Happiness Is Relative

My happiness is relative to great and many things. I profess
Not any one who, what, when, where, how, or why
Will make or break my happiness.

My happiness comes and goes from without and within
And what may have made me happy yesterday
May not make me happy today, tomorrow, or ever again.

One must go through deserts to get to promised lands
And sometimes unhappiness endured may be
Necessary for new happiness to come to hand.

One must search - relative or not
And get to know ones self because only our selves
Are responsible for our happiness or the lack thereof.

My happiness is relative and I must learn to what.
I'll only just touch on it by discovering
Myself and what makes me happy and what doesn't.

It will come and it will go and some days will be
Better than others, after all, it's all relative.
I'm happy to say, most of the time, I'm simply just happy.

Tasty Little Ditty

A tasty little ditty
About my girlfriend's titty
But she's not my girlfriend,
Just a fuck buddy who I highly recommend.

I'll munch and I'll nibble
Upon her pink and almond nipple,
Fingertips gently tracing
Round her soft and tender areola's ring.

With my lips on her tit
I'll tongue around a bit
Sucking and licking to the music
Of her moans and the growl of her groans.

I'll savor her sensous favors
And indulge in her sensual flavors.
We'll enjoy one another's drink,
Splurging over each other's every inch.

We'll freak and we'll feast
Upon each other on the nude beach
Or tangle up in a parked car
Like two teens about to go too far.

Although we're grown and belong to others
But about that we'll not now bother
Because we're giving ourselves to each other
Even if only for this afternoon.

The reality of it all
We'll go back to with a sudden fall
And we'll have to each return
To ourselves and ours and our concerns.

Professional Description

Play some chess, read my books, maybe even
Workout in the gym if I'm motivated to do so.
Write some poetry, go out for a smoke, or stargaze
If the night is clear enough. Tease the girls and play
Around all on the taxpayers dollar as I rack up
Vacation and holiday and sicktime hours and
Even get paid for it on top of it all.
Pass some pills, hang an IV, actually do some
Work; then I'll eat my free breakfast in the
Officers dining room. Free food, free parking,
Fifteen minutes from the house, and no families
Are the true reasons why I'm here.
It isn't the paycheck or the people or
The job or any other one thing.
For just these little bits I'll be a little selfish
And less than professionally ambitious
And just show up to work here.
At least I'll make it look like work.
One fine day I'll move on and find
The courage to find a real job.
They may even name the ODR
After me when I'm gone.

Gulf of Mexico Water

Muddy waters from the Mississipi delta
Color the bay a dingy greenish brown
Because we're west of the river and
The current carries the silt and the
Mud our way into the bay. It's the way
Our waters look every day.

Travel east of the delta and
The river and see a metamorphasis.
Watch the Gulf waters become a
Clean emerald green and travel
To the Keys and the Caribbean to see
The seafloor beneath the sapphire waves.

For just one week out of the year,
While pampered and indulged
Out on a cruise, we saw the same Gulf water
In a different view and the memory
Will last a lifetime. I still see the clear
Clean waters in my minds eye.