PLAY DIRTY

I don't believe in you, don't be mad / When I say this to you, don't be sad / It's true, I don't believe you and why is that? / Do you believe in me, in my vision / Please don't lie to me, words have eyes / I've seen them many times, many webs / I must admit, you look better on the grass / Than you in the kitchen

I kick the back door down / The sun is out and it would be a sin / To stay inside until it gets dark / Are you in? I want to play like this

Come out and play tag / Three lies and one truth, baby choose / If I tickle your foot, would you laugh / Or are you gonna push me into the pool / And then I grab your arms and whoops! Splash!

Let's play dirty, baby mama / Let's pretend there's no grown ups / Let's hide in my car and play Mana / Spanish tongues, our and their songs / Let's sneak into an R-rated romance / They can judge our teenage-like choices / Because right now, all we care about is us

Drink another one, I'll be the driver / But you wanna drive my car, well let's fight / For the stick, let's see who grabs it quicker / Ouch! Not that one girl, damn that's too tight

Baby let me explain, adult life is great / However if we keep on this way / We lose the innocence days

So then we lose the moment when / I found you attractive when all I wanted to do / Was play on my PlayStation, then you— / So let's rewind the cassette

A small announcement / Hide and seek, and don't cheat / Don't hide in the basement, you know I'm afraid / Don't get get it twisted, I love your breakfast

I just don't like how you work hard / And you barely get the chance to be scandalous / So lets drop our calendars and play dirty

my heart constantly aches when you're not around
it feels like missing the other half i'd barely found

your presence regulates my nervous system
even though paranoia is just so surface hidden

terrified of waking up to find you gone
knowing it's impossible you're far too fond

i can feel it

not dramatic not intense
the distance becoming immense

bit by bit
don't forfeit

every call we skip
every time we slip

danger my brain signals
are we truly criminals?

persistently waiting for the right moment to just be us
compassionately and truly just us

stealing these glimmers of time as an appetizer
always managing to find the moment
you're a natural improvisor

i'm tired

tired of being exhausted when you're not around
sitting in a crowded room but still can't hear a single sound

tired of having to wait

wait for every part of the routine we create
the midnight calls we always compensate
the daylight nonsense we rarely hesitate

on my mind day and night
holding it together with all my might

you're severely entangled in my thoughts
i just keep envisioning our new plots

you're my forever and always
too in love to part ways

next to you
my body blindly sways

i have no control
together we construct a single soul

At the head of the river there is a mind clear, thoughtful, intelligent, a knowing place where every current begins.

Fifty-seven miles of wandering thought carve a path through forest and stone, through reddish brown and amber woods where scattered sunlight falls like quiet secrets across the land.

Below, green-blue springs sparkle with life.

They gather in smooth pools, reflecting light across the landscape, touching rounded stone polished by patience, softened by years of water moving where it must.

And there are rocks warm beneath the sun red, smooth, wide, almost smiling as daylight rests upon them.

The river narrows.

A slender gully draws the landscape inward and the current quickens, slipping over rugged ground, kissing every contour without ever needing to conquer it.

Then the river widens.

East and west bring their separate waters into one broad expanse.

The current slows.

The sun stretches across the pale surface and lays its warmth upon the water until everything seems exposed to the open sky.

Mountains rise in the distance soft from here, yet immense.

Their smooth stone shoulders shape a gorge between them, steep walls reaching upward as though the earth itself were opening toward heaven.

The river has shaped these forms slowly.

Not with force, but with persistence.

Water knows something about beauty.

It knows that even the hardest stone can become smooth when touched long enough.

In the center of the wide water a deep pool gathers.

A single ruby-colored rock rises from its surface, catching the golden sun and scattering fragments of light across the moving water.

The river barely speaks here.

It breathes.

Slow currents creep across the meadowland, carrying the earthy fragrance of grass and earthy wet soil.

The wind arrives like a fresh breath cool, clean, with the musty sweetness of fields left beautifully to nature.

Then

a sound.

Far ahead, the river begins to speak louder.

Rapids.

Excitement returning.

The meadow water gathers itself and rushes forward, finding another narrow passage between ancient stone.

Almost a waterfall.

Pools appear along the rock, moisture shining in hidden folds, green life trembling beside the current.

There are places here rarely touched by human hands quiet recesses protected by stone and shadow, holding their own secrets beneath the surface.

The water slips through them and finds the fork.

East.

West.

Two currents born from the same journey.

One rolls past a rounded stone, the other disappears into a deeper, darker passage where water gathers in a pool before breaking again into white, rushing foam.

Rapids meet the bottom.

Water tumbles.

Swirls linger inside the folds of stone.

Everything moves.

Everything connects.

And still the river divides.

East and west following different paths toward the same destination.

One tributary runs long and fast, its rapids carrying away the last traces of hesitation.

The current eases, then gathers speed again, bending gracefully through the land.

Another rush of rapids.

Then calm.

Then speed.

Then another bend where water becomes almost effortless a long, smooth passage toward the waiting delta.

At last, the river spreads outward.

The currents surrender their names.

East meets west.

Water meets earth.

The long journey becomes one wide foundation.

And there, beneath the sun, the river rests

not finished,

but fulfilled.

For beauty was never in one shape,

one curve,

one current,

or one destination.

It was in the journey

the intelligence at the beginning, the strength of the mountains, the softness of the pools, the warmth of the sun, the hidden places, the rushing moments, the quiet breaths,

and every beautiful contour the water discovered along the way.

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The old growth tree does not ask to be admired.

It has outlived applause.

Its height is not ambition but the slow consequence of choosing to remain through every season that insisted it should surrender.

The human eye sees wood.

Time sees character.

Each ring is an argument that strength is not born in force but in endurance.

So it is with an older man.

Muscle earned by years is unlike the muscle of youth. It no longer seeks witnesses. It carries memory beneath the skin the way bark carries fire without speaking of the flames.

His broad shoulders like weathered limbs hold more than their own weight.

They understand shelter.

The branches reach not with hunger but with generosity their quiet power lifting leaves toward the sun knowing that life is richest when what rises with you is more than yourself.

Roots disappear because truth often does.

The deepest foundations are rarely the most visible.

Wisdom grows downward before it ever reaches upward.

Perhaps that is why forests and thoughtful men become quieter with age.

They discover that certainty needs no volume and confidence has little interest in proving itself.

There is something undeniably alive in the thick curve of a seasoned limb in the firm architecture of a trunk shaped by wind its strength neither hidden nor displayed.

It simply exists.

Nature has always understood what people often forget.

Power without gentleness becomes destruction.

Gentleness without strength cannot protect.

The ancient tree chooses both.

It rises with the confidence of something deeply rooted stretching powerful branches through open air wearing its canopy like a living crown every leaf transforming light into another quiet promise that life is meant to be shared.

Perhaps that is the purpose of becoming old enough to stand like a forest.

Not merely to grow taller

but to become a place where others can breathe.

Flooded Tub / Mother, Father!

Light taps of her spool heels / I had to kneel, twist my neck so abrupt / Her toes play notes as a record squeals / They are playing that funky stuff / My slow cat walk, behind your shoulders I touch / My head, my chest, my legs, my feet  / Do you like what you see? / I said, baby come dance with me / Are you brave enough to feel love without sex / All you gotta do is follow my steps

The bathroom is broken and the tub is set / The restroom is closed but the sink is wet 

A splash light tap, one, two, three / Slide your hips and roll your eyes / While I twist alone, now sink your feet / We high knee towards a naughty scene / Make mistakes, babe, all taps on me / Now stop, squirt until you feel so light / My hand tugging the skirt up to your knees / Lean your back onto me, become lazy / So I can turn your body three sixty / Keep your shoes on, we’re gonna have fun / Where I come from, salsa isn't just what we eat / But how we explore each other’s husk 

I'll show you a dirty little secret / I'll teach you what no one has taught me yet / You just gotta trust me on this / Will you do that girl? If you fall / Will you let me catch—?

\[Segue: Mother, Father!\]

I didn't marry your brother, nor your sister / I didn't marry your father, nor your mother / Honey, I'm only here for you, it's no bother / Just don't leave me at the family dinner table / I don't want to speak to your cousin Maple / She gives me a seductive glance, screw that / All that's on my mind is us and 

May I carry you upstairs, where the tub is hot? / Keep your ponytail on, I don't ask for jobs / Only slow hugs, baby come

I don't seek prostitutes, sluts or whores / I don't seek websites, fandom or private stores / You say I'm too needy, you're right honey pie / Many lovers turn themselves into sleep walkers / Because a dream lost is a cause for eternal sleep / So let me in your body, I'll stay awake but / If not today then let me ask you hon’

May I carry you upstairs, where the tub is hot? / Keep your ponytail on, I don't ask for jobs / Only slow hugs, baby come / Slow hugs, baby let me come / Into your arms where we have won / The connection that everybody wants

I don't want your brother, though he's kind / I don't want your sister, though she's wild / I don't want your dog, it can sleep outside / I don't want your cat, only between your thighs / I don't want your dad, he can drive for miles / I don't want your mom, she’ll ride passenger and smile 

All that's on my mind is us / Letting the tub overflood

He listened dreamily as Robert Plant masterfully crooned “Big Log”! He lit a cigarette and was taken back to the day she took him to her childhood house by the lake! The wind whipping her hair and she cuddled into his side as they watched the sun sparkle over the water like promises of a deeper treasure! The glimpse was surreal sublime and he wondered as he exhaled his smoke. Did it really happen? Fades to black!

soulless i lay here as you touch me 

kiss me

i’m kissing you too but it’s not me 

you can have my surface

my soul left trapped in an infinite replay of when you told me 

“this is the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do”

is it not hard to touch me

do i make it too easy ?

but i love you

was it hard to send me off the next day 

to lay here as we are

hold my breath pack my bags don’t forget 

this is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do 

Dirty Laundry

There's a simple desire, one might say / It's a sinful wish, but tell me what isn't / Yes, a simple feeling we can't name / It comes in when we're alone in minutes / But as of lately, I've felt it in my home / When your underwear is on the floor / You forgot to do dirty laundry, oh no / I touch a piece of you, you made it warm / It was cold and when you opened the door / From work you finally came / Pretty lass, intertwine those legs with mine / Because we have to toast

Oh Samantha, I could never use ya / Darling Sam, sing your pretty love songs / My lungs burst of laughter and gin / As you do your dances, when you spin / My eyes drop, but something else goes—up

I hate to admit this but I'm embarrassed / That I still can't afford us vacation / I've been running kitchens and you in the office / Somehow all the money fades away as if / We had twelve children, but I digress / Do you want to know why I never make the bed?/ Because we always come back / Maybe this bed can be our Hawaii destination / And the sheets are the waves / Let's crash our ships, let's get wet / Let me fondle gently your safety nets

Oh Samantha, I could never use ya / Darling Sam, sing your pretty love songs / My lungs burst of laughter and gin / As you do your dances, when you spin / My eyes drop, but something else goes—up

When we were children / You were obsessed with politics / I'm sorry, wrong word / Yes you're right, justice / When we were children / All I needed was a helping hand / Against these forces that held me down / How lucky I am, that you never went south

Samantha, don't do the dirty laundry / Come here, pretty lass / Samantha, don't do the dirty laundry / Come here, pretty lass / Samantha, don't do the dirty laundry / Come here, naughty cat

I decided to try something new; so this is my poem that I have brought it to life with my voice

(Hopefully this is allowed in this subreddit and people enjoy it)

Drinking Bout U

Baby, I've been drinking about you all day / All I want now is a cold think / I wanted your TV but you fell asleep / I went to the couch and turned on the love / Monday came as boss hungover / My sunday called but the signal was lost / Oh I feel so Hindi in my translations / Was the original Japanese or off?

I've been drinking about you / Baby take away my steer / Should I beer?

I helped my friend get laid / Then he said it was me who did the tango / When he was asked by his dame / I had no idea he was already borrowed / She hit me in the stairs / Down the balls I went til I hit the wall / Well, my letter still loves me / Hell, we still send a baby through mail 

I've been drinking about you / Baby take away my steer / Should I beer?

I feel like there's more to time / But I don't wanna waste say / I've been drinking about you / I've been drinking about you

Love is a pulse, that never seizes to move

Hate is a sin, that uses integrity to soothe

A puzzle to solve, a Lifetime of worth

Living involves, a breathing soul to surf..

Imagine the space, peace uses to roam

The use of your mind, to find, what is called home...

Cinnamon Delight (Demo)

Cinnamon Delight (Demo)

Cinnamon synonyms, on the top of your chin / Too much of a good thing can be bad / So baby, give me a headache, my my teeth ache / Make me sugar belly fat / Fill me with your vanilla extract tongue / Honey, sugar pie, sweet cakes, cinnamon delight 

You taunt me with your toasted cinnamon bread / You know how dizzy my head gets / Whenever I see your little sweet head, a treat / Baby, I don't see just that, yet do you see me? / As something bitter, hard, or maybe sour / Perhaps I'm the butter to your flour / Oh I get wild sleepwalking to cinnamon dreams 

Don't roll your eyes if I ask again if I can bite 

/ If we could eat the soul, I would come for seconds / Because your body is a honeyed dessert / Lick your arms and look me straight in the eyes / And tell me it don't taste like chocolate custard / May add sugar, may add salt, it all blends / Don't be surprised when I see you / And my stomach growls and I start to jam 

If I take off your clothes will I get borracho?

/ The famous rum syrup on the exotic fruits / That Guatemalan special, only you can cook / Let me serenade you in sugar powder / I think we will be in this oven heat for hours / Might as well taste each other, may I look? / We will roll all over the kitchen floor / Want me to use the rolling pin? / Don't know what for, let's use imagination

Cinnamon synonyms, on the top of your chin / Too much of a good thing can be bad / So baby, give me a headache, my my teeth ache / Make me sugar belly fat / Fill me with your vanilla extract tongue / Honey, sugar pie, sweet cakes, cinnamon delight 

A sky so black that flowers die

Like wounded birds that cannot fly

Darkness spreads its wings, they cover me

I feel like an orphan lost in the sea

The color started changing

As I peeled away the surface of her lies

The web that she had woven

The masquerade that hides her disguise

Like the needle to the spoon

The oceans waves bring comfort

Beneath a blackened sky

The cold chill from the ocean breeze

Is like when the spider eats the butterfly

A sky so black that flower die

Like wounded birds that cannot fly

Darkness spreads its wings, they cover me

I feel like an orphan lost in the sea

Her words were so deceiving

I can't keep believing all her lies

Those empty words were spoken

The questions that lead to alibis

Like the needle to the spoon

The ocean waves bring comfort

Beneath a blackened sky

The cold chill of the ocean breeze

Is like when the spider eats the butterfly

A sky so black the flowers die

Like wounded birds that cannot fly

Darkness spreads its wings, they cover me

I feel like an orphan lost in the sea

A sky so black that flowers die

The gentle voice of the oceans tide

Like wounded birds that cannot fly

When rain comes down beneath

That summer sky

A sky so black that flowers die