A star that never seems to blossom fully…
Stuck in a transition of dedication and beauty…
Soaked in a creamy colored skin wrapped into a cacoon of dreams…
Awakened by her success and kissed by her accomplishments…
Life moments shine like lip gloss…
When did angels start granting syracuse with their presence?
-Randum
The other day a kid became excited when he noticed the Batman tattoo on my right arm…
He was about six years old and told me that his favorite super hero was Spiderman because he could crawl on walls…
I smiled…
And I told him that I think he’s cool also…
He then asked, what made me like Batman?
I never really thought about it until then…
I realized…
Me and Batman are not that different from each other…
Besides him losing both his parents at a young age growing up to being a billionaire…
The rest of the story I can relate too…
I mean his suits black and im black…
He has a Bat Signal…
I have a cell phone service…
And im pretty sure the wall built to protect my feelings is just as strong his body armour…
If not then stronger…
You see Batman fights crime…
And Im just trying to fight the fake…
But what do you do when your own friends and family are the villains?
It doesn’t take the world’s greatest detective to realize when your being used and lied to…
Abused by the ones you cried too…
So what’s the point of caring for a family tree…
If it grows nothing but poison Ivy?
And then some wonder why people hearts beat cold like Mr.Freeze as if their lost of loyalty didn’t just drop the temperature below 0…
Robin you for your kindness…
Oh, and my favorite line I hear from people who had problems with me in the past is…
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t understand you”
As if im some type of complicated riddle that know one can figure out…
So they choose to assume the worst…
But unlike The Riddler…
If you just came to me and asked I would’ve gave you the answer…
But whats the point of figuring it out if you dont even trust me?
As if getting to know me is a combination lock without the numbers…
But if you were a true friend from the start…
You would’ve already have the skills of a locksmith so don’t even bother wasting neither one of are time…
And just like the Joker I find myself laughing at my life…
Like how Batman’s father isn’t alive for his birthdays…
And my dad just forgets about mine…
I wonder if Batman uses his cape to wipe the tears away…
No because Batman wouldn’t cry so why should I?
I mean, heroes are created to save…
Not sob…
And to seek justice is there job…
So why would Batman worry about my personal problems versus a bank being robbed?
But we all no life isn’t perfect so it really doesn’t bother me…
And sometimes money isn’t worth more than an apology…
Unless you pay bills…
So I understand why Bruce Wayne fights crime to escape the pain…
And If pieces of my heart was ripped into the shape of bats I would do the same…
Just so others wouldn’t have suffer from the truth that sometimes the bad guys are sitting right inside of your circle…
Smiling…
With their two faced personality right in front of you deciding which knife would make the perfect incision into your spine…
Now I see why Batman chooses to shed light on The Dark Night…
And I also know the feeling of being alone in the time of need finding myself trapt in a batcave inhailing stress with no exit…
Just to realize that you can’t always count on someone rushing to your rescue…
So you learn to become your own super hero…
So when this six year old kid asked me why I like Batman?
I told him…
Because he’s way cooler than Spiderman…
-Randum
As of yesterday I realized the employment society can cause someone they’re life or freedom. The reason why I feel this way is because some jobs may turn you away because you OVER-qualified! Not under but OVER-qualified, plain b.s. And we wonder why some (Not all) people hustle and break laws. Any job is worth working if you don’t have any at all. A masters degree should qualify you for fast food also. If not your going to do what you have to in order to survive… -Randum
I just noticed by watching others that just because someone may be in a relationship or marriage does not mean they’re completely happy. That’s what closed doors are used for. So I understand why some play it safe by staying single. Everyones’s heart is constructed different…
Dedication -Complete and wholehearted fidelity; #Webster
My definition of Dedication is finishing whatever you put numerous focus and time into just to enjoy that feeling of confidence and pride once you receive the results you persued. #RandumPoet
I never wore a green thumb but seeing what blossom on family trees can make you start your own field of flowers…
Attracted by their esscence and provoked by their beauty wishing you could kiss them just to see how soft their petals really are…
A woman…
My favorite breath of life…
Created in numerous flavors, sizes and complexions…
All beautiful in their unique way…
Diverse divas, worth more than diamonds…
Even though they are careless…
And I only say that because I never seen so many queens misplace their crowns…
Maybe I should just replace them with halo’s to match the wings on their back…
I’m talking about a woman…
With a body built to carry and conceive gifts…
Sooner or later Santa Claus will be out of business because mothers deliver way more than he does…
I love my ladies like I love my deserts…
Sweet and filled!
The difference is I want my lady filled with feelings and emotions…
Not jelly… 🙂
Hoping I don’t overdose on pain killers trying to take my mind off my hands cramping ready to give out as I try to repair every woman’s broken heart I come across…
A woman…
The human crossword puzzle alot of men can never figure out…
It’s usually the guys who don’t use trust,honesty, and loyalty in their vocabulary…
But will be quick to try and solve the game with the words hoe, trick, and “12 inches”…
And I understand that some women feel all men are the same, but I only can speak for myself…
I’m only human…
I wouldn’t explain how I could shower you with gifts or meet your every request…
Women weren’t born with controllers so they’re not ones to play games with…
I would take 3 steps…
The first step would be to use a simple box of kleenex…
So I can wipe off the tears her ex caused in her past…
Second step, purchase a #2 pencil…
So I can erase him from ever existing…
And the third step well…
I’m not quite sure yet but when I come across the right woman it will definitively be added into our wedding vows…
A woman…
My hearts number one addiction…
-Randum
I feel like if your life has priority problems you probably shouldn’t be sexually active. Think about it, if your struggling to pay bills or have issues managing things in your life on your own how will a baby help the situation??? Accidents can occur and you don’t need any more responsibilites. You can easily avoid stress just learn to control how you live. But thats just my opinion live how you want to…
She tells me to write her a poem…
But there’s only so much my senses can tell me about her…
Ready for this journey into her mind just to see what she’s about…
And if my assumption is correct then I just discovered a broken bridge worth diving across just to embrace what’s shining on the other end…
And I can tell even if I fail she’ll still take me in like a nurse and her patient just because of the way her heart is built…
Stuck from how soft her lips look…
Her smile brightens my mood as if she replaced the sun…
Giving me a fever from her attraction making me crave sweet milkshakes just to cool my body down as if it was July 16th…
I can tell her hugs would make my tattoos tingle…
Im childish so what lol…
You would think I was a bee trapped in a mans body the way I am addicted to her nectar…
Spending quality time with her like christmas days watching snowflakes fall…
I bet her favorite color is white…
But thats just a day dream reality’s waiting to burst…
You see I want to travel into her heart like the musical notes on R&B lyrics…
But I don’t want to end up sprung off her song…
I rather let cupid Dj this dream…
She’s sweet with a silly side but can be serious as cancer like her zodiac sign…
Having her beside me is a memory worth more than the lottery…
I learned happiness is priceless…
And you won’t find a woman of her level in any shoppingtown…
Because she’s focused…
Beautiful…
And the key to a door no ones able to open…
She tells me to write her a poem…
I rather just write what my emotions can’t speak…
-Randum
I never understood why people treat their current spouse like their last ex. Unless death was involved with your past relationship then it didn’t work out for a negative reason so why assume the next person will persue the same drama? Which is why I try to stay away from judgmental people. YOUR SO FIXED ON FINDING MISTAKES/PROBLEMS LIKE YOU DID WITH THE PAST THAT YOU FORGET TO LEARN AND BETTER THE FUTURE!!! But thats just my opinion… 😉 #BeHappy
Ricky Maeweather 