A White Knight riding upon his great steed doing less than a noble deed
his egos greed has no time for the common girl passing by
but must have instead the finest flower for his eye
even if only for a night of his manly might leaving her crumpled
rose disposed beside his heroic road triumphant in others tragedy.
A Prince following behind picking up the treasure left behind
hoping for his Father?s Crown leaves the peasants let down
for he is a man others wish him to be and not his God given sovereign identity.
Pathetically he panders for praise and worth seeking acceptance from the dirt
he doesn?t hurt a soul but himself putting his wishes upon the shelf
for some other day when a useless crown comes his way.
A Princess at the pond kissing all the fairy frogs
in the grimy business of sex she looks for Mr. Perfect.
Warts of worries, wondering why; how could Mr. Right
pass her by? Where is that wonderful guy? Another lie and another try using the same criteria to test each frog a kiss and bed shake again the same mistake.
She trust her eye and finds it blind,
She trust her accountant but finds him stagnant.
She trust her heart and finds it smarts.
She trust her logic and finds it frozen.
Where is Love can it be found?
Can it be chosen? Where is the magic wand?
Who put this image in my head of the lover I seek for my bed
and the husband I seek to wed?
Who has defined Love and what it means?
Who is the mortal having faith in deeds?
Who painted this scene in my heart of perfect Love?
Am I seeking the Womb of Paradise where I am the center of it all
Or do I know the price of letting it all go where the center is lost?
Am I tired yet of chasing fairytales in frogville?
Princess who has dressed your animus?
Excuse me, thought it was time to stir the pot a little and offer a little helpful advice to ya'll "Frog Kissers". Is there ANY MAN HERE that wouldn't help a lady out with a couple 2x4's? Nice fittin blue jeans work good too you know.
Is it just me or is there a troubling pattern here? A whole page full of Pretty Lady's without romance. Leave the "friggin frogs" alone, That was just some fairy tale. You wanna man? put you a short skirt on, with or without panty's, go to your local lumber yard, pick you out a fella, bend over a stack of 2x4's when he looks your way like your'e inspecting them then ask him to help you load a few in your car. If he's real cute ask him if he would mind putting them in his truck and dropping them off at your house around suppertime. If your'e feelin good enough about this fella when he shows up you can help him unload your lumber and grab his wood too. Now get your lazy butt's out from behind them puters and go hunt you some Real Wood. Works for me being an Ole Carpenter. lol.
Maybe you all have your standards set too high-what you think might be a frog just might be the prince you're looking and the nicest guy for ever meet but you wouldn't give him a second look-sorry sometimes the truth just hurts