What do I have to do to make you feel beautiful?
just words seems to simple
full of compliments and love song limericks
so you see what I see that's blissful.
What do I have to do to make you feel beautiful?
maybe show you off and take you out of the town
would be no different then an art display
where people gather in shock and awe that I get to have you around.
What do I have to do to make you feel beautiful?
describing your eyes, your hair or the way your dress
I'd be like your mirror and you may not believe
but when you're on my arm, I look like a mess.
What do I have to do to make you feel beautiful?
this question I must resolve
as I dedicate my life and time
to invest more into you so my love will evolve.
copyright 2007
love's glutton
I'm finding that I have to write these words
as if the ink is pumping from my heart.
No matter the color, I bleed words of love
almost writing itself like a composition from Mozart.
no need for completion since we're not a puzzle
i truly want to feast on your love
it looks like gluttony from a distance
away from the table I can't seem to shove.
every part of you compliments the meal
i can't just eat from one side of the plate.
why share, it's a meal created for me alone
and I'm taking to it like fish to bait.
my fingers are lickin
or should i say I'm licking yours.
these words will never grow a chill
as your love now sweats out my pores.
i love how your love flavors the inside of my mouth
i'm finally noticing how juicy and wet.
this isn't a love to eat with untincils
so now to the table I set.
i'll never miss this meal,
it's the one i can have and not gain a pound.
tryin to feast on it a little each day
knowing there's enough to stay around.
as your smell drifts in and out of my mind
i find no reason not to feast on you.
i can only hope, only dream that mine is as much of a craving
that our flavors blend true.
the same meal may seem boring to others.
somedays it's spicy, somedays it's mild.
it's a meal they've obviously never had
cause if they did, they're own plateful would make them go wild.
like any meal, it accents my moods
the bad ones a killjoy even with the best intentions.
then there's yours that cures my blues
and allows room for my passions.
so as i start to run out ink
it must mean my heart is poured out.
only now i have a menu before me
and I'm waiter and get me some without no doubt.
Copyright 2007
as if the ink is pumping from my heart.
No matter the color, I bleed words of love
almost writing itself like a composition from Mozart.
no need for completion since we're not a puzzle
i truly want to feast on your love
it looks like gluttony from a distance
away from the table I can't seem to shove.
every part of you compliments the meal
i can't just eat from one side of the plate.
why share, it's a meal created for me alone
and I'm taking to it like fish to bait.
my fingers are lickin
or should i say I'm licking yours.
these words will never grow a chill
as your love now sweats out my pores.
i love how your love flavors the inside of my mouth
i'm finally noticing how juicy and wet.
this isn't a love to eat with untincils
so now to the table I set.
i'll never miss this meal,
it's the one i can have and not gain a pound.
tryin to feast on it a little each day
knowing there's enough to stay around.
as your smell drifts in and out of my mind
i find no reason not to feast on you.
i can only hope, only dream that mine is as much of a craving
that our flavors blend true.
the same meal may seem boring to others.
somedays it's spicy, somedays it's mild.
it's a meal they've obviously never had
cause if they did, they're own plateful would make them go wild.
like any meal, it accents my moods
the bad ones a killjoy even with the best intentions.
then there's yours that cures my blues
and allows room for my passions.
so as i start to run out ink
it must mean my heart is poured out.
only now i have a menu before me
and I'm waiter and get me some without no doubt.
Copyright 2007
the devil's sway
i will no longer follow in your diva ways
you dance the dance with two left feet.
hoping with enough flare
no one will be drawn to 'man behind the current'
which is masking your defeat.
that dance has been so exaggerated
that you are unaware that the music has stopped
and everyone around you sees your smoke and mirrors
that started way back when your cherry popped.
as you sit at the terminal that is your life,
each passenger files on and off the plane you treat like a buffet.
and you coat them with a condement of choice.
if only they board quickly they avoid might your dance of cha-chas, tangos and sways.
Copyright 2007
you dance the dance with two left feet.
hoping with enough flare
no one will be drawn to 'man behind the current'
which is masking your defeat.
that dance has been so exaggerated
that you are unaware that the music has stopped
and everyone around you sees your smoke and mirrors
that started way back when your cherry popped.
as you sit at the terminal that is your life,
each passenger files on and off the plane you treat like a buffet.
and you coat them with a condement of choice.
if only they board quickly they avoid might your dance of cha-chas, tangos and sways.
Copyright 2007
fake cake
sometimes I blame you,
you made expections assuming everyone would play.
you may have them fooled,
but I'm not wasting another day.
these expectations of how I'm suppose to conform
is burning my brain
"act like this", "wear that", "you have responsibilities, don't follow that passion",
it's pushin me closer to a level
that's a constant, daily drain.
it's sad watchin you run in this labyrinth.
i think you're suppose to wait 30 minutes before divin in.
you've ran it so long you can't see the misery behind you
but as long as life looks good on the outside
you'll always be blinded by your sin.
Copyright 2007
you made expections assuming everyone would play.
you may have them fooled,
but I'm not wasting another day.
these expectations of how I'm suppose to conform
is burning my brain
"act like this", "wear that", "you have responsibilities, don't follow that passion",
it's pushin me closer to a level
that's a constant, daily drain.
it's sad watchin you run in this labyrinth.
i think you're suppose to wait 30 minutes before divin in.
you've ran it so long you can't see the misery behind you
but as long as life looks good on the outside
you'll always be blinded by your sin.
Copyright 2007
the blanket
i start with my needle sharply pointed like so,
stringing together my life moments full of pleasure and woe.
i take one and tie it to the next yardage
to create a comfort zone light enough to handle my baggage.
with the right colors that represent passions and lovers,
will bring beauty enough to deflect my bruises from others.
the dark ones which I still find soft to the touch
from years of breathing in the bottled fumes was way too much.
the thickness warms me as if i'm in my mother's arms,
to pull it back or leave these holes will only cause more harms.
carefully I check the seams that hold it together
the seams that seem with time and age simply got stronger.
i hope one day i can pass it along,
it's gorgeous from love and my lessons from wrong.
so it goes on protecting all that is surrounds,
this heirloom i leave to wart off life's bloodhounds.
now that it's done with one side smooth and the other one rough.
it finally represents how lifesides deal with our stuff.
the ligher side laughs as it rolls off our back,
while the darker side screams and cries loud enough to make the walls crack.
only i can still remember the location of the bruise,
i somehow took joy that I'm better and my enemies lose.
cause I imagine their lifetime without a blanket this rare,
feels more lonely than any other nightmare.
copyright 2007
stringing together my life moments full of pleasure and woe.
i take one and tie it to the next yardage
to create a comfort zone light enough to handle my baggage.
with the right colors that represent passions and lovers,
will bring beauty enough to deflect my bruises from others.
the dark ones which I still find soft to the touch
from years of breathing in the bottled fumes was way too much.
the thickness warms me as if i'm in my mother's arms,
to pull it back or leave these holes will only cause more harms.
carefully I check the seams that hold it together
the seams that seem with time and age simply got stronger.
i hope one day i can pass it along,
it's gorgeous from love and my lessons from wrong.
so it goes on protecting all that is surrounds,
this heirloom i leave to wart off life's bloodhounds.
now that it's done with one side smooth and the other one rough.
it finally represents how lifesides deal with our stuff.
the ligher side laughs as it rolls off our back,
while the darker side screams and cries loud enough to make the walls crack.
only i can still remember the location of the bruise,
i somehow took joy that I'm better and my enemies lose.
cause I imagine their lifetime without a blanket this rare,
feels more lonely than any other nightmare.
copyright 2007
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