baby rhyme

as i look over you, look deep into your eyes, place my ear to your chest and hear your heart beat, and you smile back at me, while you lay there comfortably, your small hands grab my pinky, while your legs wiggle, just looking at you, my whole body tingles, your mom and i sprinkle nothing but love and affection, while in my arms caress, your smile only speaks of affection, i could take hours of video clips of you, nothing in this world compares to you, i love it when you make sounds when i tickle you, nothing means more to me than you, i just love laying next to you, when i carry you, i feel my whole new world in my arms, my new goal, i can't believe you came from me, and while you sleep and slumber, i wish i could guide you through all your struggles, i wan't to be there for you, caring for you, never let you fall, and so i fall asleep with your little body beside me, and i dream, and i start to worry about the whole world you have to face, but i just sleep, and doze off with out a trace, praying for the angels to give you wings for the next day...

16 love

i met you when i was 16, first kiss, no one not even till this day, can ever compared, not just physically but morally, and truthfully, i wish, that everything could've been different, but i had to let you go, that what i needed for the both of us to grow, 4 years no convo, not talk, we continued with our life like we never existed, we implanted the image, that we were over, that the summer, was long gone and over, that you got over me and me over you, but somehow, at the back of my mind, you, yes you, where there, and all i needed was to look at our old pictures, and i still have your old blue page letter, yes, christmas, chris + sam, and since we've talked again, you became a friend, someone who understands me, someone who these fake girls can never be, even miles away, i still feel you in the messages you and i display, and i know i am different, grinding in canada has helped form the man i am, and it shocked me that you told me that you expected this from me, and when i told you about my struggles, you only said one thing, you can do it, thats what i call a real woman, cutting out being sentimental, i miss you, sam

how do you paint yourself?

whats wrong with society now a days, everybody is confused with who they are and what they want to be, it all depends on how you want to be viewed or portrayed, create an image that you can be proud of, but now, no one has eyes, looking in the mirror, staring not at who they are but what they look like, what happened to dressing like a man, what happened to acting like a woman, but it all depends on how you define a man, is one who devourer six packs, big ass belly, rugged personality, no way im going to be like that when im 40, 50 or even 60, a man is a provider, holds his ground when shit gets rough, lives for himself, wife and his kids, never close to imprisonment in the bin, never close to designer products, manicure, knows how to handle torture, intellectual but not cocky, fit but not showy, attractive to only one woman, clean cut, never messy or pretty, fucking, why isn't society portraying them, where are they, all i see are commercials of pretty men with shaved chests, clean faces, fuck, im all for sensitivity, but only in front of your wifey, im all for higher self esteem but keep it clean not pretty, damn where is our society heading when the supposedly head of the family is either cheating on his wife or acting all faggity, what are your kids going to say, im telling you its all about what you want to paint, how you want to be portrayed.