I have tried to be a good man
a proper man
a gentle man
everything wisdom
(not testosterone)
suggests a man should be
soft sharp movements
of a well tailored suit
kind eyes
and consideration
-always consideration.Why then am I humbled
by the certainty
that should the lumberjacks turn
they could swallow me whole
I know from the letters I get that many of the men who read my column use my moves and words to aid them with the ladies. And to them, I say, stop biting on my styles. For serious, you don't steal another man's seductive moves and pass them off as your own. This column is not a giveaway. This column allows you to learn and observe a serious player play. That is all. Get your own skills.
Damn. Ask me anything
I’d blanket you in metaphors
and whispered softly je t’adores
would warm your ear as sun to skin
No adjectives so sweet as sin
The lines left on my fingertips
would space in breath upon your lips
and pressed thereon might then convey
what poetry oft fails to say
but tries in every sigh exhaled
as I do still, although I’ve failed
to craft the words not yet conceived
to earn a love that wouldn’t leave
…It was several springs ago, when the game of seduction became easy for me…
She has neither language nor discourse; but she creates tongues and hearts, by which she feels and speaks.
It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall,
The dark threw patches down upon me also;
The best I had done seem’d to me blank and suspicious;
My great thoughts, as I supposed them, were they not in reality meagre?
would not people laugh at me?
It is not you alone who know what it is to be evil;
I am he who knew what it was to be evil;
I too knitted the old knot of contrariety,
Blabb’d, blush’d, resented, lied, stole, grudg’d,
Had guile, anger, lust, hot wishes I dared not speak,
Was wayward, vain, greedy, shallow, sly, cowardly, malignant;
The wolf, the snake, the hog, not wanting in me,
The cheating look, the frivolous word, the adulterous wish, not wanting,
Refusals, hates, postponements, meanness, laziness, none of these wanting.
See Life’s a job and it’s stopped taking applications.
Oh no my eyes are turning bloodshot, I’m going on a trip! I look like I’m doped out of my gourd!
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Enough with the 3D movie shit.
seriously.
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@theeeezy @ifeelpurple (Taken with instagram)
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The blooms were late
when April failed to demonstrate
her proper form
No peony
can spring from earthen prison free
unless it’s warmed
But entered... -
dark humour isn’t everybody’s cup of liquidized dead baby
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die
Death is imminent, so no one should fear it.
burn me with a cigaretteand watches the ashes fall,
fall to the ground
unless the wind...
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Stay
Don’t ask me, love
to stay tonight
if hesitance
in heart so pure
pervades and might
in morning light
weigh heavily
with doubt endured
Hold... -
Oliver Barrett
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While everyone else looks like a whore for pajama day I’ll be wearing snoopy pants and a man shirt. #thuglyf (Taken with instagram)
