Weakness of lust and loveYou will never understand...While you sit in a hollow libraryreading volumes and volumes, so you can flauntyour knowledge. Figure out what you wantBecause I already knowI am a fool to be begging on this floorThirsting for some...sweet-tasting toxic drinkIve been on my knees before,you know,But to indulge, never to beg.If you knew how weak I was- what would you think?Feminine magnetism...how does purple sound?Do you prefer lights or dark?Parade around;in high-heeled hopescan you hear me?Im shouting your namethese are our 30 minutes of fame.Say its everything youve ever dreamedTell me Im your *star*That everything in the pasthas been to work up to this precious hour.Whisper that when I entered your lifeIt became so much harder.And Ill whisper that when you entered mine,I felt pure and blinding ardour.Say I drive you crazyTo the point that you cant explain.To the point where others cant compareto th
Remember the othersWhy dont you just go aheadtwist your own style of history round and round your fingertipsTruth seems not to matter anymore(You know, our loyal troops fought in the war)Wont argue with you again,I can not claim to know half as much as you seem to declareI cant shant- judge, nor place any blame
(It would be respectful to do the same)I know where youre coming fromwho can deny the harsh times this country has seen in past years?Its easy to see that you would care(But wait, my friend, you were not even there)Gunshot wounds hit hard to youFaded memories of could-have-been family live on stillI know that they took a loved ones life(They, too, had dear ones who didnt survive)So now you preach peace (or seem to do),After all, you would could- not want the same to happen once moreSome people! It does sicken me that
(People like you hold the whole country back)
Political CorrectnessPolitical Correctness- Have we gone too far?Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen!I mean
Men and women
No, Soroptimists! Women and men!Males and females?Please forgive me, my fellow human beings, for it is only my wish that I do not offend any one of you.Ladies and Gentlemen, if I may call you so, I wish to pose the question to each of you here tonight: Has political correctness gone too far?The idea that our language structures how we think is a subject that is of great interest to me. It is all well and good to listen to interviews of politicians, or people in similar roles, to get a grasp on what PC means- for them. But it is my opinion that political correctness affects ordinary people more, as we make up the population of Britain, Ireland and well, the world. I asked many people from all parts of the community- teachers, doctors, labourers, students; to name but a few- the above question and the majority of them answered immediately an unequivocal, yes.A
What I left behindStrange games in the playgroundPencil lendinglearning only the art of befriendingfrom that red brickprison-likeplace.Scraped face
badly reallyCarla, look at all the blood!Great, I feel miles better.Laughed together anywaysyou handed me my sweater. Heres your jacket
MasterpieceYou write songsThey kiss children's earsAnd mock a playful danceI write melodiesSometimes they're bland and drearyBut you always give them a chanceYou make artThe pictures, moments, come alive- with yourtalented manipulationI draw cartoonsCarbon copies from magazinesYet you view them as prized creationsYou write poems,Fresh from the soulSomehow, they give new meaning to words of men.I write...words.And they nearly always fail meBut I start up, and begin againBecause you tell me to.I stop crying over silly thingsLike spilt onion shreadsor incased civil wars between familyBecause you tell me to.And you tell me I look beautiful,When I don'tAnd you tell me I can succeedWhen I feel I won'tYou don't tell me to love you,But I do it anyway...you see,The way you talk about your masterpieces...It's as if your greatest oneis me.... and you are mine.
Whiskey KissesWondrous, wasteful, Whiskey kissesYou feel beats that my heart missesI sense sweetness amongst the fright,In the burning taste that flavours the night.Your warm breath sends emotions to flowAnd for once I do not want to goIm sorry now, if I became too roughI couldnt have you close enough.Who would decline such a joy?I know neither a girl, nor a boyWho did not enviously eye the sceneOf two young lovers coming clean.Who would not sigh as fingertipsHeld gently yet firmly to their hips?Who would not be thankful for all theyre worthAs they receive their piece of heaven on earth.But it seems there is more; there is excessAh, the prophets gift I do not possessIronic it seems, that itll be I who missesThose once thought wasteful, Whiskey kisses.
My idolMy beautiful, solid idol,They tell me is fools gold.But I refuse to believeEverything that Ive been told.So there he stands, big and strong,With an impressive stanceMy statue glistens back at me,As if fighting for a chance.And I speak to him, my deity,I tell him all that I feel,I pray that he will listen to meThat all my hopes are real.I turn to him with worries,That plague my mind so muchI cry within his presence,Longing for a loving touch.The others, I start to tell himTell me I should not praise youAnd I stop, for him to reply,When he doesnt, I add Its untrueThere I falter. Disillusioning myselfcould never put my life on track.No matter how I love my idol,He cannot love me the same way, back.He began the warm blood to pump my heartand yet his caring touch is coldSometimes, I wish Id had bliss in ignoranceThen finding my hero to be but fools gold.
For AlwaysInnocent, I give my final speech,All around, please hear me preachJust one lesson, you all must knowFind whom you love, and don't let go.Hear through tune, my sorrow song,Dipped lightly in the sea of wrongListen as my voice proclaimsThe distant regrets, the lost names.Just one name echoes in my headThe one for which I make my bedHow lust for him once blinded me.To give deeper love, my soul's chastity.As the Duke said- there he stands,A piece so fine, no artist's handsCould recreate that passion. FreedFrom spite, hurt, jealousy and greed.So his fingers cling to my skin, and IIn awe, are unable to say goodbyeA little-not enough, and still...too muchBut there's purity in every touchI tell myself. I am not weak.But his lips slowly brush my cheekAnd I shiver- Allowing truth to show,To him, only him... I cannot say no.Neither would I dream, of saying such,Always thirsting for his touch...I whisper to him, how I do endeavour,To be with him until the end of forever.
ScarlettHow I love to sit and gaze a while,At the fair Scarlett's radiant smileThat comes between her graceful lipsWith every happy thought she sipsAnd I dream...wouldn't it be devineIf princess' lips could touch with mine?Princess Scarlett, beauty of the landHow I wish to take her handAnd give her all I have to giveWhy that would be the life to live!To imagine that it could be realThat she could feel the way I feelAlas, I say, 'tis a fool's paradiseFor fair princess wouldn't dare look twiceAt a poor simple man, who could not offer goldBut a rose in one hand, and his other to holdSuch hopes are foolish, they are not trueBut oh perhaps, if she only knew!Fair princess may even find it devineTo think her lips could touch with mine...