Not A Poet

What You See Is……

There was time that when I saw women, I saw sex

So I spoke sex, and I got sex

There was a time that, when I saw me, I saw misery,

So I spoke and sought misery, and thus I got misery

Misery from waking up and trying to remember this stranger’s name

Misery from feeling the familiar void in life’s games

Misery of trying to stay up late as if I could delay a new day of ……misery

Was a time when I saw women I saw greed,

And for some strange reason, all I could get, was greed

Wasn’t what I wanted, but maybe my misery wanted company.

One day someone saw me, and saw hope

So they spoke hope, and they got hope

They turned me to you, and you said “I am love”

Couldn’t see it at first, but when I could see it, I sought it

I could see it, I could get it

One day I met her, and somehow I saw……your…love….in….her

I could see love, I was scared, but I spoke love

And finally I could get love

Thanks for helping me see you, and get you, in everything I do.

Thanks for helping me to see better, so I could get….better

Cautiously Optimistic, while long range realistic

(or is that pessimistic in disguise)

Enjoying the warmth your closeness brings

Trying to forget past breakups and stings

Grover Washington said Let it Flow

Freddy Jackson said Nice and Slow

Stevie said everything is alright,

But Luther said If Only for One Night

So with my feet firm on the ground

While trying to keep my hear out the clouds

Feeling my heart wanting to soar

Ignoring common sense and history’s roar

I know I hold too tightly to past pains

Which is worse than going back down memory lane

Who am I kidding it’s time to be bold

I’ll let go of the reigns and let fate (faith) take hold

Cautiously optimistic, but long range realistic

Life without love, is no life at all

But love sometimes hurts, don’t be afraid to fall