Stereotypes

What I Like

I like what I like I can't stress that enough
I like to eat pussy and suck dick what?
Yes I'm bi people spread the news
What I call liberation society calls confused
Which one I like more boys or girls?
I can't decide I'm trapped between two worlds
Why should I have to choose between dudes and cunts?
They both got certain things that I want
Men have charm, women have finesse
I don't like one any more or any less
Than the other to me they're all the same
Both sexes are contestants in my love game
I want to fuck both at the same time
There's no way in hell I'm a make up my mind
Is me being a bisexual male a crime?
Gay and straight to me has a very thin line
Clits or dicks which one should I lick?
Which ever one I'm feeling at the moment I'll pick
Eeny, meeny, miney, mo
Male or female which one I'll take home?
I like what I like I can't stress that enough
I like to eat pussy and suck dick what?

Sitars And Stars  


The Indian Sitar
sounds its sliding neck
the yellow star
burns the viking deck
did I somehow
remember now
that I did know
to forget  .
balancing my mind
a constant rhyme
ageless in time
to mesmorise
closing of the eyes
I visualise
colour cloud sighs
Emerald inset  .


In control
I balanced on a pole
high up from the earth
Violins in a church
waiting for the dearth
life the phoney show
sat upon the perch
if only you could know
more candles glow
for sure .



Sitars like stars
go up and down
musical clouds
buzz around
a cerebal recall
multiple times do fall
all big in space
is small
you dig
you  retrace
your haul
this life is a race
for all
to be etched
on a floating balled
two faced
revolving wall .



 

I can't let myself catch up with me. I keep running from an empty shadow that chases. I have lost myself in an alley of darkness, and I managed to drag you along? Now we remain, two lovers who may never recover from our love wounds, so why not stick together? Ok.
I will love you till eternity. Because it is what I am supposed to do.
It is how you are taught to love true.

The girl standing next to you
The one you glance at
Judgment quickly
sizing her up

You look at her
Seeming normal
Though bad fashion sense
Hair a little messy
Now, you think you don't like her

You hear her talk
She speaks funny
And what is that on her face
Some sort of weird glasses
Now, you know you don't like her

You see the extior
You see the skin
You see the disability
But you don't see the true her

You don't see her kind heart
Or her pain and sorrow
You don't see the brains
You don't see me

You didn't bother speaking to me
My appearance speaking for me
I didn't pass the test
Neither did you