These are my poems,from my heart. Some are to God,some are to my Bronze Adonis ,some are just for fun and in general
(Songs to match the mood of the poem...or is it the other way around? hmmm...)
You're the balm That soothes my soul You're the one To heal that hole Doctor, doctor I feel sick Put a bandage On my heart's nick You can cure me Cuddling me in your arms You can fix me With all your charms
My love for you Is oozing out my pores Just tell me that I'm forever yours There's just one more thing To make me calm It's knowing you love me Because you're the balm
Your rabid fans scare me. They act like you are a 'god' That you could do no wrong That unlike the rest of us,you had no sin That everything was always someone else's fault Don't they realize that makes you look weak? That it makes you an idol you never agreed to be and that it takes away your humaness? They are part of the problem. Not me. I love you for the real, perfectly flawed soul that I see. Human just like me. You've done good and loving things for people. Just like the single mom of 6 who works 2 jobs for her kids. Like the neighborhood man who started a grassroots program to feed and house the poor. Like the doctors and nurses who risk life and limb to help people in war torn countries. They are just as good as you, but not put on a pedestal. Can't they see the pedestal is a lonely place to be? An unnatural place to be? Even now they want to keep you there..But you are not there. I know where you are are and how you are. They need to put it to rest and do their own good in the world. If only they knew what I do..but it's not for them to know. Love knows no boundaries...
What my soul is crying out from you Is a dose of tangibility I prayed that it's something That soon you'll be given the ability I need to physically hear and see you I need to taste,touch and smell If I don't get to do this soon I could never really be well Please don't get me wrong I appreciate what we've got My mind,body and soul aches for you I pray and pray a lot I love it when you reach out to me You're really sweet and kind Forever I will yearn for you I hope that you don't mind
Was looking at a rerun of Sanford and Son Fred singin' 'bout a "fine brown frame" Soon as I heard that line I knew it was your new nickname You got a fine brown frame That feels just right to me Thinkin' 'bout lovin' it Sends me into ecstasy You got a fine brown frame And brown sugar that's so sweet I want to show you gratitude From your head down to your feet Gimme some of that fine brown frame Make me beg for more I'll make you feel so good Like you never felt before