You Don'T Like Me

you don't like me...and that's ok you need your comfort zone in tact and so you keep away passionately intense people can make life a little messy blood bath of emotions on display night or day It's ok Never thought you had it in you, anyway bravery is what legends are made of epic are the heroics or those who fought tearing up pages of literature demons subdued wars lords confused "brave"...not an adjective for one afraid of emotions... Come, come you wouldn't know intensity if hit you in the face you still stand in your body brace helmet on afraid of the sun that blazes in the eyes that warms up the skies of the intimately intense the ones who speak of life and death in large than life vocabulary while you dwell in emotional mediocrity unlike me so unlike me you just want to live...to be while I.... I want to be consumed licked to the core in the fire of that moment's desire be it passion or pain sane or insane I combust into flame I live....I bleed....I feel...I reel... Dancing in between the columns of your rigid life a hurricane of balm or strife My life is rife... with emotion and should I die I'd have lived more than you ever will in your emotional longevity hell You don't like me the Drama Queen your term for me I wear with glee a tiara of tasteful praise Drama is a good bedfellow and queens reign everyone else is subservient amnesia ridden, all unaware: "All the world's a stage"*... No best supporting actress for me I bag the awards... because I'm REAL I've got Mistress of life appeal... You don't like me, and that's ok you're missing out! what can I say? Cowards "die a thousand deaths While the brave die only once."* The bravely intense have no need for recompense they live to the full and die on fire No gentle...passing into the night* While that is where you NOW dwell Well, It's Ok the love in my heart would burst yours at the seams live in your little bubble dream your little dreams Your don't like me that's Ok I'm INTENSELY indifferent to you anyway. Eileen "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts"...William Shakespeare in As You Like It “A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once" William Shakespeare in Julius Caesar "Do not go gentle into that good night.... Rage, rage against the dying of the light" Dylan Thomas