everyday is saturday night .

a wacky testosterone whirlwind .
where eyes, lips, arms, abs, and adam's apples bend ;
or any other generic male name
once the tongue speaks, it's all one in the same ?

qualifications and burdens shaken and stirred
ambitious, independent cheater, caring, needy, loving, liar, activist, - what a blur .
i'll close my eyes and duck duck goose you .
i suppose you're all interchangeable .

"you're not opening up to me"
"why you not f*ckin' with me?"
"you looked good last night ..."
"i bet you got a man, right ?"

maybe, in this masculine mush is "the one"
a guy that 'gets me' with a huge heart, weighs a ton .
but like drake said, "knowing me i missed it . cause me dedicating
my time just isn't realistic ."

dont double standard me & shake your head,
men think this all the time .
a genuine, logical thought
it just so happened to rhyme ...

duck by duck .

Remember when your parents would plan romantic evenings alone? Remember when you had to leave and stay with a relative for a weekend? Yeah. It's because they had the "house to themselves". That phrase is way is bigger than you'd think. Having "the house to ourselves" meant that the rules were handcuffed to the mailbox outside. "The house to ourselves" meant there was peace... tranquility. In this house, love is the wallpaper, passion is the carpeting.

well...

Lets have the world to ourselves. Lets send the kids,"Distraction" and "Insecurity" away for the weekend period. We'll have the world to ourselves. NO RULES, NO INHIBITIONS, NO OBSTACLES. We can bend gravity to kiss our feet. We can dip our hands in the here and now and we can bathe in the better or for worst.

We are not frozen & oven-made. we are not generic. lets have the world to ourselves for the weekend. we can strangle the rules for the weekend. we aren't stuffed with artificial preservatives, glucose, or corn syrup. we'll break the boundaries into pieces and glue them into the shape we choose. how could they generic brand us? how could they label us basic? all we need is the world to ourselves. all we need is peace ... tranquility.

a special thanks to my stenographer in this project ♥ ... much appreciated .

extinguishing .

i suppose i'll have a story to tell my little girl someday .
that's how i like to look at it, 'these things'. i just like to sit and think about the way i can tell my little girl that pain comes and fairy tales are for suckas .

but how ? all you want to do is stop her heart from burning , crusting on the outside and then roasting internally . who can handle giving their child Neosporin for their burns ? saying, "sweety, hearts burn slowly, but you have to extinguish them quickly before the flames spread to the mind ". she'd never understand ...my hypothetical daughter, that is . how do you tell your little girl these things ?

i just wanna wrap caution tape around disappointment and anguish . should she know that 'happily ever afters' often leave out 'behind the scenes' footage ? all you want to do is tell her that Cinderella probably has a jealous, obsessed ex that prince charming doesn't know about . maybe we can watch Snow White on Maury and her paternity test of the seven dwarfs . hopefully, we'll catch the 'Cheaters' episode featuring belle when she cheats on the beast with that horny, talkative, french candle stick guy ? somewhere along the line, i imagine i'll be torn between saving her innocence or branding it as naivete . honestly, somethings gotta give .

'cause this feeling aint for amateurs . . . and i could never take the tears of my little girl if she got her heart torn apart .Lord, please bless me with a boy .