Diminished Capacity

I'd rather debate than date, but solitude hampers the cycle,

Equivocating frustration won't lead me to an empathetic rival,

Spirals of primal catch-22s glue beside my craftier faculties,

A heart with passionate promise sits tactfully and atrophies.

Range

Opera is divine, nothing can be finer than Nixon in China,

Smarts, hope, and art can cope with life as a pariah,

Isolation of success is the causation of progress,

But without another to blush, the color is suppressed.

Dressage

Hey Kileydee, pleased to meet ye, I'm denoted as Mikey,

Your smile presaged this message while I decorate the tree,

Global traveling, social advancing, and dancing are your fuel,

I just hope in Central America you didn't become a drug mule.

Mighty Spicy

Hey Rey, what's up? I'm Michael. Sapiophile? Yup,

Are you brilliant? Nice pics, and with very little makeup,

You seem like a catch, but we may clash as a match,

Though I will say I can make samosas from scratch.

Almost Just Right

The resemblance of her presence can't be contained in this sentence,
Her smirking play of wording affirmed the remnants of a dentist,
The empathy underneath her myelin sheath echoed the pulling of teeth,
Henry David Thoreau couldn't even mistletoe be-underneath.

I ineffectively fawned over how she represented herself intellectually,
Though her premise of me chasing coitus, denied my loving demisexually,
Not that we'd yet had the mass of chitchat genuinely warranting that,
I confess to being less possessed of the strength to stifle romance.

She seemed detached. Our exactitude and humor proved the good match,
My eyes still find her photo, though her smoothness embodies the scratch,
I think the reality of this peak of geeky mystique is unlikely unique,
It's less than fun to fall for each one and accumulate the loss streak.

Maybe the relevant content of being triumphant is the art of the sentiment,
Part and parcel of being an arsehole would be being harmfully arrogant,
That the contenders are occasional & singular, merely cries for an overhaul,
Take an emotional bath, and like a polymath, climb upon the ball.

It's an unthinkable principle, but my motivation needs to be reciprocal,
That emotion affirms reason, while logic confirms art, is of itself critical,
Soliciting an implicit hierarchical dominance would decry of a difference,
By unifying each aspect of the mind they'll become each other's complements.

Play Me Quoridor

She was the abstract concept for this project about me,

So analysis of tensions will be outlined from A to Z,

A passion for power imparity coupled with reciprocal respect,

Reduces the ability to capture the king: it's unchecked.

Reusing the way I feel leads to an emotional recycle,

And with bipolar disorder this isn't an option for Michael,

Whether it be a play for power or legit dearth of time,

Their lack of intimacy is becoming an issue, this rhymes.

Popcorn thoughts get hot, then brought to bear,

But she's off hibernating, can't be bothered to care,

His heart caves in, under the Winter of his kissed descent,

Doubtless affecting his motivational capacity to invent.

"Just use science with emotion!" he relented at last,

Though reactions in the past had been easily forecast,

Accusations of insincerity resounded like a guitar,

But it's not disingenuous if that's who you are!

Date science suggests playing hot & cold keeps them begging,

But that just seems like passive Red Pill negging.

I wonder if this assists with love, or mere sexuality,

Efficiency can surely be intertwined with morality.

"And isn't it interesting we're back at my long-term burden?"

He said as he wrenched ourselves back from the 3rd person,

Randomized Platonic forms imposed upon my pain,

Somehow elutes my nerve from the chaos again.

This Olympian foot race of thoughts in my head,

Directs my focus from the popcorn to the kernels instead,

I'll take density of wisdom over their flash in the pan,

Now I'm dancing with metaphor because I apparently can.

But time grows short while my mettle shrinks tall,

If my life'll always suck then why save it at all?

And this weight creates a negative feedback loop,

An entropy blackhole filled with absurdist duck soup.

It's about time & space for a feedback of help,

To give me less of the ness, and more of myself,

I'm in a prime place for my boldface fount to create,

Of late, it's been a stressful mess trying to date.

Long-Distance Mendaciousness

Los Angeles city, now also LA the Ride,

Prevented him from the coffee for which he'd applied,

The woman asked the man if he lets anything slide,

"All the time, plus also I'm funny!" he lied.

He sits alone in a cafe charging his phone,

Reads the obtuse, and hears the unknown,

Neither working on muscle tone nor funny bone,

While the lady resides in a distant zip code.

Letting things slide precludes friction, for sure,

But I need the grip to tether myself to the world,

Their differences surely bespeak of a cure,

So he sits and waits for his points to mature.