neilsthepoet blog: December 2007

Wednesday, December 26, 2007


Some Women

Some women call you up
Like they never threw a
Baseball bat through your window

Like they don’t deserve
To reap what they sow

Some women call you up
Like they’re not some kind of
Undercover I’m not over my last lover maniac

Like they want to reclaim the knife
They left in your back

Some women call you up
Like all they want to do
Is deliver a sweet innocent holiday greeting

Like they’d actually relate if
You’re not their lamb to slaughter bleating

Some women call you up
Like nothing’s wrong and if
It is you just now caused it to happen

Like wipe that smile off your face
Or I will with a good slappin


But I don’t think so this time

This time
You’re going to have to walk up hill
This time
You’re going to have to not kill the thrill

This time
You’re going to have to be disarming
This time
You’re going to have to be real

And charming

This time
It’s on you
And if not
See ya

4:44 pm
transcribed this time
4:48 pm


Monday, December 03, 2007

And that's all fine and good but

Yeah well somewhere in all this nicey nice

Has to be some seriously hot hot sex
Something to do with writhing sweat
And making the bed an absolute wreck

Yeah….I’d like to watch you get off
I’d like you to tease me please me as well
Come on baby somewhere in there has to be
Us singing that siren song like we’re ringing a bell

You can act all offended if you want
But I’d like for us to take each other home
I like for us to drive each other crazy
And get down into to some heavy moans and groans

And yes I like picnics and conversations
And I like to take some long long walks
And honestly at times there’s nothing better
Than an a simple smile a laugh and a talk

But really

If getting naked isn’t in there somewhere
I’ve got to tell you I don’t want to pretend
And the last thing in the world I need right now
Is more non physical……….caring

And some sincere oh so sincere
Can’t we be just friends

6:17 pm
transcribed this time
6:20 pm


Sunday, December 02, 2007


Girls just like to drift around
With their heads full of crap
While they suck out some guy’s life blood
Like he was born to be their sap

Girls just like to check you out
And then to string you along
While they wait for Mr Perfect
As they sing they’re let’s all get along song

Girls are what they are
They’re the mix of both worlds
They’re like demon angels
Askin you for diamonds while

They wear some other guys pearls

They don’t know any better
They live in a complete illusion
They’re just not happy unless everything
Around them is in complete confusion

They’ll blame you and they’ll shame you
And take all of your cd’s
And swear they were just about to love you
If you only hadn’t … been so mean to me

Their thoughts are all jumbled mush
For being such conniving tarts
They listen attentively at your hunger for life
But all they can think about is eating

Your still beating heart

8:24 am
transcribed this time
6:29 pm