...are you at home
tonight after your
 forelorned, four day
weak, work, week?
...are you enough
of a friend
to even wish
a Married CHRIStmas
too, to, two
...are you taking
off your Boots
(and the leather belt)
the way you
used to do?
at the end
of any given day?
... is it CHRIStmas
at your newlywedded
home???

 

MEN...mann
You...
thought that...
"That Bleached Blonde"
was SMART...
...and that the natural
BRUNETTE, you...
chose to choose
... was DUMB???
You...
go figure...do some
math, mate and amass
Your...accumalative
damaged, sum
(cum) and see
if it even equals...
anything that I applied...
to you ever
You...
are such an idiot...
...and I mean this
in such a nice way...
_____________________
...and you know
that statistics
have shown
that...
One
out of
Five
MEN
are
color blind...

...and sometimes
you just know
that when" it is over"
' it is over'
... and no amount
of recovery work
will work...
so the math
didn't add up...
...and the phrase
"oh hell, come here"
lost the meaning...
...and just like that!
you were gone...

MathEd Problemed
...What if your
fate quotient is
 me loving you
 equalling
 you loving me? 
Count the number
of "no's"
 (minus)
(the digit of your toe)
 and know that, I will
never say  "no",
"intentionally"
(calculate) more or less...
then go figure
the 39 digits
we choose
to bare / share...
and the answer
of the summed
some should equal
 the bottomed line...
(with nothing squared)
ever...and rumors are
just rumors, minus truth...

...Random thoughts
  strung out
in my head
about you
 and you
and even
..you...
 You  killed me
Love...
  gooder than dead
and it was a
....slow
prolonged
 ...progressive
  ...passionless
death
strung out
in my head
...and I
remember
   each
painful dose
that you crammed
  down my throat
even though
    I was kicking
and screaming...
YOU never felt
my pain
nor heard
my pleas...
...and now
I am
 afterthoughts
for naught
  so please
hear me
in the here and now
...you killed me
  Love
and now
I am
  not present
nor future
 just past...You
Love of my Life...

I feel as if
I am set on
a self destruct
mode...
and I know
that I am an
"Overdoer"
that over does
everything...
even when enough
is enough...
...but "hoochie mama"
is something that
   I am not
nor will ever be...
  and that really
bothered me
because you
 know "no"
that is what I
 am  not... 
   I am in
a downfall
where my perceived
perceptions
put me in
an over the edge
kind of mood
 and yet
as I flip and spiral
 I can still see
vividly
 You and Me
and the bottomed
lines...of ground
that need to be
covertly covered
over...and over and
over...
   ODA
 my harem
can't you see?
  that you are just
another part of
  hung curtains
clandestine shrouds
that keep the outside
 from looking in...
and I get along
  better with men...
    go figure...
So sewed are we
in laughed stitches
without hitches
or tight nooked
nookie  niches
  to hide behind
or within...
and I promise You
  as You enjoy
 your Dottie time...
that I will find
my own direct line
that won't be led
   by any of YOU...
 Pray that you can
touch base and bare
basic instincts with me...
from now on
   before I bid you
"adieu"...
with points
  well brazen
 and well taken...
(and how fitting
and proper that I should
take your silhouette image
...and break it into
five pieces
 of a wooden man?

...a pillow is all
i need to
 let me rest
my weary head
   upon your
executative
 recreational
vehicled bed...
...kiss me
goodnight upon
cottoned sheets
... and i pray
  that i am
 somewhere
encased in 
 deep hues
of your blues...
  sharing some spread
in your singled
 only lonely
...pillowed bed...
never knowing
 "sleep in"
    clues...
...with never ending
     pillow dreams
of me and you...

...when I am
   face to face
eye to eye
   ear to ear
mouth to mouth
   I become weak
so then...
   I turn my face
drop my eyes
   close my ears
...and open...
   my mouth,
so, to speak...
   ...and when I have
said enough...
   I turn
to return
   to you...
face to face (forward)  
   eye to eye (so to see)   
ear to ear (to hear the truth)
   mouth to mouth (kiss me quick)
...and steal my
   still swollen lips...
your blessing just ended
...now say "a man"...

...hindsight...

i can see
 now
that you
 are not
a man
  of your
word...
  much more
a man without
 my action...
and much less...
  this breaks my
heart...
  everytime...
i can see
  more clearly...

  I am having
a hard time
   wrapping
my brain
   around
your train
   of thoughts...
especially when
  you say
what you
   are thinking
"outloud"
...and this scares me
   just a bit...
but...
  not so much
that I
  would quit...
trying to wrap
  my brain
...around
...around
...and...
... around
  you
in deep
 depths
of circled thoughts...
 that fill even
to my evened head...
...and knowing all along
that love
  has everything
...to do with us...

...and I will say
 this only once
in a blue moon...
    "I"
...love you...
 deeply
...and sincerely
    "I"
  saw
how you did me
  (...and "I" saw
 how  you do me)...
enough, said...
(I'll put you out of my head)
...with no other
 uttered words...
from you to me...
  especially from your
empty
emptied
...head...