It isn't much in the technique department, but it has passion.....I like passion
Women
I know women wise, and often impure
women of stature, who are never demure.
women of grace, women of love,
paitence of angels, sent from above.
women like wine, perfected with age, women like cats
locked in a cage. women so sweet, likes grapes off the vine
women with class, like rich, dark red wine.
women demanding, like a general with orders
women providing, like a hotel to boarders,
innocent women, with hearts clear as glass.
despicable women, who kiss their own ass.
nurturing women, like a bear with her cubs,
scandalous women, that I met at the clubs,
political women, with a mind like a vise,
dangerous women, with blood cold as ice
Divine in appearance, beauty and grace
all the sights of the heavens, detailed on her face
every word of the poems written through time,
I see in her palms, on every scarred line
deception it seems, finds a home there at times,
perhaps that is why, I only say this in rhyme,
not to be found, discovered by all
not to accept, the blows that will fall.
they always forgive, they never forget,
they remember the stupid things, you retarded dumb shit
you smacked her hard once, you think your forgiven?
go to the priest, get yourself shriven.
because of the perfection that we have in these souls
we men become abusive, selfish assholes
power hungry, sex driven, egomanical beasts.
who still expect their nightly feasts.
we never ask what did she do? where did she go?
we grunt, ignoring, waiting for the start of the show.
we lie there in bed, never caressing, demanding the sex
always oppressing.
a light shines in some
darkness in most
we stop the role of the bum
we see in her the host
the earth mother, the goddess supreme
we stand for our sins and silently scream
begging forgiveness for the rest of our time
again, perhaps it is why I must put it in rhyme.
they are our future, our present, our past
they are the producers, they supply the damn cast
the movies we make, the lives that we share
turn on your heart, we must fucking care.
protect them I beg, let them not fall
never forget that they are the reason for all
they bear your damn children
they are your damn mother
the caring, sharing, holding lover
in moonlight, sunlight, candlelight dim,
take this to mind, like a alternate hymn
in end I beg that we treat them with care,
one day when we look, they may not be there,
leaving to seek the prince on his horse,
when all you had to do
was stay the damn course
Women
I know women wise, and often impure
women of stature, who are never demure.
women of grace, women of love,
paitence of angels, sent from above.
women like wine, perfected with age, women like cats
locked in a cage. women so sweet, likes grapes off the vine
women with class, like rich, dark red wine.
women demanding, like a general with orders
women providing, like a hotel to boarders,
innocent women, with hearts clear as glass.
despicable women, who kiss their own ass.
nurturing women, like a bear with her cubs,
scandalous women, that I met at the clubs,
political women, with a mind like a vise,
dangerous women, with blood cold as ice
Divine in appearance, beauty and grace
all the sights of the heavens, detailed on her face
every word of the poems written through time,
I see in her palms, on every scarred line
deception it seems, finds a home there at times,
perhaps that is why, I only say this in rhyme,
not to be found, discovered by all
not to accept, the blows that will fall.
they always forgive, they never forget,
they remember the stupid things, you retarded dumb shit
you smacked her hard once, you think your forgiven?
go to the priest, get yourself shriven.
because of the perfection that we have in these souls
we men become abusive, selfish assholes
power hungry, sex driven, egomanical beasts.
who still expect their nightly feasts.
we never ask what did she do? where did she go?
we grunt, ignoring, waiting for the start of the show.
we lie there in bed, never caressing, demanding the sex
always oppressing.
a light shines in some
darkness in most
we stop the role of the bum
we see in her the host
the earth mother, the goddess supreme
we stand for our sins and silently scream
begging forgiveness for the rest of our time
again, perhaps it is why I must put it in rhyme.
they are our future, our present, our past
they are the producers, they supply the damn cast
the movies we make, the lives that we share
turn on your heart, we must fucking care.
protect them I beg, let them not fall
never forget that they are the reason for all
they bear your damn children
they are your damn mother
the caring, sharing, holding lover
in moonlight, sunlight, candlelight dim,
take this to mind, like a alternate hymn
in end I beg that we treat them with care,
one day when we look, they may not be there,
leaving to seek the prince on his horse,
when all you had to do
was stay the damn course
