Bamboo Sticks & Circus Tricks

I’m doing it again. Showing Some Signs of My Careless Nature.
Showing Some Signs that I’m being Careless about My Future.
I will never be truly satisfied
Desire way too much but the loss of interest has me terrified.
I want to do so much in this world.
Yet I stray away from my true love as I’m looking for a Girl.
A Girl that can physically hold me, Caresses Me as She Undresses Me.
Heal Me with that Lust you call poison, Sorry I’m a True Mess You See.
Forgetting My True Love for Your Sex Organ.
Only to have My Heart equal to a Broken Accordion.
Why am I doing this to myself?
This is so not good for my Health.
But Am I forgetting that My True Love is My Dreams and I’m Afraid that will turn into Nightmares.
My Reality got me at a young age showing me a couple scares.
The Tossing and Turning
The Constant Yearning
For My Greatest Desires, It has awaking My Sleepless Nights.
And finally when I enter my dreamland, I always Star in These Epic Fights.
I wake up to a Cutscene called Reality.
Seeing Some Signs that My Friends are a little mad at me.
Is it because they notice my potential yet wonder why I quickly develop a Lack of Interest.
Am I showing signs that I can care less?
I don’t understand why this is happening or why I’m doing this
I’m sure this wasn’t apart of my to do list.
From Dreams to Hobbies I’ll suddenly have this Lack of Pleasure.
I don’t enjoy these signs, For you I’ll reassure.
That I truly hate these signs of depression
I hate myself letting them get to me as if I walked into a training session.
When will I overcome These Series of Sudden Sadness?
Some Signs, Sometimes! …I stare at the Ceiling entering into Madness.

I’m Listening.
Yes I’m Listening to the same song that makes my reality sparkle, Simply Glistening.
Oh The Nostalgia!
Oh How I need more of ya!
This Melody is simply Nostalgic.
Remember our night of passion before “We” turned Tragic.
Nothing Matter than that Night.
Our Night! My Visions I saw, You Corrupted My Sight.
The Memory of You Destroyed My Mind.
Leaving me a true wreck, You are so Kind.
But I’m not bitter about it
This is something that I wanted, I Allowed it.
I simply allowed myself to get vulnerable.
When you grabbed me, tenderly as you do, I became Incapable.
Incapable of putting my guard up.
I guess I was overwhelmed with your love, the equivalent to you overfilling a cup.
Was that Water or Passion that you filled me up with?
I’m pretty sure it was alcohol since I’m Love Drunk or on some type of lift.
I mean some type of high.
Those Erotic Sounds and Intimacy didn’t transform to a Lie.
I wonder if you think about me.
I wonder when I think of you why you turned into a catastrophe.
A complete mess.
Like me when you had the best.
I can’t believe I’m thinking about you again.
You were fake like a Barbie Doll, you still looking for a Ken?
I wish for a time where I can go back to this.
I wish I go back to this Nostalgic Bliss.
But leaving me this memory isn’t the greatest crime
I’m just listening to the sound of our first time.

From a young age to an old you know Everyone has dreams.
From big to small, one will have more or less hopes and dreams.
I’m glad I’ve been able to Fly with Clipped Wings.
Even though My Sorrow is louder than a choir when it sings.
And you ask me how I can even do the Impossible
It’s easy. I’ve been fighting for years, I’m just strong enough to know that I’m Possible.
Roll with Punches and Spar with Your Demons
I’m sure once you notice your own flaws you’ll make Amends.
Do something to make up for your flaws.
You should know better to belief in your limited belief, you’re limited to your own laws.
Fly with Clipped Wings! Let your imagination run wild.
Spice things up a bit, don’t be a Lame, who the hell wants mild?
What? You lack some ambition?
You need an outlet? Use Music as a Private Tuition.
Because I know I do
Why you think that my potential and hard work flew.
Clipped Wings because I let fear tear them asunder.
I still wanted to Fly so I sat here for years as I ponder.
The Thoughts turned into Actions as Escapism wasn’t going to get me anywhere.
But The Thoughts made me realize that sooner or later I can get there.
Speaking Louder with My Actions as I made my mind switch.
Even through The Depression you can crawl out of your emotional ditch.
Don’t watch the game on the sidelines.
You should be out their blowing people’s minds.
Call me The Waterboy, I Visualize and Attack.
Chest out and head on straight knowing I’m on the right track.
You still wondering with My Clipped Wings how I can Fly.
But when you see The Miracle of My Success you’ll just sit back and say “Oh My”.

I need the Human Touch.
But I don’t want to seem like I’m being a Crutch.
My Behavior is Crippling with a First Aid Kit and Such.
Trying to be Reckless and Careful at the same time with a girl who’s always telling me “You’re too much”.
Really? Cause I was wondering if I was doing this right.
Do you mind if I’m this close? Are you afraid of me? Do you fall victim to some type of Plight?
I guess I’m the only one to find myself in a Dangerous situation but I try to take it light.
But it seems to be super heavy when my heart tries to fight.
Can I deal with the Physicality?
Notice how I get a bit physical when I see somebody pretty.
The touching, grabbing, and pulling is so much better than the self-pity.
The Pain goes away when I’m welcomed by a tittie comity.
I’m glad that the feeling is Mutual.
I wanna drown myself with your love to stop me for being so lyrical.
I find that to be a Miracle.
Because I ramble way too much but I think I’m being way too critical.
About my habits, about my goals, about my life.
I’m trying not to settle in general, I’m not ready for a Wife.
I’ve dealt with Commitment and always seems to lead me into Strife.
Guess I’m too emotional and you can cut the tension with a knife.
Or with a Blade
Watch The Passion flow out of me like a Cascade
I need more! The kissing, the biting, the clawing as I begin a Raid.
On the beautiful body because nothing is better than this moment here! Damn I got it made!
She told me to calm it down.
I don’t want to feel cocky and appear to be a clown.
Nor do I want you to leave me, don’t give me a reason to frown.
But I understand your concern since I act a little promiscuous when I’m in Town.
I don’t want to settle and I like variety so I understand why you calling me a Manwhore.
But I don’t think you understand the amount of pain that I felt, it hit me from within my core.
And I don’t think my mind wants to restore
Because it knows better, I’m just more focused on other women’s allure.
But Hey, don’t take this out on me.
At least I’m straight up with you, I’m a Walking Catastrophe.
Not trying to deal with any type of relationship, I told myself I’m not allowed to be.
That’s only until I’m much older and I have a certain degree, Possibly in Psychology.
I’m “Physically Emotional”. Only my body wants to deliver a certain type of emotion.
My mind wouldn’t mind if you weren’t equip with a Love Potion.
Love can drown us and I don’t want to be in that ocean.
There’s nothing wrong with lust, and with us, I’m glad we can give in to This Erotic Motion.

“Hmm, Maybe I should buy it” I said
As I saw a Mother’s Day card that read “Name one thing that describes your mom”.
And I knew it was such an unfair card that’s why I didn’t buy it.
But right off the bat I said “Beautiful” because that’s what my mother is.
Beauty In and Out, Thank you for bringing me into this world.
I know nothing is perfect in this world but my mother reminds me of a flawless pearl.
I’m glad to have had a mother like you.
You gave me some guidance when I didn’t have a clue.
You saw my happiness.
You became the first witness.
You also saw me at my lowest.
Even though I’m glad that I can be Modest.
I didn’t want you to be worried.
I try to focus on everyone else so I myself wouldn’t get worried.
Suicidal thoughts always running through my mind and as I hold this gun
I said “I should of been a better son”
But she’ll always told me that I’m a good son.
And sometimes I would look at her like “Yeah, that’s a Good One.”
Another Mothers day has passed and I was so poor that I couldn’t buy her anything, once again.
I want to be a better son but when?
I know times is hard but I wanna be there for you like you always been there for me.
I wish I can come by and say “Hey Mom, Happy Mothers Day! I paid all your bills.
You don’t know how bad I wanna help you out. As fast as I can, I hope speed kills.
Kills All the pain or stress you may feel.
But I know I know, unfortunately time heals
And I don’t know how much longer you have left on this planet.
But I know I’m going to make you truly proud of me, I Plan on it.
And I know your patience wears thin.
But I feel as though I need pay you guys back somehow, I have to Pay My Kin.
I wanna buy my mother a new house.
Let her live for free. And won’t be afraid about a single mouse.
I never get to see my mother that often, almost not at all.
And sometimes I act like I don’t know how to use a working phone, it’s called a Phone Call.
But she knows I love her.
So one day I’ll write an actual letter.
Dear Mom, I know I’m much older now.
But with the knowledge I have obtained I already know how.
How to make our life better.
I got a plan, I love you mom, you’ll start to see it when I deliver you a special letter.

They say I’m uncommitted
They are afraid I can never stick with it.
I’m very indecisive.
Looking at the things I want and Need in my life makes me terrified saying “Look at all the prices”.
When society says I have commitment issues.
Are they talking about my ambitions or the many times girls tell me all the I Miss You’s?
And I don’t want to misuse a girl’s heart or be accused.
Of being a Pathetic Failure.
For years I felt sorry for myself looking for a cure.
But maybe it’s because I’m indecisive that I don’t actually stick with a goal of mine.
With a Dream of Mine! I let self-doubt take away my potential shine.
With all my talents I know I can shine with hard work you’ll begin to see that I can glow in the dark.
Hit the Circuit breaker so I can see the magnificent spark.
I know I talk to the talk.
I’m a loud mouth, and shit talker but can I walk the walk?
I know I can but it seems I truly developed issues of commitment.
If I don’t cure it myself I’m just asking for more punishment.
But I got my head on straight now, yet I’m no longer committed to Love.
I guess I do have problems. I want Lust, I want a Companion, I want someone’s hand to hold, or just all of the above.
Seriously, I’m a true mess.
When I emotional fall for one I see commitment as a Test.
I’m a loyalist if I’m in a relationship so there’s no need to cheat.
Yet My heart has been broken quite a lot so I always feel the defeat.
That’s why I like one night stands and friends with benefits.
I mean, It’s beneficial to us both if lust commits.
So at first sight I might only think about that which makes me look promiscuous.
But when I get to know you and you see my good heart, I only ask for a kiss.
And when you finally see who I truly am
You’ll be overwhelmed with my charm that the only thing you can say is “Damn”.
But I see it now more than ever
I’m committed to my own dreams and goals. So when you ask when I’ll quit I’ll say “Never!”
But they say never say never and I wonder if it’s only towards my fantasy.
Trying to destroy it by showing me some reality.
But I know it’s hard that’s why I gotta stay with it.
How will I ever look in the mirror and say I am Legit.
I’m only focused on my core. So for the outside looking in, I don’t need the judgement.
If it can’t be in a relationship, best believe my hopes and dreams is my only commitment.

You never seem to Astonish me.
I’m talking about all the women I’ve seen on the planet showing signs that my mind has sudden signs of catastrophe.
My mind encounters this sudden disaster when I see attractive women.
Sometimes I see it on their face when they look at me. It reads “is everything okay with him?”
Oh My! Fix yourself together!
I always try to approach women finding something to say that’s clever.
Trying to play Mister Smooth.
But sometimes my nervous energy gets to me leaving me paralyzed so I won’t be able to move.
But damn it I’m Cool.
Why is it that I try so hard like I never went to school.
I mean I learned all the tricks to pick up chicks.
Suddenly a girl approaches me and I’m like “oh wow hi I mean welcome to dick’s.”
Damn it I meant Kohl’s, Her beauty caught me off guard
She just wanted directions to shoes, why do I make this so hard?
I start to feel a bit sorry for myself.
But I stop that quick because it’s not good for your health.
So I just do a bit of sight seeing
Until I take a break from it all and start peeing.
Wash my hands and face wishing I can get out this place.
I feel as though I really need to approach a woman but time I shouldn’t waste.
So I wander around this god forsaken store.
I must be looking for a cure.
And then suddenly my eyes noticed a blast from the past.
A Girl that use to work here but her time went by so fast.
Astonished to see her, glad I can finally rekindle an old friendship.
Something that’s always good to see after a bit of hardship.
Seeing her face made me forget my temporary pain.
Talking to her without a forced conversation kept me somewhat sane.
I really thought she left this entire town.
She hugged me and said you should definitely take my number down.