I like you because you are
Outside the box
You can't like me because
I don't tick your boxes

If I saw you across the street
I might make a point of
Crossing it
Crossing my bare fingers

If I had a choice of where
To get my cup of coffee
I would choose the best place,
In line next to you

I wonder if my presence
Might be a nuisance?
Would our differences be so
Obvious?

Would your mind be so set
That a few empty boxes
Might prevent our pairing in
Sharing deep confidence?

Is it true that
Being my gender prevents
A friendship, lasting
Pigeon-holed as conflict of interest?

If there is the slightest pang of
Interest in what this volume holds
I will order two cups
And hold a chair for you

I'm going to a show but
It's not G.B.H or the Ramones
It's like yesterday or the day before
Makeshift hair and eyes wide open
Preparing for the show

Albuquerque there was Mustaine
In his strawberry glory
Almost too little tool late
Now, a second chance for
Going on stage for stage's sake

It is a classic car show
What was classic then
Is classic now
What notes written then are
Played now

The young will not recognize
The year of their birth
What metal mania rolled on LA roads
Cranked in car radios
When Tonka Trucks were still made of
Steel

Going to the classic car show
See some lovers of the past
The past that belongs to me
Painted sculptures in their
Tangerine, candy apple,cherry glory

Catfish is a good show and the movie is even better. He really puts it out there in plain view. He gets really hurt.

She misinterpreted the story like
She always does
Reading something into it that
Nobody else does
Humiliated in front of class once
She learned to keep quiet
Keep thoughts to herself

She kept his picture
In a locket in the shape of a heart
Pinned to her bra in the place of a
Bow
Satin knot changed for his
Forget Me Not
The pulse of it tapped lightly on
Her sternum when she walked
Two hearts kissing under her
Blouse

One day
After strenuous conversation
The sky grew dark and
The clouds' formations mimicked
Demons
With long arms and quick fingers
Unbuttoning pearl buttons and
Dissolving silver links holding tight
True Love,
True Love proven not strong
Enough
To bear the weight of her heavy
Heart

Ouch!

I'm there. Thanks Tommy

I seriously thought this was about people who should have warning labels.

What is in the cup is not a toddy but something stronger. I always pick the deepest darkest richest of coffees.

They say
He has a clean record and
Has never offended before

I say
Dead is dead
No need for practice
Perfecting a crime

I say
If killing recreationally
What is to stop one from
Killing criminally?

If the target is thought of
As nothing more than
A wild animal
Does the dead have a second chance at living?

If a man with a gun
Has clean hands and no history
Does this make the dead's life
More worthless and less senseless?

We have the right to bear arms
And so
The victim has the right to take them,
If only posthumously

When I allow myself,
I think of you
The very thought, an exercise
To exercise the spirits
The evil spirits that have
Dampened my spirits
The same spirits that have
Turned the rain forest to
Desert, an oasis,
Your reward to me

If I allow myself
To look at you
The very sight of you
Reminds me of what sunny skin
Feels like under my fingertips
Your finger tips on me
What heat escapes you
Goes into me
What holds me tight
What holds you tight
Is not bondage, but freeing

If I allow myself
To dream of you
I am so close I can
Smell your sweet scent
Feel the steam of your
Body's heat
Feel your need pressing into me
If I allow myself
I would need you
Dream of you inside me
Forgetting what is empty

no bashing, in the same boat.

I would date, but at this point, not sure if I want to get involved. I am not sure another man would want to get involved with me until things are settled.

As for NSA, that is the question. I am leading in that direction. I could do FWB, but don't have any male friends.

Good luck
and like the lady says, no bashing

I don't know where this will go
Beginning fast and ending slow
As an old crow I'll fly straight to you
Through darkened skies or ones of blue

Look and you will find me
Find me and you will see
My eyes do shine of lust and greed
My body's field to plough and seed

The blood does pump within these veins
A heart of love but yet it strains
I fold my wings in bitter rain
This old crow caws and caws again

And swoops across the swaying wheat
To where the field and ocean meet
I alight upon his outstretched arm
Reeling from his pleasant charm

The silent wind has touched my face
Where gentle kisses he did place
My chest burns hot from deep within
My heart cries out to only him

His smile turns day to bluest night
And moonbeams glow as stars shine bright
He yearns for his woman far away
Though in his heart she will always stay

I rest my weary head to sleep
From sky through fields to oceans deep
And dream of when our lips will meet
Our bodies meld, our love complete

What comes to lovers on the fly?
What tie can bind a roving eye?
If love is blind, why do we look?
And by the cover judge the book?

For none shall scale that mountain high
If actions on the surface lie
The tether leashed you to the ground
Where shadows of our dreams are found.

Look toward me raven if you dare
In your future you'll see I care
If patience serves I'll see you there
From nevermore to neverwhere

As you wish, I will be your slave
And your love I will always crave
This love deserving to only the brave

Pony,
I was preparing myself to be shocked.
Oh well.........

my list-to cycle-camp in a place where I don't speak the language.

I don't know where this will go
Beginning fast and ending slow
As an old crow I'll fly straight to you
Through darkened skies or ones of blue

Look and you will find me
Find me and you will see
My eyes do shine of lust and greed
My body's field to plough and seed

The blood does pump within these veins
A heart of love but yet it strains
I fold my wings in bitter rain
This old crow caws and caws again

And swoops across the swaying wheat
To where the field and ocean meet
I alight upon his outstretched arm
Reeling from his pleasant charm

The silent wind has touched my face
Where gentle kisses he did place
My chest burns hot from deep within
My heart cries out to only him

His smile turns day to bluest night
And moonbeams glow as stars shine bright
He yearns for his woman far away
Though in his heart she will always stay

I rest my weary head to sleep
From sky through fields to oceans deep
And dream of when our lips will meet
Our bodies meld, our love complete

What comes to lovers on the fly?
What tie can bind a roving eye?
If love is blind, why do we look?
And by the cover judge the book?

For none shall scale that mountain high
If actions on the surface lie
The tether leashed you to the ground
Where shadows of our dreams are found.

Look toward me raven if you dare
In your future you'll see I care
If patience serves I'll see you there
From nevermore to neverwhere

As you wish, I will be your slave

Good one!

I looked at a slide show of
Ghost towns
Nature taking over what was once
Inhabitable

I look at my debt and think how
Similar to the ghost towns
Falling behind before getting ahead
The illusion of foliage

Foliage that later leave
Branches bare
Debt will eventually fall like
Leaves

It is the memory of my past
Over run by what is now
Taken over by the tides of
An other's wants

They are hidden away
Parts of me
I have decided to co-mingle my
Past with my present

As is paying down debt
I take a relic of my past
I handle it, it is very real
It has a texture, a feeling

I introduce my past with my present
I hope they get along
They seem to
They seem to go together

Sometimes it hurts
To remember why
Things are empty or
The beast in the picture is no longer here

The beast whose collar or bridal
Hangs from a hook
Rather than harnessing
The energy of a companion

These things do not belong in boxes
Or
Hidden from view as if a mistake
But deserve honor for serving

Serving me well
These tokens hang surrounded
By flowers
By my desk
By me and my thoughts
Repaying a debt in writing

making someone else smile and my dog, Oskar

So much time wasted on
Uncertain
What has Uncertainty done for
Us?
There are the various story lines
Uncertainty brings to mind
Do we dance around obstacles
Obscuring ourselves while we
Spy?
Uncertainty keeps our distance
From Love's reward by
Alerting those we like of our self-
Doubts
So much space between
Hello and
Hello
While Uncertainty carves a canyon
That cannot be crossed
Without a heart with
Wings
So much time
Lost

that is quite a trick for the big top! I get hey fever.
sober 80 days baby!
g-nightxx