Random Rhyme Pt.2

Single,
Free to mingle...
Again with the same shit - Pringles...
I've been a bit confound
Running around town
Talking about
Stupid shit
Like, just one chick
But I can't quit,
The brotherhood awaits
I must stay
As my brother has spoken me to be, GREAT!
Any way, let's leave it for another day, back to the babbling
About how I was stabbing
At myself to see if I can bleed while standing
But apparently, I can
Whether I sit or stand
I can not pretend
That I wont bleed
And since it is me
I will say, please
Don't listen to me when I say
That it is not okay
Because when tomorrow comes at the end of today
It's L.O.L. All over
Sort of got the controller
Back with my composure
I think I can compose a symphony
And proud of it be
For I've written this for no one else but me.
So let us be merry
Like Mike and Mary
Or Dick and Harry,
If you're gay,
But again anyway,
That's all folks, ENJOY YOUR DAY!

Her Stay

I touch every part of her body
Like a Maserati,
Racing,
Quick pacing,
'cause I love to be complacent

With her wishes
Now I'm filling her with kisses
All over,
A bit closer
As I bite her lip I go lower.

Can you blame me?
She drives me crazy
And maybe, I may
Just say, baby stay
And sleep over today.

Oh! Awesome conversation,
Not of words, no, but of actions
Sweet reactions that make body and mind
With the soul Intertwine
As we dissolve into each other and while fighting sleep I...

With a kiss I am to wake
Dozing off was a mistake
But inevitable in any way,
Shape or form so it's okay
Because with a snuggle near the ear you say...

“...Baby I enjoyed my stay.”

I Hate Thee, Poetry.

I hate thee, poetry.
I hate the time I can not keep
From passing by when I'm with thee.
Oh do I hate thee, poetry.

I hate thee, poetry.
Your smile alone does me wrong
For when you smile you swallow whole
My heart for I try to hate, but I do love... NO! I hate thee, poetry.

I hate thee, poetry.
I hate the fact that I can not wait
For you to come back and act as my mate
But either way I still do hate, Oh I do hate thee, poetry.

I hate thee, poetry.
I hate thee, oh that is true.
From the bottom of my heart I may love you,
But when you're gone oh, I do hate; Oh yes, I hate thee, poetry.

I hate thee, poetry.
Confusing thoughts do fill my mind
Oh if I could I would freeze time
So that you may stay and I may hate, our eternity oh, poetry.

I hate thee, poetry.
I hate that I miss your scent
I hate that when you're here, I am content.
I hate that I hate but still do love; Oh I do hate thee, poetry.

Sexy Little Vixen

Sexy little vixen,

Foxy when you're with me

You make me feel these things

You make me want to cling.

Sexy little vixen,

You make me want to cling

When you make me feel these things

'Cause you're so Foxy when you're with me.

Sexy little vixen,

You make me feel these things

Oh! Foxy when you're with me

You make me want to cling.

Sexy little vixen,

Oh! Foxy little thing

When you're with me, oh I cling

To your body, getting closer every minute.

Sexy little vixen,

Call me clingy if you like

But when I'm with you my dear dime

I make it clear to all that you are my

Sexy little vixen,

Oh so Foxy when you're with me

I know you get the point but, you make me feel these things

Oh yes you make me want to cling

My dear,

Sexy little vixen.

The Essence of Bliss

To whom it may concern,

This shit is dire, I feel inspired and yet confound by the fact that we as human beings could never be eternally happy. That is why you and I, let us say we, could try but will fail inevitably. We seek to be unique when in truth we are just like the next, I am like you. It is true that simple thoughts of a blissful forever do cross all of our minds, but it is also true that bliss is to not be wanted or wished for; instead bliss should be created with a simple act. That act which most of us could never embrace. This act remains that of letting go of our wants and subjecting ourselves to fate. Instead of wishing to advance in science we should let go and live in caves. This being simply because the more knowledge we cradle the more we crave. In essence, the more we seek bliss the further away from it we go; as bliss is, not the wondering of what could be but, the embracing of what we have.

Truly Yours,

E.C.