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Breathless Irony!

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Nov 20 |05:54

I woke up this morning with a pain in my head
Looked onto the mirror, and i can see am not yet dead
A scary reflections tells me am not too well
Was i drunk or sick, i neither could tell
I bounced off, and started to yell
And here is few thoughts that broke out my skull

I’m not too fit, I’f you have to know
I’m overweight and am rather slow
But when I run, I manage; though
Though in the past it was not thus,
That am one to swear and cuss,
Except that, when trying to catch a bus,
I’m breathless!

At sport I’d always stay the course
I was as strong as any horse
But now, with just a little force,
When as a youth, I used to play
With sweet young ladies in the hay
The girls would be the ones to say:
“I’m breathless”!

I guess my life has reached the stage
When these things happen at my age.
If all my passions I assuage,
I have my annual body checks
And find out if I need new specs.
But sadly, when I’m having sex,
I’m breathless!

Now let me enlighten you about life situation
A guy sticks his location,
In a girl’s destinstion,
To increase the population,
For the next generation.
Do you get my explanation?
Or do you need a demonstration?

Oh were was i, enough about my drifting imagination
Let me recall what happened to spook my sensation
I left home, with hopes and high expectation

Cupid’s aim was off that tonight
It seems he missed my heart
That pointy stick had soared in plight
The archer hit the wrong body part.
Soon all my rules were set aside
For a moment of passion in haste
And casual sex I could now abide
But he was broken below the waist!

Was cupid on crack when he aimed his dart?
Did he think that I wouldn’t mind?
He had served me with quite an intriguing start
But his impotency soon I did find!
I tried in vain to boost his his pride?
You see, I was hot and surely bothered
‘Twas downhill when his pants began to slide
Could it be me? I certainly pondered!

When all else failed I offered him a ride
And he left due to lack of endurance
So next year dear Cupid, I pray thee to find
Me a match of much better performance!

I’ll be thirty next birthday, a man who should be diving into life,
I missed the hazy hippy years, I think all i ever was -a woman’s wife-.
Takes me back, when i got married, sometimes what people wishes
Not me, just wanted a romantic night, bottle of wine, and someone to do the dishes
Wisdom and experience, no games and no bullshit
Is what the years have taught to me and now I’m full of it.

Insulting “Her Grace”

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Nov 20 |05:53

WHO: Some remarkable (and extremely astonishing) friend of mine.
WHAT: Another reason to “speak of she” before the sun shine.
HOW: How does anything like this happen; youthful exuberance? … fine !
WHEN: Some time back…. just before i lost my rhyme
WHERE: It all started , while we sat there to dine …
WHY: I wasnt saying…but since i did bet on it i had to write it down !

The question remains still, who and why we are here and what to do
But if you listen to my story, and i promise -some parts- are to be true
Like at first, like only few do, lovable loved ravishing, i tried not to notice
As didnt want her then so ordered i, more gin with long glasses with ice

She is the kind of girls that tells me “Me and Mil Gibson are through !!”"
And am like, all i could say, a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do !!
You have to be nice to her, and thank her for allowing you to be so
And after you’re slapped -like a lot- try and hit back and she’d shout: NO!
Her favourtite two subjects are her hair and her
But her, she is georgous, or so she thinks, so lets be fair
At her finest times, she might use her heaven’s sent free will
And if you are lucky, when you dine , she would pay-her own- bill
It doesnt matter if she is single, and you got nothing to loose
She’d “kick yer arse” and while at it, might call up tom cruise
Whatever you’d think of her preferences is your opinion and not necessarily mine
Just try not to be too judgmental , and am sure we will get along just fine
No am not scared of her !!! as i just dont pay your bills and you dont pay mine
She’d take your breathe away and she’d sigh”oh, so funny”
And still take your porsche cayenne, home and your money
Even scared from new relationships though yearns for a new romance
Still some and many scrub up quite presentably, if given half a chance
Lets back to tell, she’d never forget an important date
You just dont have to mind it, when she is a little late
Her friends cannot tell their friends, i can just get her
Nah, in their dreams, she’d just say i might do better
And she doesn’t have a problem expressing her feeling
Except when she is lieing, she keeps staring up the ceiling
Now scientists want DNA, facts, and probably might ask for a sample
But “luckily?” all I have is a false theory with an accurate example
As, for writing this lyric, she keeps me up a little before AM 3:00
Thought easier to call her, as i do, call her, my triple three
But again, you cant just keep pushing your luck twice and thrice
And again i order, more gin with long glasses of ice

Wisdom

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Nov 20 |05:51

Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
The early bird might get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.
Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake a whole relationship.
We live in a society where pizza gets to your house before the police.
Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich.
War does not determine who is right – only who is left.
Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don’t have a good partner, you’d better have a good hand.
Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should both be changed regularly, and for the same reason.
Children: You spend the first 2 years of their life teaching them to walk and talk. Then you spend the next 16 years telling them to sit down and shut-up.
Evening news is where they begin with ‘Good evening’, and then proceed to tell you why it isn’t.
Sex is only considered pain in the ass, if you are doing it wrong.
A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a train stops. At our desks, we have a work station..
If you think nobody cares if you’re alive, try missing a couple of payments.
Better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt.
To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research.
Most of us do not want careers, we only want paychecks.
Computers can beat you in chess, but never in kickboxing.
Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy.
A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
God must love stupid people. He made SO many.
Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity.
Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
Laugh at your problems, everybody else does.
Behind every successful man is his woman. Behind the fall of a successful man is usually another woman.
The sole purpose of a child’s middle name, is so he can tell when he’s really in trouble.
You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice.
He who smiles in a crisis has found someone to blame.
Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won’t expect it back.
Never get into fights with ugly people, they have nothing to lose
It’s not the fall that kills you; it’s the sudden stop at the end.
PS :
My opinions may have or would be at any point changed, but not the fact that I am right …

Everything changes

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Oct 4 |09:50

Not even in the poetry or its forgotten dances,
Myths, genealogies, gods, or the poker aces
Not even in the sarcastic and pittyful embraces
Can i close or near write your deceiving faces
A mist settled behind everything over spaces
The clock has passed twelve, soon one paces
And i am started to be scared, just like yesterday
When nothing happened, and the very same way
Nothing could happen tomorrow as it did today
Isnt it ironic, to just start this minute on, thinking
Of all the things i have been over lately longing
So if it hasnt even started, why has it a meaning
Or if i have departured, why has it a feeling
My sorrows and woes i should be just peeling
Off the thoughts .of me, hence repeating
How should i have know better than in -it- falling
How off you , for me, comes out nothing
How for me, him here,or a memory, your not leaving
Or far thee, or near, still no chance for us along getting
But thats not it, nor will it be there ending

Life is over, nothing appears right, o it seemed
But not without a fight, and silently i, screamed
There is much you decided not to tell, or your woes say
Neither have i, about the battles in my head, fought everyday
But it’ll be ok, cause life isnt always what it seems to be
Not what you wish or plan for thee, but rather what he
Lord, him,her, they,luck, fate or maybe destiny
Sometimes, sometimes always, things dont go our way
Sometimes, sometimes harder,things get every other day
Everything i can give you, be sure ill lend
Everyone ill be,is one ,you on, can depend
And for the while being, ill be your friend

Life rejuvenates, and is not over, till it is
The night revives,us, or myself does
Get beyond beauty, get behind pleasure
To other side of our hearts we there seize better
Not that we do, but we should, else we suffer
Such a relief to see one woman out of the door leaves
Such a defeat to see another unable to my invite percieve
of the world, no, there is very little that bothers you these days when
you turn, first, to the obituaries, second to the stock market, then,
after a long pause, to the book review, you are becoming a good citizen

Suddenly fatigued, and off all above and below, nothing achieved
Decisions unmade,just often,secretly hoped for my ancient Lucifer leashed
The sky is troubled, as if arrested by supreme shyness
And i, oh my, nothing has out of this outcame… but cryness

Was that apple that exiled me worth the suffer
Or even worse, were my exile apple-less , i shall this figure !

You that I must see someday with who knows who

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Jun 22 |12:46

As she moved arm backward
And had her way with her hair
But why that I should suffer
Nor my emotions turn better

Harsh to think that men couldnt keep you
Hold ,cherish or dare they bestow you
So kept you what they made you,
Beautiful, sweet, is what are you

Yet while her face lies quiet there
And I wander that I ponder
Like midnight never does,
For a conclusion? I will try it where?

Not even in the suburbs of my mind
That i even came close, not once to find
A portrait so existant and quite such kind
No matter how much memories i do rewind

Twas a new feeling – something more
Than i had not dared to own before,
Which then we i wish i hid not;
I saw it in her calm eye,
And hoped, in every half-breathed sigh,
To speak, but i, have did not.

Then how would grace a rose? I know a way!
Leave it, rather.
Must you gather?
Smell, cherich, adore but at last, stay away!

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Breathless Irony!

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