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8/ 30 More Fire!

How much more love do we really need?

Does it look like more stable marriages and less divorcees?

More faith to find a way though we disagree?

Should there be less tantrums about our wants and needs?

Is it about acceptance instead of accommodation?

Is it a contract without an escape clause .

Is it enjoying the meal in spite of the waiter

How much more love do we really need?

If it truly starts with you and me….

Is self-love a missionaries position?

Is there a bible?

What’s the core values of this religion?

Are the different types of love denominations?

How do we get to more love if some loves seem hateful?

When love shows its face why can’t some fall for it?

Mass produced in many ways, is it cheapened by brand disloyalty?

 

Your love and my love should have some common ground.

When and where can this so called more love be found?

Is it in the 18 years you stayed for the kids

Believed in second chances while refusing to forgive

Refusing to forget and let he or she live

What’s love if you’re going to act like ….well I love you too much to use you as an insult

It is uncaging, reincarnating, composing without imposing

More than doting on your yes men

It’ll give you more exposure than a naturist at a winter clothing convention

Yes!  Full of foibles, fantasies and awe-inspiring flaws

Love is adding a rug, unafraid to be naked when you open the door.

Out of love we go to war and in love, we find peace.

If love makes the world go round, it takes your will just to be.

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nice guys exist

Dear Ladies
I understand why some of you don’t like men
Do your head in, make you want to smash their lights in, fight them
Stressing they love affection for they want love and cuddles at night then
asking is your below tight rendering their presence as just hype men
Ten a penny cooks who stir up emotions, claiming a devotion to love and potions
to get inside your skin like a good lotion
You want a real man, a king but all you’ve had is a loafer
a lock and loader, shoots a lot of balls but he’s got no crossover
Appeal
You gotta play his heart strings to know if he can feel
Hear his tune
To be on one accord you can’t be a stuck record.
challenge his feelings and yours
Take a moment, a little lived pause from the raging wars
Inside
If you really want a nice guy. straight up no hype guy
its your loss if you find him and take him for a ride
He’ll take time with you and take pride in your well being
But he’s not your fill up station for self esteem
Seen
His minimal sleaze and modesty may see you think you’re in a dream
Make you question his motives or sexuality but before your reject reflect
Maybe that’s his way of you showing respect,
I know its hard to detect
I know you work hard to protect, yourself and your nerves
Don’t be stuck in the loop of all men are liars cheats and perves
You can have the best physique but that’d be hors d’oeurves
I like a woman who understands her self worth
See a good woman is a whole meal not a snack
Waste men be near top of the pack
So you raise your chip stack till you know how to exit
The good guy will cash your chips and protect you when you spend it
Because he knows your worth he was never in the game
He was always there, you just didn’t know his name
Till now.

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Letter To My Next

I’m hoping my writing will be delivered with perfect timing
My Body clock says it’s a late storm
But I’m hoping you’re… ready to light me
Strike me
Like lightning
Little hater inside me knows I’m ready to fight me
Step outside me, brush aside me
Take residence and step against the not like me inside me
Let you set me on fire till I’m flashing brightly
Red Yellows Blues and Greens
Open my eyes to your ocean colour scene
So that I can read between the waves and motion
Wade in the water of devotion out from the sure
Find you and float in the real and the pure
I already know you’re demure, conscious and prized
I don’t have to throw lines for you to be caught by surprise
In the rule book of life we may have played on opposite sides of the law
Straight fly we know our flaws, know where the floor is
Love knows where the door is but only shows us the key
How you and I haven’t yet met when we’re meant to be?
All I wonder is how can we decide the main verse if we don’t even know the key
Life writes the interlude then the pre
Builds us through our history and creates our future
Establishes the true you
Defines a true me
Our lines have to cross and bind till you and I become a true we
I’m blind to you but I don’t stroll in the dark
We’re just two mammals making our way to the ark
I can’t say that we will be a walk in the park
Or a stroll on the promenade
Times may get hard but I know you are rich in value
We’ve got to value OUR values or there will be hitches
I want to bless and gain blessings through your riches
No name calling. No bastards, no bitches
Lets communicate and scratch itches
Hoping you and I don’t flee
Being hitched is what its made to be
I don’t say cracked because your love mendeth me
I am softer than concrete you are my rose
The rhythm pattern in my flows
You are more precious than ivory,
I’m tall but you heighten me
You are the nightlight and the sunrise
The words of the songbird my heart is talking through
Blood sweat and tears I’ll pour for you
See laborious minds make for victorious times
The moment we step on love
We just stepped on our time
Our landmines
Lets explode together
Touch the sky as we hold the clouds
Have our eyes look up not down
Dry eyes in the midst of a frown
Already a queen already crowned
Yet I want you to have my jewel, my seal
Hold you like shore is held by the sea
Surround you like an orange is its peel
You will be the only temptress to which I yield
True love only exposes
I bring more than a ring of roses
A heart that you can’t dispose of
The strength to strengthen you all over
To be with you I’ll be luckier than the Irish in a field of clover
Intoxicated yet sober
From Timbuktu to the white cliffs of Dover everyone will know the worst kept secret
Richly in love we are meant to be that
Athletic millionaire I may not be that
Subject of my art you can’t just be that
A mere portrait to expose this poets trait you can’t just be that
You are the doctrine
I believe that
A heavenly blessing I know I’ll see that
The real love in me you unleash that
Coffee and sugar we can be that
Cos we need each other can’t you see that?
Unstoppable force meets the immovable object
To me I hope you don’t object as we court
Play ball and enjoy the heat
Love never needs to beat, compare or compete
As long as we have love, friends and family
Faith, harmony in the sanctity of matrimony
No games geared towards getting paid via alimony
Baby and then a divorce
I’m in this for life even if times we stray off course
See life is life but on judgment day when I give that account for all
I want God and all of heaven to know
I was proud on earth to have been
Yours faithfully

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In Her Element

Love’s red glutton, pushed the button and watched him slip away like smoke into the night
Would she see the light, or avoid the blues, and get with ex, new shoes and sex
Would she fall in love or just vibe with the reflex

Relationships were like pornographic antidotes to true passion
Treated relations like a fashion show regular news was in fashion so
She gave head to get ahead in the race to erase him from her head
But every new man she took to bed was like a shotgun to the head
Was worth it… just to put him to bed?

She moaned publicly in the ecstasy of get with me ego centricity
In her single time she had her double ex’s to see
No new notches vehemently and evidently,
Facebook statuses would be the adverts generally
Might as well be a billboard but players play presently

Love’s red glutton, pushed the button and watched him slip away like smoke into the night
Could she see the light and avoid the blues, and get with ex, new shoes and sex
Would she fall in love of or just vibe with the reflex?

See in the time of every break up you need to make up with you
Yet at every chance she’d lace up those boobs like track shoes she had something to prove
She was running from the music that made her groove
To some dude she barely knew but made her feel rare and new
It was the feeling of real love but was it really true?

For if not now then at her blue moon,
Or when she’d tied the knot wishing she’d not come off the prowl so soon
Howling at clock demanding time in lieu, time to be blue
Time to clear mind of her true love

See her real love was a quiet gun
He made her burn like a quiet sun
She could hide behind papered cracks but she couldn’t run
Business wasn’t done, wasn’t closed
He drifted in and out of her psyche like Ebenezer scrooge’s ghosts

She wanted to cut a figure so forlorn her silhouette was torn
Love’s politics hit her like unwanted health reforms
She was not for being a transformer but this would transform her
If she was going to live she needed time to mourn her

Love’s red glutton, pushed the button and watched him slip away like smoke into the night
Could she have seen the light, or avoided the blues, and not got with the ex, new shoes and sex
Instead of falling in love just vibing with the reflex

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