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The Invitation (52/4)

The nest is being broken
Come along, come along!
The nest is being broken
Come along

The sun has awoken,
(For) Manhood chose to clothe him
Come along, come along!

What heart he had now stolen
To plant his seed he’s grown him
Come along

Scraped the barrel.
Found gunpowder
Blew his mind
When he found her
Come along, Come along!

See this late blooming chapter,
Tears of Joy and laughter
Pack the place to the rafters
Come along, Come along

Now if you guard the runway
They’ll be flying on the Sunday
Come along!

Share in vows unspoken
Hope they never will be broken
Come along!

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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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Every Man

While you hold me to his debt I’m not every man you ever met
Yes my appetite you whet as you’re a classier name than prêt a manger
But your not meat on the bread of a moment of lustful throbbing
As I’m not every man you ever met I want to take the opportunity without threat
To know your nature and spirit and earn respect creating a sense of your loyalty and longing

Because I’m not every man you ever met
If first dates are a performance make yours a tight set
My hook will sink to your minds depths and make your mind sweat just to see if we can be anchored before I start the learn the lines that make you writhe all wet
I want to know if this could be a long term holding rather than just room to let

If I’m not every man you’ve met should that concept of us be tainted to the point of regret?
See between my boys and I we’ve been heart broken, done the heart breaking
But you’re not the devil and yes its pain staking that I’m claiming not to be every man you’ve ever met but it is a gamble and I can’t afford lose this bet because I am not….every man you’ve met

See now if you were every woman I’ve met I’d be your full time ego massager, self-confidence builder, find your self parlour, good man experience, game simulator, half-heart magnet, status elevator and so you want to say its because all men have commitment issues
If you’re every woman I’ve met I might need security just to miss you when you’re not around
I prefer to think every woman is profoundly different so I take every one I meet as a lesson in the art of perfecting my manhood

A man should know himself and have a stronger desire to make him better than to make you wetter.
Bad times I’m not dead to , but if I’m every man you’ve met you should know how to handle me, untangle me, get the upper hand on me, be a better man than me
Know how blessed I be, exactly what my best will be and how to get he best of me
I’m already praising God for how blessed we’ll be, it’ll be perfect…

Or… when we have peace will you create war because you’re bored
As I’m every man you’ve ever met, would you want to know more?
Why should I be the one you adore, can’t you find someone you’ve never met so I can be free of his, his and his debt or am I your reason number 2004 to be lesbian

You aren’t every girl I’ve ever met, but I’ll meet  someone else I’ve never met so that I can be male but as far out of your range I’ll ever get because I’m not your target practice

My glass is half empty and I want someone to match this mentality I practice while your confidence gets you a King size bed with a queen size mattress
Or a doormat instead of me because I’ll never be every man you met and as your next will never be as good as I get
You can have this poem as my reason why

See you could be my bird but you aren’t so fly and besides…
I’m grounded

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This Type Love

This type love

I want a love but not any kind of love

I want a how was your day here’s a hug type love

Not I’m getting paid to say hey you type love

Not a I’m here till I find a way to play you type love

I want a quick kiss and hug type love

A fight till we say I love you and goodnight type love

Fancy you like primary school days type love

Not a bed fellow on relay type love

Not an L U V as long as I buy you an S U V type love

I don’t want a go home after a nut type love

I want a crack a bottle and laughs at full throttle type love

Dutty wine for being on my grind type love

Pour your mind and enrich my soul type love

Even when we’re alone God is in control type love

Tucked away like a mole type love,

Filling holes we find instead of making them bigger type love

I’m your husband not your negro type love

A shoulder to cry on not a platform for your ego type love

I want a sex starts in the mind before the physical outlay type love

Not a once year on valentine day type love

Your eternal chocolate not just a piece of it type love

Can anyone tell me what I’m supposed to call this type of love

See I heard it in def poetry Shihan called it this type love

But sipping the tea from the time I know what I want aint his type love

Its all about a give type love, a learn as you live type love

For love is a gift, a compromise for the mix appreciating each twist

It’s not how we work our hips or swinging from the words on your lips

It’s a get to grips with peaks and pits type love

Take the licks with the licks type love

See in this type love my teeth my need may to grit but I aint salty

See in this type love I’m a go to the wire for you but I aint Mcnulty

See in this type love, I want to inspire and be admired by you

For in this type love I want time to tell us our love is true

See in this type love I want to be blind

See in the type love I want to feel from heaven we are entwined

Designed by perfect purpose complimenting imperfections cos that’s what love is

Infectious

See in this type love we are altruistic transcendents of one ego

Experiencing higher and lower times than Vegas or Reno

We know because our inner compass guides us as we go

Into that type love pushing the buttons of intimacy because your music  is my selection

When we’ve become that portrait of eternal reflection,

In that type love you are my wholeness injection,

My first lady from this divine election

See you and I together baby you and I are this type love

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