Crazy Boys

Crazy boy
staring at me,
"What do you see?  What do you see?
Why are you always looking at me?"

Crazy boy looking for a toy,
hoping I would be The One,
to give him a baby boy.

Too young was I,
I rather die.
Didn't want any baby,
not until I was an old lady.

Crazy boy promised me things,
like a wedding ring, and then he would sing.
I melted when I heard that voice,
but still I had made my choice.

"No baby, I said, no baby.  You won't
make me an old lady!"

Romance tempts you to chance,
makes you lose your pants.
You forget about life,
and all the strife.

Head rolling in bliss,
after a kiss.
Then he wants to tell you,
"Oh, how much I miss..."

You think everything is so nice,
sex is like rolling some dice.
Hope he loves me, maybe not,
Cupid's arrow doesn't make the shot.

Crazy boy thinks he can trap you,
thinks he can make you do The Do.
Weak girls give up their toys
for crazy, lost, ignorant boys.

When all is given, boys are done,
off they run to seek more fun.

Good girls try to keep them around,
but bad boys drown out their sound.

Miserable boys they become,
when they have a baby Mum.
Evil they are,
when money doesn't go far!

Pay for this and pay for that,
crazy boy had no control
over his bat.

Making home runs,
now he's done.

Should have listened to wisdom
when you had the chance,
should have avoided the second glance.

Nicholl McGuire

A Heartbreaker's Lust

I tried to be the best I could be
I tried to make him see, make him see,
but he was no longer in love with me
and I couldn't be, what he wanted me to be.

So I packed my things and I left his ring
and I took the time to sing, to sing
about what God had done for me,
He opened my eyes so I could see!

Now I have left the pain of yesteryear,
ignorance, upset and threw away a tear.
Stopped preparing for things that brought on fear.

What made me act so frail, so dumb,
do so much for a little crumb...?

Couldn't get a smile, a laugh,
or even get him to do some math.

Sometimes we avoid lessons in fun,
think all days are full of sun.
Then let down our shaky guard,
look the other way and don't retard.

Move so very fast, so fast,
then think lust will last and last.

Watch before you cross the street,
and don't get caught between the sheets.

See what you don't want to see,
listen to heartbreakers like me.

Never thought days would be like this,
never thought I would be the one to diss.

But when you get tired and have been fired,
your brain and pain become tightly wired.

Sometimes you feel, you enjoy the thrill,
then other times you rather just chill.

So now that you know how lust can go,
don't be the one who gets lost in the show.

Nicholl McGuire

Got a Million Chances to Get This Right

Tonight going to make this right
he has eyes on something sparkling...
insight.

Realized old promises have to be ignited.
Actions have been duly noted, cited.

Tired of the word play,
chatter of a wedding day.

What more does one have to say?
How many more times does he have to lay?

Now he keeps talking, while the devil keeps walking.
Got his eyes on a few ties, going to use them to bind.
A tempting one will come along, shaking her behind.

Tries to get himself out of that one,
considered the advice of an only son.

Had been playing this game for years,
but his mind has many broken gears.

Let a sweetheart get away,
when all he had to do was pray.

Quick, fast, in a hurry,
motivated by worry.

Stressed, perplexed,
running on B-complex.

Always looking out for women,
all he finds is a lemon.

Very few will overlook the strange,
very few want his type in range.

Up today, down tomorrow,
 a new personality he likes to borrow.

Changes like the wind,
his thoughts wrapped up in common sin.

Lust one here and lust one there,
until one tightens her underwear.

Then he acts on his passions,
starts wearing the latest fashions.

Back to doing what he does,
ignoring the one sent from above.


Nicholl McGuire is the author of Spiritual Poems by Nicholl.

Love Me or Lust Me? That is the Question.

Kiss me.

Stroke my hair.

Look into my eyes.

Tell me that you want me.

I have been on your mind all day.

Thinking of the times we spent together,

you desire me all over again. You perspire...

It is getting hot between your thighs.

Are you sure it is love that drives you to come see me?

What if I told you I had nothing to give anymore but a smile,
a few words, and a gift every now and then?

What if I could do nothing more than look at you and blink?

Would you find away to comfort the yearning within your loins?

You probably would...
with someone else right?

You don't really love me, do you?

You lust me.

I thought so.