The Thrust of My Argument

09/10/2025

The greatest beauty I have ever seen/
Except, maybe, my Kindergarten “crush”/
It is my duty to say what I mean/
It is th***y and rigid, not so plush/
A woman really proves her worth/
Men, too, can follow suit/
You’re the reason I’m on this Earth/
Please don’t let it be Vain Pursuit//

I have been around those who had issues with Sanity/
One guy, with a knife, would cackle over my bed/
Now, I must worry about grooming and Vanity/
Why? “...[I am] better off dead…..”/
I don’t expect to always make jokes/
Not everything is a laughing matter/
People withdrew, despite prodding and pokes/
That Isolation, I attempted to shatter/
Now, the only worry I have to bestow/
Is that you’re the best. That, I do know/
You’d show me to the door, point and say “Go…..”//

But, at least, as I skulked off from the rejection/
I’d know I was in the presence of Perfection/
Divine in Origin, yes, indeed/
I am no Prince, on a galloping steed/
Nor, am I an Ogre, like Fiona or Shrek/
I have no doubts, I do not question God/
I want a passionate kiss, not just a peck/
And never ever say, “Goodbye, my sweet Prince Forquad……://

08/29/2025

Is it a dwindling creek or a raging river?/
Do I dare to speak or will I, agingly, wither?/
The crazy tides in all of, all of this/
I want to be lucid, not stream-of-consciousness//

Life and love, they are in a constant battle/
Tell what I’m thinking of, do I just tattle?/
Who gets the benefit of all of this/
I’d say I do with a reassuring kiss//

Pulling back chairs and opening doors/
Mixing both similes and cliché metaphors/
Is it a dwindling creek or a raging river/
May sit for a moment, but will stand and deliver///

08/20/2025

I am more than willing to put my foot where there is my mouth/
I’d like to head up North, might be going South/
I am not that bad, just a h***y Lil’ Devil/
With rare exception, I am always on the level//

I cannot even begin to dispel/
You’re my Angel from Heaven/
Without you, it’s Hell/
More than that? You want nothing? I am even less/
Want to be the Prince Charming to my Faerie Queen Princess/
I do not mean to ever dilute/
Traveling back to years, still new to the world/
What I say, I will not refute/
The banners have yet to be unfurled//

There I go again, sounding like an Associate Adjunct Professor/
I am no man of Sin, still, I need to be a Confessor/
Shed my skin or become a Man of the Cloth/
Making no Stigma Stew, it’s more like a broth/
One bound to have flavor and plenty of spice/
Question: if it’s love, is it really a sacrifice?///

08/07/2025

I am strong and I am able/
Vulnerable, like a Puppy or Kitten/
Place my cards, face up on the table/
Vulnerable, no, I am smitten/
You see love is something you play but it's not a game/
Though poets in past have garnered a wee bit of fame/
When, in truth, all they needed to do/
Was say "You are God's proof. Darling, I love you."//

But I digress with all the fanciful talk/
You are, more or less, my Church and my rock/
Upon your feet, I hope to place/
Poetry and gifts, a wonderful smile on your face///

07/29/2025

07/21/2025

I've lost track, not of my promises/
but my dreams appear to have slipped/
I speak the truth, I am what honest is/
Nevertheless, I am happily tight-lipped/
People have so many premonitions/
How people are supposed to be/
Puts us in an, um, unique position/
They've more idiocy than profundity/
Assumptions that seem to come out of their a$$/
Put them to Death, by rusty Guillotine/
They're raging bulls in a house of glass/
Their Stupidity, almost Serpentine

Not everything needs to be elegant/
That is for dang sure/
Understatement to say you're excellent/
And you always were/

I've lost track, of everything I swore/
You are my everything; everything and more/
I've lost track, but I will not ever forget/
From the moment, online, that you and I met/
I knew, fast and hard, it is meant to be/
And it's not only you, babe: it's you with me/
You might shudder in fear at the mere thought/
Absolutely brilliant, insatiably hot/

Not everything needs to be all polished/
Such exercises, to me, are insincere/
Understatement: the naysayers will be demolished/
The Universe is not mine, but yours, my dear///

07/21/2025

I'd write my thoughts but I am a guy/ Found the answer, you are really why/ I am high; it is from no buzz or high/ Messenger of the God's, from Ground and Sky///

07/10/2025

It's not as if I could ever/ Push any button, pull any lever/ Thoughts be had, keeping cool can be grueling/ It's not as if I was strong enough/ Times can be good and also tough/ Won't achieve presence of mind, there is no adequate schooling// It's not as I need Jesus in my Heart/ Religious is personal, but, often, used as a weapon/ I would rather stand far apart/ But, oh, uncertainty, crazy things can happen// Love is a many splintered thing/ The craziest picture of sanity/ Love, tears of laughter and pain it can bring/ Wiping my eyes, an act of unbridled vanity///

06/28/2025

It is nothing to be readily dismissed/
Follow a certain sequence or go down a list/
It is nothing, I am not to be regarded/
I am full of life and a bit broken-hearted/
I don't have your eyes to wake up to/
Your delightful laughter, your grin/
Hard time knowing what is really true/
Adventure has yet to begin...//

There is no light at the end of the tunnel/
No selling Bibles emblazoned with my name/
Forgetting what's done. What is done will/
not extinguish or shift off the blame/
Despite all of the impending dark/
You are an everlasting beam/
Not everything is a frolic in the park/
You are the closest thing to a dream/
Every single virtue, I don't want to weigh you down with praise/
Promise to never hurt you, I love you in countless ways///

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06/23/2025

Reason, blue and passion, red/ Are you cooled or burned, instead?/ Hurting you, i steadfastly avoid/ Castle, intact but village, destroyed// No, if I ever have the opportunity/ Will place upon you some sort of immunity/ No, if I ever have the chance/ Genuine love and not just romance// Genuine love and not just romance/ With the latter, we stroll. The former, we dance x3//

03/07/2025

My friends and lovers; two, cleft in twain/
You are so smart but me, half a brain/
I am told this and that, not to follow a hunch/
I am not vicious but delicious, there is no free lunch/
What I say is true and hard-pressed/
I give my all and do my best/
Carefully, so carefully, the bricks, wood and nail/
Protect myself against everything but betrayal/
Before you get angry and raise your defenses/
You are not accused; I know what innocence is/
But, nevertheless, I must state my case at this time/
I just happen to do it in klutzy rhyme//

Rhyme, it comes with a scheme/
Must also keep in mind to syncopate/
Walk in these well-worn shoes/
You, my love, are my muse/
Allow direction, but also follow fate//

My friends and lovers; what really is to be held?
Not always following logic, but a Vulcan Mind Meld/
I give my all, and beam me up Scottie/
Protect myself but, I swear, I will not be/
So reckless or brazenly cavalier/
Might rip of your clothes when I have you here/
I expect a lot but I am swallowing...my pride/
You bring out the best in me, and have never lied/
Well, not to you, except that I am a Human Being/
I am a curse-of-nature, which you will be seeing/
Not that bad, I guarantee, I am just trying to maintain/
some semblance of pride, protecting you from pain//

Repeat Chorus x 2//

with addendum, in background:
What you knooooooooooooooooooooow, and what you will not/
Love is just sooooooooooooooooooo, you never have to give it a thought//

If by way of even trying to just give up or settle/
I will walk away and bend the metal/
Love is lorn, and it surrounds and it stands firm on shaky grounds/
What I want and what I truly need/
Cuts my scrapes and bruises, if I fall and bleed/
Love is reborn and prophetic, profound/
It can all be boiled down to what a child once stated/
"My love is free." With you, I am liberated//

Repeat Chorus x 3///

01/26/2025

I am not exactly starving, but I don't require much anyway/
You are the Seducing Huntress; I am the Willing Prey/
I am not whittling and carving, still I wish to erect/
A monument to the beauty I find so gosh darn perfect//

There are little pitter-patters in the background/
Those are nagging doubts/
It is really quite profound/
What this whole scheme is about/
There are little pitter-patters, that grow ever more distant/
Those are nagging doubts/
Forgotten in an Instant//