shamelessly, though none may enter here

Who will wait wistfully, what will win out
Why wonder woefully, withstand your doubt
Love is not the knowing, I know all too well
Life is in the going, I’m going to tell

Frequenters may flock to me with no intent to stay
Beauty buys me roses, but roses fade away

Basic

Alright, Baby, can’t deny everything forever
Getting higher is just killing loathsome memories
not overtly propagating quintessential release
So temper useless vigor without x-ing your zeal

Expectation

When you expect too little, you usually get it.

For a Butterfly

Oh so sweet and oh so shy
Like a butterfly caressing the air with silken wings
That flutters away upon approach
Best to be admired from afar
Than to risk disturbance
Than to cause retreat
What a lonely life it must be
For a butterfly

A Tender Age

A tender age indeed it is when first we’re born to this wondrous world
Upon another our lives hinge, completely dependent on
a mother’s love
A tender age we grow through as our surroundings are explored
Danger’s faced at every turn, it’s a miracle we survive childhood
A tender age entered into, impressionable through the learning curve
Where hearts are broken and spirits bend without a conscious awareness given
A tender age throughout our lives with errors and
detours and milestones
Accomplishments accentuate the life moments we hold most dear
A tender age it is indeed when departing this world we are
We realize that all through our lives how we’re dependent on another’s love