my dishes are done
its time for more fun
with poetry and prose
like a sweet smell from rose
im back with my hands all pruned
i hope my poems dont suffer and get ruined

I have traveled a long and lonely road
Never knowing what is coming
Sometimes finding gold
Sometimes finding rust
Through a chance of fate
I wandered in this gathering
Some spew hate
But most give love a chance
Putting smiles upon faces
Some even become saving graces
You know not the woman behind the screen
But just from her words you know what she means
You see between the lines
And the sad ryhmes
Thats at times she seems to be drowning in a sea
Always trying to run and flee
You give me peace
In a world that that is so bleak
I no longer run and flee
Now I swim in the sea

WE SEARCH FOR TRUE SPIRT OF A LONELY GIRLS PASSION
THROUGH EVERY SIGHT,EVERY NIGHT, STILL NO TRUE COMPASSION
I CONTACTED THIS GIRL LAST-NIGHT BY PHONE
SHE HAD SOMETHING DOING,AND I DID'NT LIKE HER TONE
LAST WEEK I THOUGHT I MET MS RIGHT, WHILE SHOPPING AT WALMART
SHE WAS SWEET AND PRETTY,I CONFESS, BUT WAS WITH-OUT HEART
I TOOK THIS ONE TO DINNER AND A DANCE
WHILE ON THE DANCE FLOOR, SHE GAVE THIS GUY A GLANCE
THEN WE SIT DOWN, SHE WAS LOOKING AROUND
WENT TO THE JOHN,AND ON MY RETURN,WAS WITH HIM,MESSING AROUND
I ASKED HER IF SHE WANTED TO DANCE
SHE SAID, NOT NOW,IN HER ELBOW ON HIP STANCE
SO I DID WHAT ANY OTHER GUY WOULD DO
I HANDED HER OUR CHECK AND SAID, HERE, THIS NIGHTS ON YOU
TRYING TO GET LIFE TO FEEL RIGHT AND BETTER
I CALLED UP AN OLD BABE TO TALK,AND SHE SAID,SEND ME A LETTER
SO WITH OUT ANY MORE LEADS ON A GIRL OF MY DREAMS
WHAT TO DO AND WHERE TO LOOK, CAN'T THEY HEAR MY SCREAMS
I LOOKED ON THIS SIGHT AND FOUND A PRETTY BABY
I EMAILED HER, AND ASKED ABOUT THE WEEKEND,SHE SAID MAYBE
SO I PICKED HER UP AT 7:00 AND TOOK HER OUT FOR A MOVIE
TALKING ON HER PHONE ALL NIGHT, SHE JUST KEPT SAYING, GROOVY
HER HAIR WAS BLONDE AND HER MIND COULD NOT BE FOUND
SHE HUNG UP AND LOOKED AT ME TO SAY, IS MY FACE TO ROUND
I REPLIED WITH NOT TO ME YOU LOOK JUST FINE, SHE.OK,TEE-HEE
THE MOVIE WAS JUST ABOUT TO END, SHE SAYS,I GOTTA GO PEE-PEE
I WALKED HER TO THE BATHROOM DOOR AND SAID I'LL WAIT HERE
AFTER 20 MINUTES WENT BY,SHE CAME OUT AND SAID, YOUR A DEAR
WHAT DID I MISS, WAS HER NEXT REMARK I SAID,THE WHOLE MOVIE
SHE SAID IM SORRY MY MIND IS SOMEWHERE ELSE BUT YOUR GROOVY

im glad to see your back c.c.
is it ok if i swim with thee
its a big ocean lots of fish in the sea
i also hope to find someone for me
i been single now for so long
its seems my last relations just wrong
i havent been looking at all as of late
my last relations only seemed to frustrate
but ive got my trunks back on
is it safe to go swimming after hitting the bong

What do you get when you cross an onion with a donkey?


Most of the time you simply get an onion with long ears, but once in
awhile you get lucky, and get a piece of ass that brings tears to your
eyes

They say chicken soup is good for the soul
So I just ate a bowl
I know this for sure
It was tasty and pure
Its good for my tummy
I was such a hungry bunny

So here I sit
Thinking a wish
That Lion would come wash my dish

He asks if he may swim with me
I tell him its a mighty big sea
I would be most happy if you would join me
I'm not so sure about the bong it might get wet
Then poor Lion would fret

Its rather hard to smoke a wet bong
Just like taming King Kong
So just put the bong on the shore
This way it will stay pure

great advice
from a woman most nice
the dishes id do
for a person as nice as you
doing for another brings out great joy
like a kid openeing a christmas toy
working is good for my soul
and yeah its hard to smoke out the wet bowl

if you don't understand this wit. Just sit back and take a shit.
If you don't like to play this game. Go to hell you freaken pain n the
ass. LOL

A fine compliment from Lion
I know he is not lying
A gurl who would take him
Would never feel forsaken
Kind and sweet as can be
I hope he doesn't last long in the sea

A woman to catch his eye
Dazzle him and make him fly
She had better be gentle
Or I shall be forced to hit her in the temple

His soul sings a song so pure
He needs no lure
Artistic and poetic is he
No gurl should want to flee

Smarts and humor you will find a plenty
He will never leave you empty
So gurls pluck him from the sea
And you will be ever so lucky

im glad youve got my back c.c
i finer freind i cannot see
hopefully itll happen to me
to get plucked out by someone whos right for me
but from were i am right now
i stand and bow
cause good people deserve to have love
and sometimes i feel cursed form above
but ryhming and letting it out
theyll see what im about

Cursed you say
I say no way
Just give it time
You are young and you'll do fine

It has been 12 years since my heart has known another
I cannot give up or I will smother
I go out on dates and it never goes far
Just because I won't screw them in the car

A woman like me has needs and desires
But I am not a piece of meat for hire
In this time and day
It is not safe for a quick roll in the hay

My mind and heart need to be taken
And my soul not forsaken
So I tread the sea
In hopes he will find me

The one who knows my heart and soul
The one who will keep me whole
I am content with my life
I desire no strife
Just a soul who knows my own
And can call it home

I just love this game of loves lust,
rhyming good timming good for you and me,
sweet word,hearing to see,feeling to me,
love and laugh,'tis what we seek,
even if and when it makes us feel weak,
to see love grow,does put on a pretty good show,
but one thing I wish you all to know,
I only hope this feeling don't go,
for love is in air,so true to th heart,
love to th end and love from th start,
when we love,a gift from above,
we learn to give from our heart,
It makes me cry,to loves true high,
and if must just carry along,
then get me high,let me fly,
hey Mr. Lion? please pass me yer bong!

im sure theres someone out there for each of us
who knows maybe someone yout meet on a bus
i keep my mind open and my spirits lifted
like looking for good in the rocks ive just sifted
i dont have any doughts about this im sure
ill find a woman whos honesty is pure
together both will be stronger than when we are alone
companionship that last even when life turns us to skin and bone
to be with someone who brings my heart great joy
someone to be with me and my boy
shed want to stick to me like glue
even when all im feeling is blue
some woman to share my soul
and not treat me like im an asshole

My time has come to an end
I am so glad you are my friend
Lion take life by the horns
And ye shall not be scorned
Take care of the bong
Be sure to hide it from Kong
Save it for another day
And I will be back to play
Take a hit for me
As we tread upon the sea
I bid you a good night
May you sleep tight
Dream a little dream for me
I shall slumber free
Till the morrow
May you know no sorrow


G'nite Lion

the bong got swept up in high tide
but ill get my bowl its just a short ride
sit and smoke a doobie with me
the poetries getting real good dont you agree

gnite to you to c.c. and sweet dreams
hopefully your prince will come with a smile that beams
have a good day tomarrow as well
cause its back to work for me and back to hell

was just a hopin' off in other good topics
lookin for"WEAK IN TH KNEES",
never found it,had to re-sound it,
and try for more poets indeeds,
I asked one, and all, everyone y'all,
please come rhyme with us pleas,
write th rhymes,with grace so fine,
and to make us all weak in th knees,
is there so many people,without any breeze?
they throw th fit,they've had it,
no more living alone for me,
post more topics,not thinking tropics,
they must have no breeze in th' trees....M.

if its week in the knees your lookin
just come hit this doobie i been cookin
this green is so damn good
its the best i could find up here in the hood
itll get the juices flowing
hell shits so good itll keep the wind from blowin

Hair so warm and soft,
sweat at the bend of your brow,
a childish glow about your face,
lust grasp your heart now,
and your body's pleasure wins the race.

The time has come and gone again,
your weak muscles twitch,
but i dare not stop,
for the pleasure is more for me,
never letting our temperature's drop,
It's the mind thats sets the body free.

bad horsie .....bad!