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The Thrust of My Argument I think photos only go so far. I have met (and "been with") people who are absolutely dazzling on the outside but dumb-as-dishwater on the inside.

Her. In one word. In another, WOW!!!!
07/22/2026

Her.
In one word. In another, WOW!!!!

I don't need to fall back on any pillow/ Instead, I refuse to cringe and cower/ Waste my time on weeping? I will, no/ Mo...
02/12/2026

I don't need to fall back on any pillow/ Instead, I refuse to cringe and cower/ Waste my time on weeping? I will, no/ More intent, ready to devour/ The truth and allow it to seep/ Into every pore, even when I sleep/ Do I plummet or soar?/ That's yt to be decided/Conversation, anymor?/ I readily invite it///

Not everything I write is a "Hit." Please don't hate or dislike me, or have a contract put on my....head. Pay It Forward. I am going to leave before I sound too Saccharine, like a Hippie.

Speaking of Hippies, if a Hippie becomes a Hindu, is that a Hairy Krishna? [say the last two words]

09/10/2025

The greatest beauty I have ever seen/
Except, maybe, my Kindergarten “crush”/
It is my duty to say what I mean/
It is th***y and rigid, not so plush/
A woman really proves her worth/
Men, too, can follow suit/
You’re the reason I’m on this Earth/
Please don’t let it be Vain Pursuit//

I have been around those who had issues with Sanity/
One guy, with a knife, would cackle over my bed/
Now, I must worry about grooming and Vanity/
Why? “...[I am] better off dead…..”/
I don’t expect to always make jokes/
Not everything is a laughing matter/
People withdrew, despite prodding and pokes/
That Isolation, I attempted to shatter/
Now, the only worry I have to bestow/
Is that you’re the best. That, I do know/
You’d show me to the door, point and say “Go…..”//

But, at least, as I skulked off from the rejection/
I’d know I was in the presence of Perfection/
Divine in Origin, yes, indeed/
I am no Prince, on a galloping steed/
Nor, am I an Ogre, like Fiona or Shrek/
I have no doubts, I do not question God/
I want a passionate kiss, not just a peck/
And never ever say, “Goodbye, my sweet Prince Forquad……://

08/29/2025

Is it a dwindling creek or a raging river?/
Do I dare to speak or will I, agingly, wither?/
The crazy tides in all of, all of this/
I want to be lucid, not stream-of-consciousness//

Life and love, they are in a constant battle/
Tell what I’m thinking of, do I just tattle?/
Who gets the benefit of all of this/
I’d say I do with a reassuring kiss//

Pulling back chairs and opening doors/
Mixing both similes and cliché metaphors/
Is it a dwindling creek or a raging river/
May sit for a moment, but will stand and deliver///

08/20/2025

I am more than willing to put my foot where there is my mouth/
I’d like to head up North, might be going South/
I am not that bad, just a h***y Lil’ Devil/
With rare exception, I am always on the level//

I cannot even begin to dispel/
You’re my Angel from Heaven/
Without you, it’s Hell/
More than that? You want nothing? I am even less/
Want to be the Prince Charming to my Faerie Queen Princess/
I do not mean to ever dilute/
Traveling back to years, still new to the world/
What I say, I will not refute/
The banners have yet to be unfurled//

There I go again, sounding like an Associate Adjunct Professor/
I am no man of Sin, still, I need to be a Confessor/
Shed my skin or become a Man of the Cloth/
Making no Stigma Stew, it’s more like a broth/
One bound to have flavor and plenty of spice/
Question: if it’s love, is it really a sacrifice?///

08/07/2025

I am strong and I am able/
Vulnerable, like a Puppy or Kitten/
Place my cards, face up on the table/
Vulnerable, no, I am smitten/
You see love is something you play but it's not a game/
Though poets in past have garnered a wee bit of fame/
When, in truth, all they needed to do/
Was say "You are God's proof. Darling, I love you."//

But I digress with all the fanciful talk/
You are, more or less, my Church and my rock/
Upon your feet, I hope to place/
Poetry and gifts, a wonderful smile on your face///

07/21/2025

I've lost track, not of my promises/
but my dreams appear to have slipped/
I speak the truth, I am what honest is/
Nevertheless, I am happily tight-lipped/
People have so many premonitions/
How people are supposed to be/
Puts us in an, um, unique position/
They've more idiocy than profundity/
Assumptions that seem to come out of their a$$/
Put them to Death, by rusty Guillotine/
They're raging bulls in a house of glass/
Their Stupidity, almost Serpentine

Not everything needs to be elegant/
That is for dang sure/
Understatement to say you're excellent/
And you always were/

I've lost track, of everything I swore/
You are my everything; everything and more/
I've lost track, but I will not ever forget/
From the moment, online, that you and I met/
I knew, fast and hard, it is meant to be/
And it's not only you, babe: it's you with me/
You might shudder in fear at the mere thought/
Absolutely brilliant, insatiably hot/

Not everything needs to be all polished/
Such exercises, to me, are insincere/
Understatement: the naysayers will be demolished/
The Universe is not mine, but yours, my dear///

07/21/2025

I'd write my thoughts but I am a guy/ Found the answer, you are really why/ I am high; it is from no buzz or high/ Messenger of the God's, from Ground and Sky///

07/10/2025

It's not as if I could ever/ Push any button, pull any lever/ Thoughts be had, keeping cool can be grueling/ It's not as if I was strong enough/ Times can be good and also tough/ Won't achieve presence of mind, there is no adequate schooling// It's not as I need Jesus in my Heart/ Religious is personal, but, often, used as a weapon/ I would rather stand far apart/ But, oh, uncertainty, crazy things can happen// Love is a many splintered thing/ The craziest picture of sanity/ Love, tears of laughter and pain it can bring/ Wiping my eyes, an act of unbridled vanity///

06/28/2025

It is nothing to be readily dismissed/
Follow a certain sequence or go down a list/
It is nothing, I am not to be regarded/
I am full of life and a bit broken-hearted/
I don't have your eyes to wake up to/
Your delightful laughter, your grin/
Hard time knowing what is really true/
Adventure has yet to begin...//

There is no light at the end of the tunnel/
No selling Bibles emblazoned with my name/
Forgetting what's done. What is done will/
not extinguish or shift off the blame/
Despite all of the impending dark/
You are an everlasting beam/
Not everything is a frolic in the park/
You are the closest thing to a dream/
Every single virtue, I don't want to weigh you down with praise/
Promise to never hurt you, I love you in countless ways///

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