poem, new, has some of my women shenanigans from today in.
MY DARKNESS
I free wheel through today knowing things should be better but are not, I'm starting to not care anymore why should I after I feel like this? Oh I talk to the women I like in a few ways, I wonder am I being tested but for what? Like I was tested when I heard gun shots and then saw the getaway car in the wrong order? I know they were fireworks but I saw the real affect of a gunshot 2 minutes later; I guess that is fate testing me as my problems fell away like the wing from a crippled warplane, down we go! Then I tried to help but was so fucking powerless all I could do was to dial the number, I did...
Her shouts for help changed my life forever and I'll never forget her screams or seeing a woman and her kids become a widow and fatherless that night. I don't give a fuck what he did to end up like that of course I know it wasn't good. War on my towns' streets, unending now her and myself are a victim collateral damage in this war. That time a certain gal wasn't there for me, I had to deal with it on my own. Tell me motherfucker how do I deal with the effects of a 9mm bullet? Imagine they were 23mm Soviet cannon fire on a spyplane, a Cold War widow by the dozen lied to by her folk.
What about me I ask? No I'm not selfish I'm just asking a question. One I lady connected with is part taken but we're friends and that for me is good, why I was drawn to her I don't know - same radar profile. My lady in the land of sheep is uneasy too much to deal with, can't risk what we have for some trash romance but what if? The one who blew me doesn't matter that way, one of the lads; no strings. When my lady in green girl called me I looked in the mirror, she creates like me and has moods and distress like me. Together? I don't know my, our, ordeal continues. Will I lose?
I free wheel through today knowing things should be better but are not, I'm starting to not care anymore why should I after I feel like this? Oh I talk to the women I like in a few ways, I wonder am I being tested but for what? Like I was tested when I heard gun shots and then saw the getaway car in the wrong order? I know they were fireworks but I saw the real affect of a gunshot 2 minutes later; I guess that is fate testing me as my problems fell away like the wing from a crippled warplane, down we go! Then I tried to help but was so fucking powerless all I could do was to dial the number, I did...
Her shouts for help changed my life forever and I'll never forget her screams or seeing a woman and her kids become a widow and fatherless that night. I don't give a fuck what he did to end up like that of course I know it wasn't good. War on my towns' streets, unending now her and myself are a victim collateral damage in this war. That time a certain gal wasn't there for me, I had to deal with it on my own. Tell me motherfucker how do I deal with the effects of a 9mm bullet? Imagine they were 23mm Soviet cannon fire on a spyplane, a Cold War widow by the dozen lied to by her folk.
What about me I ask? No I'm not selfish I'm just asking a question. One I lady connected with is part taken but we're friends and that for me is good, why I was drawn to her I don't know - same radar profile. My lady in the land of sheep is uneasy too much to deal with, can't risk what we have for some trash romance but what if? The one who blew me doesn't matter that way, one of the lads; no strings. When my lady in green girl called me I looked in the mirror, she creates like me and has moods and distress like me. Together? I don't know my, our, ordeal continues. Will I lose?
