Pumpkin Pies

Call me pumpkin pies /
'cause I see tha truth in yo eyez /
You in love with my thunda thighs.

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Oh my little yellow squash /
Pet names are all complete hogwash /
It doesn't matter what you say /
so much as being said in a loving way:

I could call you kitten pops /
Or Pimp-Daddy On-the-Rocks /
It doesn't really matter what /
only that we both agree /
so that it's both of us in harmony /

So if you are plain bored /
by the cuteness of gourds /
I will just have to change my words /
until I find a line we can both afford.

Falling Leaves

Falling Leaves

Friends drop like falling leaves,
whether from their own insecurities
or work-forced travel overseas.
Beginning t feel like I can't see
the forest for the trees,
my bark peeling
because I try too hard to please.

But realizing, just maybe,
the rot is all around me.
Pushing it's way in -
Pastors talk of hell and sin;
the demons, they surround you,
don't let them in.
When unwanted thoughts rankle,
then fester like disease,
let them blow away like falling leaves.

With practice, you can gain the ease
for letting go of noncommittal friends,
of goodbye, sadness, and loose ends.
Those with self-image so distorted,
that your friendship must quickly be aborted
for fear their selfishness will take root in you;
You've sen how easily it could become true.
That's backwards growth you don't want,
Prune those thoughts needing to be shrunk.

Molded Love

Much as the cheese
we bought together
has molded in the fridge

over time so too
 has our romance
withered and died

It is a cold, forgotten
thing at the back
corner of a fridge

The small part
that still lives there
acquiring a bluish tinge

a visual reminder
of a toxic coupling
no longer tasted safely

you can no longer eat
you can no longer breathe
in fear of what
it might do to you.