Mas Sonnets

10.
I don’t care about your feelings
Because you never wonder about mine
I don’t worry how your night went
Because you don’t give mine the time
I don’t ponder how your thoughts flow
In and out of your brain
I’m not concerned if they’ve poisoned you
Or if they’re driving you insane
Because the memories of you are sweeter
Than the reality you’re playing out
The past was choice and now’s a bummer
I’m sure you miss them too; Though I’m riddled with doubts
Because happiness is a choice, I know you’ve heard it said
I’d rather be there when you’re hurting than feel like you’re already dead

11.
Here she is again the women in my dreams
Completely naked; squeaky clean
An inviting smile upon her face
Legs spread to her ears
The smell of roses and tulips and tiger lilies and fears
Her breasts are mountains when she arches her back
They are mountains when her back is flat
Her ebony hair a veil of her passion
It’s dark and enticing and foreboding
It’s satin between my fingertips
The flesh on her lips; use your imagination
Sometimes these dreams trouble me
But after I’ve cum and shuttered and teared
I bury myself inside her like there’s no hope left here

12.
The conditions of happy
Aren’t THAT hard to get
You wake in the morning
You choose it or you don’t
You follow through with a smile
You laugh at someone’s jokes
You hug your family and your friends and you mean it
You listen to a pal vent and give advice sincerely…they need it
The conditions of happy seem to be a task for some people
They come out in the evening
And are looking for trouble
They find you and target you and filet your good mood
They judge the very purpose of your being
They are the worst kind of attitude