JUST A WOMAN.

They sing their songs of bitches on heat
Of what they want to give, she knows she wants
Their lust heating up their jeans.

Big bad and dirty, drool at their seems
Itching for a loving
Know what I mean.

Cant keep control so turned on
By images, portrayal of demise
Born to lie, to live and lie right down.

There must be more to life
Than sweaty thighs and school boy dreams
Hanging tongue on the track
Wasted like object – desired and despised.

Well looky here, the time has come
Too late for apologies
The woman has come of age at last.

Join together as one to repel
The borders of your flesh that creeps
From unwarranted attentions sticking to you.

There is refuge from the fray
In mild brown eyes that turn to green
Here tomorrow is always today
You make your choice and so you stay or play.

No need to take the opposite path
This ones just as good
So face the stories, you might be seen as, a bitch in heat
But you are a woman first and foremost – be proud.

And there will always be those
Who say you dress to oh so impress
This might be true, what says you?

But unwarranted attentions sometimes please
So should you crave only these to feel so good
Yet resist when those who bolster your self
Fail to desist?

GRUM

JUDY.

Watching like a Cyclops
The image flickers too close
Nonplussed by demonic proportions
The sentiments are cold.
Then open to reveal bi-axially
Dreams are never at last breath
Revive, survive, has to be done
Come take the hand accept the rule
One more fool for one more day.

Its never past coffee time
Drink the wine taste this land
Where else lies the torment so enjoyed
Believe in hope and it will believe through you.
Who did wrong stepped on the toes
Why does image never become reality
If love is the angel where is she now
Can time be a healer, if it has the time.

Here yonder open mind and heart
Points the finger beckoning in
Trace the release without its ruin
Caught not unlike a rat in a race
Running, losing breath for one more circuit
Here is the stole from the former farce.
Take note of the note with which this lies
No lies bespoke the lips of babes
And where are they now, when given in
Set to face forever the oblivion so sought.

Shelter what was propagation, grow anew
Season like before and flower again
Shout, but speak in whisper tones
The name you seek to set free
The coil can never hold forever within
Its grasp the freewill.

Waiting is not defeatism
Tears not the enemy of hope
Hate is never an answer
Only trust can launch a thousand days.

GRUM