Metaphor

Pocket text from random hero;
you read with nominal apathy.
Regretting the jealous quota; reveal the prodigy universal.
Talent tied ties betwixt twinging smiles;
feed the hungry ego.

Wrap the rotten Salami saving self suicide for unique.
Love,
Respect secretly,
Sound the silly alarm.
Life universal.

Breaking The Mold

The end of the nightmare is just ahead
no one sees it until they're dead
waking and sleeping, life's but a dream
rowing a crooked boat down emaciated streams.
One day we'll find the ocean, call it heaven
and see the grass finally green.

Life beckons the question, "why do we row?"
To accrue wealth? to find bliss? we all reap what we sow.
At the top or bottom, life's an ebb and a flow-
and it's deemed the journey not a destination we can know-
Our mortal shell welcomes us to dream what we know.

So who is the paladin who dreams of "larger things?"
Only god in his ocean pulls the multitude strings-
or fate takes the turn we were destined to swing
Forever by fate or god do we claim to know these things.
trapped by predestination our own natures we bring
to imprison us to our first choices I am therefore I think.

Magna Cum Laude

Voracious vivacious bean sprouts spoil the succulence of sans sobriety.
Suckling the sweet teet of tempered toil.
Studying and swearing success is hard work
while denying that hard work isn't.
Daft is the dolt who deems themselves
dote-worthy
denying the decadence of living the dream.
Crappy collegiate conscious creates cognizant
beneficent
bourgeoisie.

stream of subconsciousness

Like the lonely dog at midnight
who remembers his master's passing
or the insanity brought by hunger
in the people always fasting.

Striving for the retribution for living all these years
and contemptuous of monotony, the greatest of my fears.
I pine for evanescence of my freedom to enjoy my life
and the hours pass that turn to years pining without my wife.

Oh if I could rewind the clock and gain the freedom of today,
I'd spend twelve lives in prison to fix this wounded way
but alas I exist in shallows of my callow, wounded way.

My Response...

You are my angel, your voice is a light-
My darkness is without you, you're always on my mind.
I consider myself lucky to have you around-
I was lost till I had you and now I am found.

I love you and I'll love you throughout all pain and all strife.
I'm a man whose gained higher purpose now that you'll be my wife-
and my life.

Wishing You Here

By Jacqueline Tyree

Stuck in a daze that goes on for weeks,
I think of your face and my heart starts to weep.
The warmth of your embrace, I wish always to keep-
But you are called away and I can't fall asleep.

Wishing you would call I lay here in bed-
With nothing but silence coursing through my head.
Nothing seems right when you are away-
The darkness creeps closer. How I wish you could stay.

As soon as you wake I know my mind will be at ease- 
You'll pick up your phone and we'll shoot the breeze.
Your love I will feel through your sweet voice-
This inescapable distance wasn't our choice.

The distance they say will only make us strong-
I believe what they say but to me it feels so wrong.
I love you. I miss you. I wish you were here.
My baby.
My darling.
My soul mate.
My dear.

Full Moon Feelings

The moon is full, my heart is pounding
The devil in me stirs
The animal instinct like drums is sounding
My loins are aching for her.

My love is far away tonight
I'm almost glad for her sake
For I am a demon full of fire
And ready to impale her on my stake.

Oh darling does your body ache
For me to fuck it raw?
Do all your demons, at the moon, awake?
"Oh daddy, yes!" Do you wish to call?

I smell your stink of sex in me
Like some awakening dream
My sword stands ready for your embrace
My ears perk for your screams.

Have you had me on these nights when the moon is full, and your body's my toy?
The way I want to ream you's a fright,
I am your naughty, vicious devil boy.

An angel when we walk the light
But not so when we're alone
I'll be the thief to plunder you
Deep inside you is my home.

Home is when I am with you
And most days I'd be sweet
But tonight, I'd make you my dirty whore
And fuck you till you sleep.