Thing called Satisfaction

It’s like that thing that happens after the fact
Not before; did we think before we act
Not before the fall; but, after all, what sense
Would that make; then there’d be no consequence
To this life spent acting without conscience

Twisted is the maze got me wanting to blaze
Up in smoke, my life dreams, emotional kindling
Setting me a fire, roasting my heart burning my soul
Dammit this shit takes a toll on my wallet taxin my mind
Putting in my two cents, although nothing but chump change
Left for me to spend, but the chump change is better than
No change; or stagnated with dogmatic approaches
Never pragmatic is the a dogma that coaches the masses
How long will this shit last I ask.

Silent mouths of a mime, pictionaries contrary to the mind
Drawn by life makes me weary of spoken words and silent actions
I'd prefer silent words with spoken actions that prevoke reactions
by invoking the power of attraction…still searching life for
Some, not a lot, just a little guaranteed satisfaction…

Dinner For Two

The anticipation is what drives me crazy, thoughts

Rolling around in my mind, you amaze me; caught

In the moment; between ready to order and pass the salt

Never expecting my soul to be blazing; no need to put it out

And extinguish what you started; yeah it’s your fault…lol

Eventually, indelibly this came to be, unbeknown to me

And her if I can presume as much; nah I’m trippin, need to shut up

Thinkin to far ahead even back then in my head, when

On the stairs I seen her, everything a blurr but,

Not her, crystal clear my view, there me and you; Dinner for two!