Sex Without Love
A pleasure we do out of love for the other person
We our sharing the sexual experiment with
When the innocent become the intimate
It’s when that passion of love turns into a hobby
Then into an obsession and then that turns into a have to have
You can’t stop thinking about your next fix
You look for it everywhere in everyone
You start having withdraws from it
You wonder how you got this way
>≫≫I Know What Love Is!
I know what seeing is!
As I saw you that day for the first time
So I know what liking is!
I know what striking is!
As I stroke stone against stone
So I know what the spark is!
I know what rubbing is!
As I rubbed heart against heart
The Abyss Of Drug Addiction
In a wayward adventure in curiosity —
lured away from savvy of cooler judgment,
he oversteps the bounds of reality
into a state of altered awareness.
Overwhelmed by a rapid beginning of
a buzzing sensation — The Rush;
emanating from deep inside him,
surging along the veins streaming
~ Monica Leuneske_Y Monologues Zigzag Why? ~
~ Monica Leuneske_y Monologues Zigzag Why? ~
[‘Power is the great aphrodisiac' ~ Henry Kissinger*]
Ms. Nivedita
UK
18 May,2013
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The Testimony Of Light
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.
Daybreak: a seam at the curve of the world. The trousered legs of the women
shimmered.
They held their arms in front of them like ghosts.
The coal bones of the house clinked in a kimono of smoke.
An attention hovered over the dream where the world had been.
Teddy Bear Freak
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 must still have a big childish streak.
There's something about them for sure,
That make's one collect even more,
Each one's so appealing,
Their characters revealing,
Kohinoor...Unlucky Stone
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
Many may inherit fortune with precious stone
Prosperity may return and poverty gone
It may shadow bad luck and misfortune
Life may go astray with rhythm out of tune
Hairbrush
how i wish my fingers were the bristles
or my breath were the wind when it whistles
thru your hair, thru your hair
i wish you'd hold me in your hands
and let me skate thru all the strands
of your hair, of your hair
i could style it anyway you like it
i could brush it straight or even spike it
Leaflets From My Life - Gowri - My Lovely Puppy
Gowri was the name given to her,
Gorgeous white Pomeranian,
Black eyes bright like
Black berries ripe,
A loveable pet,
A welcome addition to my family!
So cute! Like a snow ball!
So adorable that
I could not take my eyes off her!
In Departing Light
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
with the sight of her someone who is close. She is hung
like her hanging mouth
in the dignity
of her bleariness, and says that she is
perfectly all right. It is impossible to get her to complain
or to register anything
' Poetry Is Life '
Poet is a poignant being
thrives with self internalizing
with intellect can communicate
expresses sentiments quite innate
Romance is a poet's gateway
depicts gist to every inspired essay
the lingering urge to inscribe obsession
instinctively drive a poet blazing passion
Confession
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.
I know, I know - It ill becomes me,
I am too old, time to be wise ...
But how? ... This love - it overcomes me,
A sickness this in passion's guise.
When you are near I'm filled with sadness,
When far, I yawn, for life's a bore.
Addiction (Yet To Be Rebroken)
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
If you can't do something
What's the chances of them breaking an obsession?
Could they do it?
Or would they follow your footsteps and fail as well?
By a child, I meant me
I was so proud of you
.... Full Collection Of Seven Deadly Sins Part 1
.....Lust.......
Straight from the gutters of hell!
She blows, sweeter than sugar
She burns, flaming desires
Consuming all our emotions
Imitating the wings of love
Exciting and breath taking
Over flowing souls with her passion
Raging with infatuation
To The Winter Burrow
Some fragments of her heart
That was shattered long ago
Swam to the winter burrow
With broken angelic wings
Some sailed a forlorn vessel
Of desires, of wants and needs
A complex obsession that lies
Thumping on adobe of fantasy
When Mirrors Cross Your Eyes
When Mirrors Cross Your Eyes
What has happened to you?
Your hourglass, weightless -
of sand, grain, and Life;
so obvious, your changes,
and the impact, yes,
that it's had on me;
so much so, my dear,
Which Disease You Suffer From?
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies thin suffer
from, 'Anorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies muscular suffer
from, 'Bigorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies perfect
suffer from, 'Athletica Nervosa'.
Those who are preoccupied with an
Obsession
Grands bois, vous m'effrayez comme des cathédrales;
Vous hurlez comme l'orgue; et dans nos coeurs maudits,
Chambres d'éternel deuil où vibrent de vieux râles,
Répondent les échos de vos De profundis.
Je te hais, Océan! tes bonds et tes tumultes,
Mon esprit les retrouve en lui; ce rire amer
De l'homme vaincu, plein de sanglots et d'insultes,
Je l'entends dans le rire énorme de la mer
Another Reason To Avoid - Shopping With Wife
Oh my goodness, oh gosh, there's one thing I fear,
going shopping with my wife, I'd prefer to stay near,
she's got her checklist, and she's determined,
to purchase unnecessary items, it's her obsession.
She'll browse for hours, and I'll become weary,
my feet will hurt and my tolerance dreary,
she'll try on clothes, and request my opinion,
but regardless of my response, it won't be genuine.
The Sisters Of Charity
That bright-eyed and brown-skinned youth,
The fine twenty-year body that should go naked,
That, brow circled with copper, under the moon,
An unknown Persian Genie would have worshipped;
Impetuous with virginal sweetnesses,
And dark, proud of his first obstinacies,
Like tears of the summer night’s distresses,
That turn on beds of diamond, young seas;