Love is not worth a lifetime for

Love is not worth a lifetime for;

Only Death brews lifelong—

To the lips, coursing drunk, wherefor

Have all the daft lovers gone?

Love lost Her grapple for;

For the grope and the throng—

For the Great Lamb in Paramour

Hast raped the muddy Swan!

Why not lust one life evermore,

Than allow dust t’prolong?

Till Nature’s thrust comes nevermore

In Love’s blinding singsong—

Man’s propensity t’score;

To steal and have a proclaimed Prong,

To flaunt hither and thither for

Coiling Women’s diphthong—

They do lie well in double-score;

By speech, divides the tongue—

Emotion purged in loss and lore:

Love’s tale doth best Her song.

Love is not worth a lifetime, for

Life’s but a world furlong—

For living passion is cocksure

T’surpass in gobs among

The maid and the maiden’s door—

Through in and out, along

Slinky moans and a silk contour

It’s Lust in love’s sarong!

What is love that was not lust before?

Mayhaps a word, or a strong

Odor exuded from the Core;

Or A-night stand oblong?

The misconception lies, therefore,

‘Tween Love and Lust’s erelong

State is not a hair-splitting roar,

But the placement of Tongue.

This World In Reality

This world in reality is a soft kind of beat;

It gives us a pretense and confines defeat,

And we're all living with crazies; the Crazies like Me!

From nothing to zero, you satirize the fool,

From infant to Hero; The Myth is your tool--

It sounds like chatter just include talking too,

This world is a place where Hate does persist,

Enchanting the view where only Love should exist,

You've fallen like Clowns from Smile to the grifts...

It's a beatnik agenda no one can save

Being in Costume, aghast, no stand can shake,

You've taken the leaf 'fore Spring turned it's fate

This World in Reality, is a soft kind of beat,

Guiding the Tempo, it'll take all you Reap

Until you're old, and broken, with no time to sleep...

This World in Reality is a soft kind of beat,

This World in Reality is a cruel place to be;

This World in Reality is a soft kind of beat.