I hate my pride,
And the way I’m never satisfied.
I love my drive to work and make,
Even if it’s just for motion’s sake.
I hate my reluctance to make a stand,
Even when the embers of my anger are fanned.
I respect my lack of complaints,
Though it doesn’t put me with the saints.
There are many sides to me,
Some I love, others a don’t want to see.
I have good traits and bad,
Some are happy, some are sad.
I try to maintain self respect,
Though I know I’ll never be perfect.
I see things.
I’ve seen children of means doing demeaning things.
And sons of poverty who spread their wings.
I’ve seen grown men beg for life,
And children throw it away to avoid a little strife.
I’ve seen grandiose homes with filth and grime,
And homeless camps that pristinely shine.
I have seen some men tell the truth.
I’ve seen more lie despite the proof.
I’ve seen sorrow and courage,
Calm and rage.
I’ve seen precious little contentment and plenty of resentment.
I’ve heard women scream as I stand at their door,
Because I’ve come to tell them they aren’t mothers anymore.
I’ve seen bad men get their due,
And self righteous ones who have no clue.
I’ve seen lots of things as a police man.
Some things others never can.
Oh my darling, I love you so.
You are my everything and cure my woe.
I feel strong when you stand beside me.
And your wisdom helps me clearly see.
My love for you blooms like a flower.
It grips me with ever growing power.
I cannot escape it. I am your slave.
Though others may think I rant and rave,
For the first time ever my path is clear.
My purpose is to hold and protect you my dear.
To the world you will be my wife.
But to me, you are my life.
I’ve got a girl,
Who makes my heart unfurl,
My emotions, she makes twirl,
This very special girl.
She’s cute as a kitten,
So sexy it can’t be written,
I’d find it very fitting,
If next to me she were sitting.
She is spicy as cinnamon butter,
She doesn’t fill her mind with useless clutter,
She is always good to me,
And who I am she tries to see.
I want to explore her mind,
And see all there is to find.
We seem to fit like a hand and glove.
So this is what some call love.
I can always count on you.
To me you have always been true.
Your warmth always soothes my pain,
And you ease my mind of strain.
On cold nights I know you’re there.
And so I will always care.
You never fail to interest me,
With all your spectrum that I see.
In winter you are steamy and hot,
And you occupy my waking thought.
In summer you sooth me with coolness.
Always sweet and and without bitter cruelness.
You will always be the one for me.
No other drink is as good as tea.
Once again I’m single.
Soon enough I’ll start to mingle.
I’m sad things did not work out.
But at the same time I lack doubt,
That I will be alright.
For though I may have lost this fight,
There is a new feeling of possibility.
Though I know there is small probability,
Of finding the dream girl, I am set free,
To look and search and see.
It seems to be the hunt that provides the thrill.
And that’s just a matter of will.
So perhaps I’ll just search forever,
Or maybe just till whenever,
I find little Miss Right.
That should be quite a sight.
Till then I’ll enjoy my space.
I’ll take pleasure in the race,
And run hard even if I don’t expect to win,
To do otherwise would be a sin.
Love never got me anything but misery and pain,
So I’ve broken that chain.
I don’t love anyone or anything.
Whenever that thought starts to take wing,
I remind myself that no one cares,
About how my life fares.
It’s very easy to see,
When I remember what loving did to me.
I will love no one.
With the subject I am done.
I see no reason to beseech,
For that which is out of reach.