Actually men make money to afford an expensive lifestyle in order to attract beautiful women.
A Woman’s outside beauty indicates her fertility and ability to have children.
Genetic celebrities or Golddiggers as they are called and/or referred to are complicit in these types of arrangements.
Because they are willingly selling their time, sexuality and sexual services to the highest bidder.
Looks and age of the male in question do not matter only his social status and financial success.
As she can always boff the slim and trim beefcake known as the pool guy (used to be the milkman when milk was delivered to homes instead of sold in stores as it is today) when her financial prey is looking the other way.
We were two lost souls
Drawn to each
Other by the Poems we
Love to write
Mismatched in real life
By our shared fantasy
Orgasms – our spoken
Words gave one another
From my other blog: The Poet’s Flower Garden
Hey everyone I managed to get into my blog I created last year before this one under my Spooky Nookie user name. Here is the link so you can check it out if you want too.
Lost within the woods of anger and hatred
wandering alone and frightened in circles
over shadowed by the darkness of despair
hopelessly searching for the pathway home
Where is the fork in the road I choose to take?
those many long years ago sowing wild oats
retracing my steps fleeing from the bitter harvest
yet the consequences no other choice but to reap
Living only for the present ignoring the future
failing to plan for the storms of life to come
blinded by the perceptions of my youth
now in middle age a mess to clean and straighten
What could have been a fading dream of youth
my only choice to turn from the bitter past
learning from my mis-choices not to repeat them
ever walking forward step by painful step
Focusing on the journey instead of the goal
enjoying the fullness of each fleeting moment
though redemption eludes me still
until at last into the shadow of death I fade
Within the hearts of others we leave behind
memories and images whether good or ill
tools that help or hinder another’s journey
powerful words spoken to heal or destroy
Perhaps after I’m gone and long forgotten
my poems others will read and understand
the mis-choices I’v made; lessons learned hard
my painful and sad consequences they’ll avoid
Taking comfort and warmth from the knowledge
that another has walked this pathway before
blazing a trail; marking the pitfalls of mis-choices
learning from the painful experiences of another
First step in healing one’s
self is to
reach out and help someone
My family thinks I’m crazy!
Always have and always will.
They’re “wrong” of course but after two stepmothers, eight stepfathers and four sister in laws.
As well two brothers, one half brother, two step brothers, two adopted sisters and one stepsister.
After attending seventeen different schools in four states, the death of my father from an STD (VD) infection intentionally given to him by one of my step-mothers.
The suicide of my youngest brother about a year or so after his daughter told him to his face; that she would have no problem with going before a judge and falsely claim that my brother had hit her when he’d never touched her.
Along with thirty-six plus years of marriage. Quite frankly I’m entitled to my eccentricities.
What do you want most out of life my friend?
all want happiness the smile of good fortune
others think that a high powered job, good salary
are the ticket to the good life beyond today
while others think that an expensive car
a house far to large filled with exotic furnishings
are necessary for a life filled with happiness
While others think a husband to take care of them
or God forbid a wife to wait hand and foot upon them
who in her heart curses the man who cares for her
then there are those who believe the bumper sticker
“He who dies with the most toys wins.”
collecting electronic gadgets or Beanie Babies
wasting hard earned money on expensive useless things
Of course there are others who bother to smell the roses
look around to dwell upon the surrounding beauty
take pleasure in the warm smile of another,
paint a picture, write a poem or to read a book
their eye of peace and comfort within the storm
but as for me what I want from life and others most of all
Is simply to just be left alone!
To live my life as I see fit to live it
without the interference of those others
who think that they know better but know nothing at all
taking calculated risks and making my own mistakes
instead of spending the best years of my life
within the box my family and wife think is best
while watching my dreams wither away until they die