I'm looking for my beloved revolutionary sweetheart

I'm looking for my beloved revolutionary sweetheart.
I'm looking for my warrior princess.
I want a woman to disagree with me all the time.
I want a woman of passion, not a woman of fashion.

I'm going to look until eternity.
I'm going to look until my eyes can't see.
The woman of my dreams may not be who she seems.
The woman of my dreams will never leave.

I'm an angry righteous freak.
Less direct, more oblique.
Yes the sun revolves around me.
But that's not how it always has to be.

I'm looking for my better half.
A crazy woman who makes me laugh.
I don't mind if I'm misunderstood.
But she won't ever say that I'm no good.

 Love is the path of least resistance

I shed that skin.
But now there's a new sin I'm in.
I keep looking for diamonds
In a pile of dung.
But that's how the west was won.

Every conquest is fleeting.
Every attempt self-defeating.
But I keep taking that shot.
Give it everything I've got.
True to my nature.

I don't have a clue
How to make you true.
But I'm desperate so to do.
Who the hell are you?
God only knows.

 Principles

Principles are what guide me
Principles are what undo me.
The man who wrote everything
Should be fair was an imbecile.

No principle guides life
But get what you can before you die.
No principle guides human motivation
Besides I screw you before you screw me.

I try to find some master plan.
Some underlying principle.
To bolster morality.
But it eludes me.

But if there is no underlying principle,
We have nothing. So we have to take it on faith
It must be there, even though it is fucking invisible.

It is all pretty empty at least from what I see.
Or maybe it is just a truly foreign language
That we will never translate.
But we have to keep on trying.
Or get a better decoder.

Dilemna?

There is a dilemma in whether we should meet
When I might rather stay in and be discreet.
And knowing I have already chosen.
Although I am  plagued with supposin.

Why do I often beat the retreat,
Knowing my victory will not be sweet?
Because although I made a choice,
I do not know if it was my own true voice.

Etymology offers no apology.
Because as it turns out,
The word itself is in doubt.

Some say it's 'dilemna', while others say 'dilemma.'
Potato, po-tahh-toh.
Who knows where the river flows?
Persona non grata.

Beauty and tragedy are one

Beauty and tragedy are one.
I heard about this girl.
I met her but she wasn't part of my world.
The girl could not eat.
I still don't understand this thing.

Why does beauty become a curse?
Why do some women choose
To deny themselves sustenance?
When we live in a world of abundance.
In the God-blessed United States.

What are the warning signs
That you don't want to be alive?
She had a heart attack
Because there was something she lacked.
The desire for food was not in her.

Goddamn it's a shame.
And I don't know who to blame.
I'm pretty sure it's the media.
And glossy magazines.
But I still don't dig that scene.

I am baffled by this girl's pain.
I have my own but it's not the same.
What is the pressure that laid her down?
It's a goddamned tragedy
That beauty has to be about shame.

 

ToGetHer

Your breasts are perfection.
And a bounty from God.
You are the light that shines upon
My head and my heart.

We have never met.
But I will never forget
Our first caress.
Such a work of art you are.

You are the rarest beauty
That God has ever made.
If you will be my bride,
My plans will be laid.

I am lonely and shipwrecked.
We really must connect.
Or I will be full of regret.
I think you are my muse.

There is only time to lose.
We can't turn it back.
Maybe you are the piece that I lack.
Or maybe you will give me a heart attack.

Goddamn it's frustrating
That I have been waiting,
Yet don't know if it's for you.
But I don't know what else to do.

Trump

Trump is not evil.
Trump is an egotist.
Trump does not care about God.
Trump does not care about the poor.
Trump does not care about suffering.
Trump does not care about morals.
Trump cares about Trump.

Now he's running for President.
With no convictions but plenty of attitude.
Trump probably does not want to be President.
Trump just wants a shrine for his greatness.
Trump wants to be immortal.
Trump does not belong with the human race.

Trump only wants more attention.
Did I fail to mention he is going to get too much?
If he were President, he would not have freedom.
He could not say anything he wanted to say.
Even though he is obtuse and ignorant.
He could not go anywhere alone.
So who could he boast to?

And when all is said and done,
Trump would have still had his fun.
And he'd write a new book about his experience.
Or he'd find a good ghostwriter.
But that's what it's like in the good ol US of A.
Everyone can have his or her say.

Trump is the superior suit.
In cards, trump is the best.
But if we elect Trump,
We'll look like chumps.
The whole world would have been trumped.
But not in a good way.