CAUTION: COARSE LANGUAGE
Standing vacant – on a dark street corner
I watch as their cars slowly drift by
Hoping on hope – one will give me a try
Excited by not knowing – who’d they be
If it was for my sex, or maybe just for me
Twenty-four by age, ninety-two by trade
Prostitution is how my living is made
I suck cock for the night’s rent
But if it’s my ass he wants to fuck
Less then a hundred, he’s out-a luck
Competition is stiff, the johns can be cruel
A street-boy has to know there are no rules
I’ve been stabbed – I’ve almost died
Staying out-a trouble means being more then street-wise
The truth of it – you need to look deep into their eyes
A john’s story is written all over their face
You gotta read it before going into a dark place
Once blown – the guilt can change their tune
So money up-front before getting on your knees
Or, with their cum still warm in your mouth, its their fist you’ll see
It’s the godly and righteous who look down at people like me
Little do they know, more often, its their husband’s I see
The desperate who want their cock sucked or a boy’s tight ass
The way I see it, society owes me, more respect
Cause without my kind-a service, a lot-a marriages would be a wreck.
naykdpoet 
emotion’s thoughts
Tags: anxiety, art, balance, being, commentary, content, drugs, emotions, fantasy, inspiration, life, mental health, nature, singularity, spontaneity, truth
Zeal
Emotions exposed like a banana peeled;
Love, hate, anxiety; meant to make moments real
Yet uncertain of how they are truly meant to feel,
Nor to the ways, by them, to confidently deal;
Giving rise to multitude of drugs designed to purposely steal;
To subjugate life’s true essence; its spontaneity, its zeal.
Fantasy’s Gain
Lost in a fantasy of the mind
Perfection of reason one can find
No blemish to purpose of any kind
A worldly presence – so sublime
Love’s emotion in all its essence
Nature’s beauty beyond transcendence
Breath to life sparkles with effervescence
Hormones rage as in adolescence
Brief though this experience may be
It is a moment to be felt, to see
For it is a state easy to conceive
It is for all who live and breathe
Human emotions at times lost to reality’s pain
Often taken to lengths insane
Let the wondrous power of the mind reign
By resigning to a moment, to a fantasy’s gain.
Singularity of Being
Existence is a cocoon of my making
Detached from passions of others
Numbed by avoidance of emotion
Sustained by the singularity of being
Absorbed into self-absorption
Abyss
The parameters that define this life are shrinking.
I am down to the base figure of one.
Looking outward only – not connecting
Floating in a void consumed with others
Singular digits comprised of the same emotion
But void of the fraternal element
Wishing and wanting yet non-committal
Expending time like an abundant liquid
Frittering away what we have – are
In anticipation of a greater dream
Fear is the glue that binds
The unknown –
In death comes the answer
To a life spent questioning
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