Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisYes, I Have a Penis9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.
my evemy eve12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they say one can witness
another's soul in their eyes,
the honesty in a smile,
love that plagues the heart.
alas, the optomist might be satisfied with such a conclusion
but this antagonist is not.
i believe there must be
another stance to be defended
with jealousy reflected
through misty green spectrums,
lies in hypocritical grins,
hatred boiling through veins that in the end empty into the heart.
utopia is merely a paradox
of hopes and unexaplained reality;
good does not always conquer
because when it reigns...
there is no such perfection.
the worst foe lies within ones self
when eyes can either haunt or enchant,
souls can either live or bleed,
hearts can either beat or break you.
in a kingdom of uncertainty
where adam bruises his pulse with idle fruit,
there is no such thing as a tempter;
without sin, what good is salvation?
someday, you will understand
when the eve within you awakens...
and you and i will share
a common misconception.
If my art could talkIf my artwork could talk.If my art could talk7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If my pictures could talk,
I wonder what would be said.
Maybe a long story of the past?
Or a greeting with a smile?
Perhaps a hug,
would be followed with a thank you for being created?
If my art could talk,
It'd talk of sad tears and dark nights
or of smiles in the sunlight.
Art says more then words can ever try.
Colors clash and textures add to that.
Blends and layers,
shapes and swirls.
What could do a better job to explain things then art?
There's a limited amount of words but,
ideas go on and on.
If my art could talk,
it'd scream in pain of emotions locked within the soul of the creator,
it'd weep in sorrow at many ideas running through mind and through my heart.
My pictures would be caring, speaking words of peace and words of affection.
They would put an arm around you and smile at you.
My art would do... all the things a best friend would do.
My art, my souls refelction on paper, would be a friend.