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A pleasure we do out of love for the other person
We our sharing the sexual experiment with
When the innocent become the intimate
In an errant venture in curiosity -
lured from savvy of cooler judgment,
he oversteps the bounds of reality
into a state of altered awareness.
I know what seeing is!
As I saw you that day for the first time
So I know what liking is!
~ Monica Leuneske_y Monologues Zigzag Why? ~
[‘Power is the great aphrodisiac' ~ Henry Kissinger*]
Our life is a fire dampened, or a fire shut up in stone.
--Jacob Boehme, De Incarnatione Verbi
Outside everything visible and invisible a blazing maple.
I admit, I'm a teddy bear freak,
Some solace I'm trying to seek,
It's become an obsession,
So having done my confession,
I am black unshaped stone
Simple but famous for quality alone
When cut to size may assume name of diamond
All envy keen interest and passion found
how i wish my fingers were the bristles
or my breath were the wind when it whistles
thru your hair, thru your hair
Gowri was the name given to her,
Gorgeous white Pomeranian,
Black eyes bright like
Black berries ripe,
My mother all of ninety has to be tied up
in her wheelchair, but still she leans far out of it sideways;
she juts there brokenly,
able to cut
Poet is a poignant being
thrives with self internalizing
with intellect can communicate
expresses sentiments quite innate
I love you - I love you, e'en as I
Rage at myself for this obsession,
And as I make my shamed confession,
Despairing at your feet I lie.
What`s more powerful than a child`s disappointment?
It shatters the heart that you have failed them
And that everything they were ever proud of you for
Has died and left them feeling lost
Straight from the gutters of hell!
She blows, sweeter than sugar
Some fragments of her heart
That was shattered long ago
Swam to the winter burrow
With broken angelic wings
When Mirrors Cross Your Eyes
What has happened to you?
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies thin suffer
from, 'Anorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
Grands bois, vous m'effrayez comme des cathédrales;
Vous hurlez comme l'orgue; et dans nos coeurs maudits,
I search for true bliss
In this absolute silence and fragile hour of life.
I lose my soul within the strong dark grasp
Full of hatred and selfish emotions.
Let it fly, let them know, only 2 like that could put on a show, hate this divide, like son and moon, one shines while one grows dark, who's going to believe them? Obsession is a flirt to hatred it did divert, what family is that two? Silent goals of one killed the love of the other, its signify lant of color gold and silver, monsters have to be blown away, hunt members killed is a star to be born, what hurt could be worse, traveling a road more suited for two, a forest of the darkest tunes, a terror around every corner, once a tale happened before, of trickery and deceit, by one closer, a death came about, an arrow of challenge landed in a heart unaware, ages, soothed any wounds left shattered, still a distance remains, only to leave an occasional talk and annoyed greetings, certainly a weird and ominous tale, twins are close but this was a close tale of ruined love, never fully dead to one another, just closed off for now.
Date: September 18,2021
By: Leria Hawkins
Addiction, a cruel master,
Sir, I haven't over-dramatized my beauty
Every hour or so a selfie on Facebook I post
A compulsive obsession that grew into my duty
Selfies with passages of time tasted like tutti-frutti
This love I have, is it meant for you? No
This was never supposed to happen, yet I do it every time
I rip my heart out of my chest, case it in a concrete brick and drop it from the high that I get when I'm with you
Only to have it crack into hundreds of pieces, as if that wasn't what I wanted in the first place
Once I was deeply obsessed
To my preacher my problem I confessed,
After I told him what my obsession was
He said unto me an obsession is not love.
Call us crazy, call us careworn,
Call us wild oats, wildly grown corn,
We sure are a crop so rare born.
Have you ever really see me, through bloodshot eyes?
Should I fight for what is right, or should I just let it die?
Still I'm choking on your every pretty little lie
I'm trapped inside the house of alibis
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