We are driven by a need to bond
Driven by a desire so strong
Driven by a need to find a loving mate
Driven to find that elusive twin flame.
It’s a biological imperative
And it drives us all insane
A need to find a soul mate and then to procreate
It’s a feeling of completeness
And it tears at our hearts
The need to find a love that’s written in the stars.
And when we find that love
That companion for life
We dream of happy days and a happy life
But nothing is ever guaranteed if you don’t put in the work
And it may all just end in tears pain and hurt.
So a message to the wise devote yourself to them
But don’t forget to allow them plenty of freedom
The chance to feel that they can spread there wings and fly free
Do not take them for granted
Or their desire will be to leave.
So keep the fires burning keep the passion burning bright
Help them find themselves so they can shine so bright
Offer them a love that is unconditional
And they will cherish you forever and harken to loves call.
Almost straight from birth
Men don’t seem to understand
A woman’s total worth.
They think they’re there for the pleasure
Candy for the eye
Men don’t seem to understand and lack the intelligence to see why.
Women are more than just a plaything
They’re not just your pet
Something that you see simply as second best.
They are a precious piece of life
Who can be independent and strong
Capable of so much love and passion
For all men or at least the ones
Who treat them good and treat them right
And respect them all as equal
A part of a feminine masculine alliance of intellectual
Spiritual souls of wisdom participating in this life
Beautiful yes and sensual yes every man’s delight.
But they are so much more than just commodities because in their own right
They are creator’s of all we see all of human life.
The carriers of the human seed
That spawn life and care for it
And protect it in the womb
They are everything in life to me and I will grant them any boon.
For women are the ones that gives us life from birth
And men should understand this more
And understand their worth.
Women are amazing
but women are more than just this
a creation by God that in the bible says came
From Adams third rib.
There just to keep men company that’s sexist and so wrong
Women are the ones that will decide to prolong
The existence of the human race
They have the power and choice
So isn’t it about time we heard more of their voice.
In a world dominated by repressed and perverted suited men
Who if they carry on will bring this whole world to an end.
Women are creators
Where as men we just destroy
Time to balance up this world and let women in much more
And with their love and warm embrace
We may all then rejoice in a feminine masculine alliance that prospers life on earth.
She wears leather she wears lace
she has the most beautiful face
she wears flowers in her hair
and she dances everywhere
she is a women of refinement
but with rebellion in her soul
she crazy mad and wonderful
she refuses to get old.
She is blessed with so much intellect
that she is wiser than you see
she is filled with love and passion
and a sense of self belief.
She is angelic when she wants to be
she is very naughty to
she is an unbelievable woman
with nothing at all to prove.
Her confidence is like a light
it shines and lights up all the dark
she always has a smile on her face
and ready for a laugh.
She works out to yoga
and does mindfulness with ease
she is master of meditation
and adept at Reiki.
She does not follow fashion
as she chooses her own style
she has the grace and beauty
to which many she beguiles.
She has everything that I could wish
and that any man could want
this beautiful lady of my dreams
but does she truly really exist.
The loss of a daughter
The anguish and pain
The anger that burns deep
Looking for blame.
She was born perfect
And though she was still
She was my beautiful daughter and will
All ways have a place in my heart
One filled with love but that aches in a dark
Part of my soul I try to suppress
She was my everything she just lacked a breath.
Her eyes closed as if asleep
Her blue, purple lips a sign our grief.
How could it be we suffer such loss
And be expected to cope and bear the cost
Of losing such a precious gift
And knowing that nothing will give my heart a lift.
This is a poem of such a tragic loss no happy ending just sadness that’s all.