a little bit of a lot

a little bit of tease a little bit of a play
a little bit of kindness and some amount of pray
a little bit of roughing up a little bit of soft side
a little bit of priceyness and some warm smiles

a little bit of fun
a little bit of wine
a little bit of embarassment
a little bit of swine

a little bit of pain
a little bit of pleasure
a little bit of the saint
a little bit of devilishness to treasure

a little bit of everything is what makes things good
and thats why i'm a little bit of everything
nice, rude, cool, prude, gross, warm, kinky, cuddly
and maybe i'm a little bit of u

Thought you had me

in school when every body was cool
i was in my pensive mood
and some parts of life went so fast by
that the race was almost over before i knew it had begun
and you thought you had me there did you
well dream on...

when it was the time for the heart to flourish
i had words but no magic
and my search for a mate was so futile
that right before my eyes the world had coupleized
and you thought you had me there did you
well dream on...

and then you gave me eyes to dream big
but no direction to walk upon
and in my haste to be me
i had walked a couple of circular miles
and you thought you had me there did you
well dream on...

i cherish you as my enemy
cause you're also my closest friend
and i appreciate ure challenges
and my peculiar weaknesses
but if you think you'll ever have me
well dream on...

The man

I am what I am and that's Why I am the Man

I may not have the strengths of ten oxen
And me by your side won't look like u got a trophy
And i don't even have a tank gun between my legs
What to tell you, i dont even care if you and i are rich

I may earn some dough and it may be good
But one day i might just ask you to pack bags
And move wid family to a farm somewhere
I hope you're good wid milking cows

I may be cuddly
Heck I may spank
And your heels might make me wanna wank
But you never know a movie might even make me shed a tear

I may carry your bags and smile
And say what the heck spend all u like
I may even cook your breakfast in bed
But don't be surprised when i crib

I pick my nose
I throw my socks
And i could give up those
But i'll still burp loud

I'll make u smile
And make even the most stressful times feel like a laugh
Heck you'll never know when you're gonna be asked for a dance
But as unlikely it may seem, am sure you're gonna cry too

As gentlemanly nice as i am
Am sure you'll see that i am a jerk too
And i hope u can love them both
Coz I am what I am, and that's why u shud want me to be your man

the journeyman travails - what are you searching for

a lil one asked me yesterday, journeyman what are you searching for
you travel far and wide, is it for the gold in the river or the diamonds in the mines

i wonder what to tell her, for what gold can buy and diamond can decorate
is, but a crown, better suited for museums; to come once in a while, admire and move on

i tell her of my prayers to the lord in the night
that my life be one of adventure, one of seeking

that i search for peace inside
and that i spread smiles outside

doodles on a napkin

Doodles on a napkin
are like the tarrot cards
mysteriously forming destiny
from thoughts arisen in solitude
but like all destinies must
in the end get crumpled up and moved away
to make way for a fresh table, some new thoughts and some new doodles

The Tree

in their natural turn
the seasons come and go
each spring invigorates me
each autumn eats away a part of me
and i remain rooted deep down into the earth
looking up at the sun hover in the sky

caught in the prison of the earth and the sky
neither free to mingle with the mud
nor allowed to fly
i talk to the travellers
with my breezy lullaby
this is my penance, this is my sacrifice

fear of rejection

a friend mentioned this some days back...the fear of rejection

in these games of heart played blind
there is always a risk of a bad hand
when hopes of a flush give way to a heartache
and u feel that spring is the worst season of them all

but should one for the fear of losing
pack cards and not sit at the table at all?
and give no chance to life to work its miracle
life isn't very fun if one fears living it

admittedly it is stupid to play big hands on every turn
in games of love and war prudence is a valuable asset
for when it comes to playing the play
one must decide when to fold, play small or raise the stakes