The dog who won't let me commit suicide

The dog who won't let me commit suicide

Some years ago there was a dog born into my life

He was born at a time that I thought I was with my future wife.

His name is Mack and he seems to attract more women than do I

But you see there is something he does special for me

Sometimes he gets under my last nerve and I have to wonder if it's all really worth

The troubles the struggles and the pain I feel inside

But when he comes with tail Waggin and pawing at me it gets awfully hard to commit suicide...

It blows my mind how in sync and in touch he appears s to be with my emotions

I know his loyalty would stay with me north and south and from both of the oceans

He will lay firmly and cuddly by me in the bed

Sometimes when I think of how much love he does give I want to cry

Sometimes when I realize he's the only one that does give love I want to die

So time and time again he will continue to stay by my side

Continuously earning the title
The dog who won't let me commit suicide

I cannot speak for him or try to always imagine how he must feel

All I get are his actions and his expressions and realize how it is real

Just like me I hope for the future that we both find a good bitch

(Lllllllllladies I mean that in the kindest of ways)

Perhaps one day we'll both be true mack daddies!

We both have lost their mothers and it's a double loss for myself

If any of you reading this actually no eyes you know we both live for  LOVE wealth.

My motto is: "Of Love, money or happiness , give me LOVE more than I can be both rich and happy"

Some of you may think that this was too dark... Some of you may think that this was too sappy

Either way I personally don't give a duck but if you throw one in the air Mack may just have to go fetch it

So to bring this writing up to speed... I do have a point oh yes indeed

Someday both Mack and I will be  fathers

And long after all the tears have dried
SHE will be...

The dog who won't let me commit suicide

I.I. DO YA?

~Seeming to be impossible~

It has been said that most of us men think with our dicks,
And while I won't contest that for a minute,
I will ask WHY is it that when you are looking for the ONE,
It is harder to find anyone deeper than a coffee spill on a countertop?
Does Intellectual Intercourse NOT exist? (not mindfucking)
So the ONLY question left is...Do YA?

A Simple Wish

~inspired from a true wish~

So with this simple thought
I shall digress unto a spot
Where the tress are towering
And the LOVE is overpowering
The river flows
and the LOVE grows
Then I look
And put down the book
To find that you are right
Here with me holding me so tight!

SOULMATE

I am but a 3 looking for my other 3
Born into this world a dark mystery
Travelling through such misery
Looking for my true destiny
Leaving it up to fate
But won't it be so great
4 when the 2 3's finally come together
WE will form the perfect 8
SOULMATE

Behind Eyes So Blue

When someone says “ All I want is you”

I ask how can that be true.

What happens when you look deep into these eyes so very blue?

What do you truly see?

Am I really your soul’s “True North”, your fate, your ultimate destiny?

So, you see those pointed words can have such an uninhibited power…

That the feelings must be growing stronger and stronger

Day by day, hour by hour!!!

So can you say “All that I need is you?”

Doubtfully, I must sadly digress

For you see If you all you truly needed was me,

That would put your heart and soul in distress

Leaving it closed to any of the offerings of the outside world.

I would ecstatically accept that you do want and need me in your life,

If only you had a way to show it to me, but that might leave you feeling vulnerable and hurt.

For, ultimately the fear would consume you that the feelings would be like wind blowing in the dirt.

You would question your own feelings as well

And day after day dwell

In the promise that we would always be together and never part.

If only that could be…

Search your soul, search your heart…

Finally ask yourself, WHAT are your true feelings for ME.

Then let me know

Or let me go

So dare you actually breathe the words in my ear

If so, I am right here, writing this behind eyes so very blue

Right here, just waiting for YOU!!!

Ready To Turn The page

Ready to turn the page

On this atrocious motherfucking trainwreck of a year.

Oh don’t get me wrong,

Like lyrics to a  Zeppelin song

It wasn’t all that bad

However the good did NOT outweigh the BAD!

Nor did the happiness be victorious over the sad

2013, I say goodbye, good riddance and FUCK YOU!!!

I am so ready for something NEW…

Time to examine my “moral compass” and travel to its “True North”

Seems like “EVERY” year is this reset, refresh, restart

Just winding up right back in the pit of the pendulum

But NOT 2014…I say

Hell no, NO WAY!!!

For you see, 2014 will be the year that I do ME!!!

2014 Pair O’ Dice Machers Farm will come to life,

It may even be with my future wife.

Everything is unknown

Only thing for certain is it’s high time for this motherfucker to find a HOME!!!

2013 was both the incarnate of the number 13 and the

NUMBER 23.

2013 wasn’t much good to me.

No good changes

Just what life temporarily rearranges.

But as I sit here about to go into a rage,

 I most definitely realize that it is time to “Turn the Page”

May 2014 be full of good fortune

I am ready

Ready to  do what is right for me, by me.

So without further sadness or rage,

I say FUCK YEAH…let’s turn the page!!!

So Ready To Turn The Page…

Today Would Be a Great Day For Suicide

Today would be a great day for suicide.
My heart, soul, and body have all but died.
I pined for her for far too long...
Only to have  her tell me that I don't belong.
One woman has completely destroyed me...
How could I be so blind to not see
That she obviously didn't want to be with me anymore...
That now she is living like a junkie and a whore.
Today she puts it in my face..
like she did when she kicked me out of her place.

Move the fuck on she texts...
She wants to be over me so bad...
All she could show me was being mad.
Yes, today would be a great day for suicide...
Numb on the outside
Mainly dead on the inside.

A big part of me has died...
yet she lives
and I deal with the pain deep inside!!!

I wanted the rest of my life to be by her side
Yet, today appears to be a great day for suicide.

What could I have done NOT to have lost her?
Was I really saving her from herself?
Was she saving me from me?

Every day I awake and realize that she is not with me anymore,
How do I go on, "What's this life for?"

They say that there is someone for everyone...
they call that person our "soul mate"

Shauneah Joanne Claremboux,
I really thought that you were that "one" for me.

Now you are on a great high
while inside day by day
hour by hour
I slowly die!!!

I wanted to spend the rest of my my days by YOUR side,
Yet, today appears to be a great day for suicide.

You saw me one last time...
I asked you if it was "Goodbye"
You told me "NO!"
Then days later you texted me
"We aren't together anymore"

You broke my heart
making sure that you and I were apart
You "erased" me like I never was in your life,
Yet I wanted you to be my wife!!!

Today, you made me realize that
It would be a great day for suicide.

Either way, live or die
YOU are gone from my life