Shes got flaws She’s trying to fix them She’s sweet as the milk l like in my coffee She’s fine as the silk worn by ancient queens She has a soul so evergreen Yet she’s filled with pain and heartbreak I’m afraid I’ll fall for her I haven’t healed from my last Yet it’s my past And her texts are like therapy Her concern like remedies Her care like love to fill up the cracks What does she lack ? Only a sincere carefree smile What else ? Her confidence You my sweet muse Don’t need to use your body to keep him You my sweet muse Are enough for me You my sweet Your body is but a vessel You my sweet muse Have the soul that’s more beautiful You my sweet muse Carry something way more attractive You my sweet muse Should not feel pain Oh sweet muse You haven’t lost anything He has, he has lost a lot of everything by letting you go
Like marmalade it tastes sweet To my ears that listen to your bell like voice Your merry laughter fills my life after Tell me do you love me ? Of course you do Your eyes say you do Will you lay with me And spend the day in my arms With my hands caressing you Painting us a beautiful couple That even cupid blesses Oh my sweet lover Should l marry you Pray tell would you grow old with me If so I’ll never let you go
Wife is out Life is in Will you knife it Or will dive in it Say why all this strife Take it all in a stride Thought we were ride or die Now you lie and say goodbye My my my A fool is what l am Aren’t you lame my friend Tried to tame it my friend Bit me and stripped me bare I can still feel it’s glare Grow a pair And toss me in the air It’s not fair I know but she’s not there She gone and you are alone Eloped with her lover I heard he’s the governer Aren’t you just a farmer So sad so sad Aren’t you just as bad Lad lm the man Ted you’re just a dad And you must be dead Now lm mad ! No you’re crazy
Truly men find it hard to show emotions, l know this because l grew up being told a man should not cry. A man should not be sad or depressed. He is always supposed to be strong. That’s a daunting challenge, considering the attacks against men as a collective. The suicide rates keeping getting higher. Men are strong but they are also human. I’m A Man And I Feel.
When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses... We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth. — John F. Kennedy