Daily the sun rising Daily the not yet Daily the not yet Yet daily a day passed And still daily the not yet. Men never becoming men Not yet Not today Not yesterday It hasnt occurred yet. Not yet. Men becoming men Enough to say enough with not yet And enough to say yes now. But not yet. It has not happened yet But days has passed Suns have risen spending 12 hours to be relieved of by the moon, 12 hours also. But still. Not yet...
Heights stop heightening after a certain number of years.. Yet still Not even yet.. I have spent almost half a century Some years full of promises Others pained with crashings of those promises Yet have i spent nearly half a century Still finding for myself Not yet.
My 3rd grade sex ed teacher, Ms. Young Not 4th grade nor 5th. 3rd with Ms. Young She was, well a teacher i suppose who found the teaching field to her suitability. She still being around since then? Probably not yet.
But the men.. The supposed men always being but never being Well for at least here not yet. Do you weep for them as wives might do needing to see them always never being...men? Their male hormone is in their leathered lips never kindled to speak gently with suppled ones. Men rarely need to speak with leather lips lest they are at contest in a cowboy bar. Here? Cowboys? Did i not say men never being? Cowboys ride on saddles These ride with pedals; gas of course.
Some find that to bleed innocent blood is as taking innocence from a newly robed female. Men...still? Should i learn how to weep as one of them, the flowers bloomed? Dying. Living?? Really?? Is it that difficult of a choice? Would you like to take my place also that you may twice live while i go away?
In a place where monies seem to come with unnecessities yet being in a place highly ranked it makes sense.
I have not a fleshly member than can satiate majorially but i have heard of some males who know of some females that do. And still Sunday sermons. If not here then there? Why the empty tears? There's more laughter in joy in Amsterdam, red Light.
I wonder.. A trip vacation to Amsterdam, red Light yet not ordering from within their cafes... Would it truly be joful? Let me know the true reasons why i should green with envy. Without men being men it's only 12 hour shifts sun the moon. Truly, blindness is joyful darkness even within the lights. The men being the women also As the sun and moon? deplorable righteousness!
If a day has 24 hours 12 hours on the left 12 hours on the right And both, together makes a whole how many spirits does a man have?
Poor is the man unable to work off his sexual addiction. Blessed is the woman who does. $$ - less $$ - ful Frustrations of different sorts circumvene for them. One who circumvents, drives. Frustrations lead.
Hatred.. One bucket with 2 fruits. To teach a child to do the same is hatred. Shhh. We have too much, they said. Bribes perverts justice and steals away brides.
So let me volunteer myself for hell since these men live here on earth where day unto day From the rising of the sun unto the setting of the same The Name of THE LORD and The Name of GOD; Even through that Most Wonderful Name which, having been given; saves is praised...first by men; second by woman..third by their children.
Oh heave'n above with sky blue Why do you always shine life unto such men? Have you also been bribed to never be dark dark enough for men never being men to learn how to sleep without fear in the dark?
Hush! child and sleep. it IS night. Nev'r more - Lenore. Tell me...Tell me O Prophet... is there really only balm in Gilead; kneading, for comfort?? Wake up o' child - the fruit of loins and of the Woman- and become a Man. Shame covers your face as the scent of your expulsion fills your room. Wake! Wake! No more death in this home. Awake!
Send me to hell I volunteer better residence there for out of my window i saw Men kneading to books of stories of 'gores ghastly in myths of demonic possessions in candle light... Send to hell, voluntarily... What better way to show Love than with secretions of love making that secret - secretion? What better way to show Love... Ha! Still not yet most surely still not yet. Surely lucrative without necessity the same. Ha! Thy God hath done this.. Send me to hell most quickly Most Merciful lest i never Be-come to Thee. Perhaps where no suns nor moons are shall I receive of that Sweetness. where faring well for self and faring well for brothers; other men might be suitable more to fitly suit.
Away from me undergrments of mine displaying with purchases made oversized! No more is balm desired!! Away! I have been made poverish i have no more to purchase balms for mine nightly candle light vigils of rest under paintings of Van Gogh's Starry Nights. I choose for myself hell rather than pauper for others' amusements and humor with humins and hymens.
