She talks easy, hard to explain
Smile’s like a Shine; Sunshine
Red smooth lips, weird dark eyes
That kind of Lady;
We talk sacs, intellectually interesting
We laugh like Gentlemen, They behave like Ladies
Hopefully; it brings a breeze of harmony & unity
That kind of Respect;
Waking up to a smile; Baby?
Husband, Wife, some Guy or some Lady?
Or my own ugly in the mirror;
That kind of life;
Live; Let live
Shout in the streets; Look crazy
Doing what makes us smile;
That kind of free;
Wake up nude & go to work
Let us hear how late your boss will say you are;
Old folks in the streets making fun of strangers
That kind of madness;

Wow! okay, bo... so you're ready to explode...
I hope if you do it blows ink all over the page
and spells out the calming after effect..

great expression in this write...

Revolver ready; blank bullets; moods without motivation.

so it's all about the contemplation... I can work with that...