Girls like vipers

She moves like a viper
but thinks she is the first
the one and only girl
to ever drink or curse
the first to wear all black
the first to own three cats
but still she prefers dogs
smoke cigarettes
takes bongs
fucks just like a man
at least tells herself she can
like the lady is a tramp
but she’s the first to dance
ever on a table
screaming her new labels
everybody forgets
girls were always like this

At the throat

Let’s fuck baby
get it done quick
let’s fuck love
and take another hit
oh baby don’t act
like you don’t know
please don’t cry
when you open that door
let’s fuck baby
it’s all the same
when you think about it
and feel the shame
let’s make choices
really bad mistakes
be no wiser
when we hit the grave
let’s fuck baby
don’t think about the days
don’t remember nothing
just keep it all in place
let’s make moments
pride in what we don’t
never done nothing
but choking at the throat

It gets vulgar

She makes me thirsty
makes me hunger
for the prowl
like I’m an animal
like the primal is right now
she makes me want it
want something now profound
it’s not a compliment
to awaken the animal inside of me
She makes me thirsty
and I feel so far in need
but it’s a farce I know
it’s all a matter of my eyes
it’s the problem you see
with knowing what a female means
she makes me thirsty
and in truth more than wet
I’m getting vulgar
but the kind can easily forget
we got libido
and it changes everything
she makes me thirsty
but I know better
than to make her scream

Fragile Femininity

Fragile femininity
cost a lot you see
females get abusive
when you call them out
they’ve got issues with
being vulnerable in doubt
they believe they’re
powerless
they pretend to fight
fragile femininity
keeps them up at night
yes, they stay awake
anger on the brain-
what type of oppression
have I felt today
making up the list
checking them more than twice
fragile femininity
comes at a violent price.

The little head

The problem with women
is Jeremy Meeks-
you see a sweetheart
a right sexy beast.
The problem with women
oh women you see
they think with their clits
though they won’t agree
won’t share the secret
the secret is key-
most are just desperate-
both dumb and naive,
see a sexy man
and go numb instantly.
One might see Meeks
and think he’s so handsome
but when you find out
what he has done
you should turn back, yes,
you should just run-
a man who beats children
is truly a thug
but women oh women
they don’t think things through
yes women oh women
they think with their heads-
the one in their pants
not the one on their necks.

Slut: one who uses sex to hurt others and/or themselves.

I fucked the president
got paid to seal my lips
but opened them within seconds
guess that’s what a porn star is
fucked a married man
because he’s got green-
I make money pretend to be queen
but I still got down with anothers man
wore my crown on his head
but he had a newborn and even a wife
is the story a cheating billionaire
or the whore that just might
get a second chance at washed up fame
he may be a cheater
but your a scavenger not a saint
the only victim here
is the woman you betrayed
so next time you think-
I fucked the president
maybe you should remember
what a slut really is.

What I want

When I look into your eyes

I see a dozen lives,

 all of them involving mine.

With white covered lace rippling down my waist,

A heart covered glass and my sins replaced.

Oh, but I don’t need your glory

I don’t need your hand.

All I want is freedom

I don’t need a man.

What I want is a life worth dreaming

   Life worth giving more.

I don’t want your heart so bleeding

   Dirtying my floor.

I don’t need your soul for mine

I don’t need your ring

Just give me arms about my waist

Give the flesh I need.

Comfort in this nights embrace,

A kiss to go to sleep

Lets play pretend let our hearts bend

Blending always free

Cause I don’t need your love

I don’t need forever

Don’t turn my life around

No happily ever after

No kiss to break the spell

I don’t need your wedding bells

Chapel hell.

I don’t need your sweets

No roses at my feet

No forever after scene

I don’t need your kiss

I don’t need your heart

I’m not the answer to prince charming

I’m just killing time.

All I want is your affection

All I want is your body in mine.

(March 18 2012)

Nothing is the better

When perfect isn’t perfect,

and enough is just too late

wondering if settling is up

or if true love’s off this plate.

When passions curse the aged together

and together feels like ease,

nothing simple is ever safe,

it just feels like another disease.

A cancer to the lungs, a smoking cough

to set it off

everything is just so right

but its all simmering with no hot.

And when you look at all you wanted

you see his face

you wonder if this wonder-lust

is just a wonder-safe.

Something lacking melody but imbued with

simple chants

that rhyme you with their marigolds

and stick you with their flats.

There never seems to be a charge to push you to your end

a crisis never reached only seldom-ly  in bed.

When touch can kiss the skin send ice right through its core

a trap is set through windows pouring out

Romances door.

And every rhyme you’ve ever felt is cold to hearts own game

because romance has flattened out

it needs another refrain.

For when it reaches climax you seem to come redone

and find yourself so simple,

so easy

so much in love.

But love would rather swelter where you sit in this pot

it’d rather reach you to a boil

while you bubble in your spot.

And while you sit their soaking up

all marry rhymes and shelters

passion dies, romance it flies and nothing is the better

(March 12 2012)

Ode to bisexuals

Ode to bisexuals
who are never harmed
by stereotypes
or jokes taken too far.
To the ones
who don’t notice the hate
in your stare
for not noticing
the disdain in the air.
Ode to bisexuals
the picky and proud
to the ones who play stereotypes
and the ones who aren’t bound.
Ode to bisexuals
who don’t get harassed
though what you’ve been through
should be defined as that.
Ode to bisexuals
the erased and abused
to all of those who
have been beaten and used.
To the ones the community
just up and forgot
unless they remember to fling
hate at our lot.
To the ones who have loved, lived
and have thrived.
To the ones who
didn’t make it out alive.
Ode to bisexuals
who believe in themselves
no matter what the rest say
you know you’re valid as well
never forget that your stories matter.
Ode to bisexuals
and always remember:
you aren’t gay enough-
you don’t even have to try,
no passing privilege-
you are just bi, bi, bi.