Sirens

A friend of a friend gave me a call last night. Asking if I would be interested in dating her cousin that just happens be to a wealthy business man. She spoke of this man's wealth like it was all he has to offer. "But, he has a eighty thousand dollar car", she says. Honestly, I could care less how much his car cost. An inexpensive car does the same thing? Money doesn't make the man and it sure the hell doesn't make any difference to me. I could care less, how much money a man makes. I'm my own woman, and make my own money. I don't need anybody to take care of me. It's not the clothes a person wears, the music we listen to, nor physical appearance that reveals who we are, it's what lives within.....

Your life is your garden, your thoughts are your seeds. If your life isn't great then you've been watering the weeds. I take pity on the ladies who are only chasing the money. You will never be happy. As for me, I'll never stop smiling because I'll never stop loving the little things in life......

From the darkness they ride

with their veils pulled up to hide

the glowing eyes in their faces

covering the expansive spaces

they ride to the sounds of dark pleasure

spreading the joy of that intense treasure

bringing silken cords with which to bind

their hands by lovers they find

studded and only seeking money

to fulfill their burning wishes

hair braided, black as night

for their masters to grip tight

as they're bound and hotly drip

masters commandingly slip

into their begging faces

and other keenly receptive places

leaving them almost sated

and when their masters sleep

their dark mission they keep

into the night they ride

so to seek more glittering treasure

on their knees, a dark pleasure