poetry

Stronger

Beat me, bruise me, break my mind soul and body

You’ll only get weaker while I become stronger

I’m too weak and fragile to fight back right now but I’ll become stronger then you’ll ever hope to be

Does abusing me make you more of a man? Does abusing me give your little insecure mind more self-esteem? Does abusing me fix your problems and troubles?

Beat me, bruise me, break my mind soul and body
You’ll only get weaker while I become stronger
I’m too weak and fragile to fight back right now but I’ll become stronger then you’ll ever hope to be

Who are you?

Who are you with a flighty waitress
Or a four year old all a sticky mess?

Who are you with an inquiring stranger
Or a homeless dirty lone ranger?

Who are you with a porter on a trip
Or a teenager who doesn’t give a rip?

Who are you with the inconsistent paper boy
Or rude, needy neighbor Roy?

Who are you with the sullen clerk
Or the distracted soda jerk?

Who are you with your mother-in-law
Or the friend of a friend, who likes to jaw?

I Love The Way…

You move with such a beauty and style
Watching you walk, it makes me smile
Your effect on others you have no clue
You glide through this world doing what you do
Your beauty to others is inescapable
They think being yours would be so pleasurable
Well honey, I know that they are right
Because you have come to me in the night
With your hands so soft, and your fingers slender
Your caresses gentle, and your kisses tender
You fulfill my every fantasy
With the way you choose to be loving me
Daily, I thank the heavens above
For sending an angel for me to love.

Carolyn’s Poem

Although we must say goodnight,
I’ll search the stars for your light.
In the heavens far above,
Where I know I’ll find your love.
Our souls they have been entwined,
And if you look, you will find,
A love so pure, your heart will ache,
A bond so strong, it’ll never break.

Your love for me, I have found,
Is so deep it holds no bounds.
My love for you is the same you know,
I’d walk through fire, and freezing snow.
To gaze into your beautiful eyes,
To hold your hand, and bring forth sighs
From your soft and lovely lips,
It would well be worth the trips,
Through the snow and through the fires,
Down the canyons, and through the briars.