Two hearts attached
in a sexual flash
May well detach
in a feverish dash
A steady, rhythmic heartbeat
patience its answer
For the outcome is sweet
and safer the transfer
I feel lost.
Three guys.
All in love with me.
I love all three of them.
My sun,
My moon,
My bear.
All perfect.
All gentle.
All amazing.
I'm unsure what to do.
Unsure who to choose.
One I've loved for over a year.
The other two;
only a few months.
I'm attached to all three.
All are so sweet.
All are so soft.
All are so similar.
I don't wanna hurt them.
I love all of them.
I know I must choose one.
But the thought of losing any,
make my heart feel like it's breaking,
all over again.
I feel I'm leading two of them on,
but I'm unsure who the two are.
I'm lost.
I'm confused.
I'm tired.
I don't want them hurt.
I don't want them hating me.
I don't want things awkward.
I know I must choose...
But I'm unsure.
Who to choose,
and who to leave behind,
for good.
I would never be able to understand a cutters concept
Just for that adrenaline rush it's the pain they accept
But I think I got the hint with my dealings with you
That same rush of pain through the things that we do
We drive each other crazy mentally and emotionally
You're a harmful drug but instead I want you close to me
I'm addicted to pain because I keep coming back
Much like that drug addict looking for crack
The emotional turmoil of you changing your mind
Or your spontaneous movements from time to time
That pain I gain when I see that you're feeling down
Trying to help alleviate it is why i stick around
It must be an addiction for me not to give out
Having human addictions is what this is about
Relationships and drugs can be looked at the same way
Depending on how much contact with them from day to day
No one likes needles but enjoy the after affect
I love making up but I don't like when you're upset
Now I understand the statement "Pick your poison"
I think that's what happen the day you were chosen
My memories are now alive.
but my words disappear.
my old apparitions visit me.
but my dreams are nowhere to be found
My loves have forgotten me...
How will I be able to live
without my beloved companions?
The threads we weave in the early years
Define the ties that hold our fears
Attachment forms, a hidden thread
Guiding the paths where we are led
Some reach for love with open arms
while others guard with quiet alarms
The past, it molds the way we love
A blueprint written from above
My paper seeks to lift the veil
To understand how patterns sail
For through this lens, we can repair
The bonds we seek, the love we share
A Blunderbirds fan Knows E Parker
Had christened his yappy pup Harker
Neighbours caused a riot
Cos it’s never was quiet
With hindsight it's name should be Barker
The
light of
yonder sun
shines upon all,
bestowing its boons
without any judgment,
regardless of our beliefs,
just as Mother Earth too nurtures
all life forms which borrow elements
so why then does religion divide man?
What is religion but a thought construct,
conditioned belief that gives us hope,
whilst also shrouding us in fear,
speaking of sin and of hell,
whereas the plain truth is
that God’s agape love,
is like the sun,
equal for
all of
us.
You asked for no strings attached
So I pull at my lose threads
I feel as though I am about vomit
I don’t recognize who I am anymore and neither do you
But I keep pulling because
You asked for no stings attached
Each imperfection is another lose end for me to pull
…
I am smaller now I have shrunk down to half my size
Because you asked for no strings attached
Would you put me in your pocket and carry me around or would you put me in a box where I could never be found
Passing thoughts so I can ingore reality
The world moves on as I wind down as I pull the last thread I hear no sound
I see no light
I feel no joy
No pain no sorrow
Nothing but a shimmering light
I emerge from a tunnel with all new strings
Bound together by all that is me
I look inside the tunnel that I had left I see you pacing around what is left
A pile of thread that is no longer
Because you asked for no strings attached
Someone special died because you drink and drive
Dear drunk driver I want you to know
Forgiveness is a fire enlight save souls
Maybe you live
Maybe you are deceased
Maybe you forgive
Maybe you are hurting
Blue you blue drink
Driving reckless quicker
Lives are linked
cause you can’t handle liquor
You didn’t care
You knew you were drunk
Car a weapon killing daughter or son
What if it was your mama
Or your daddy
Broken and bleeding
Screaming and crying
Wrapped around a tree
Or on the highway
What if your wife and child
Died that day?
Someone special died because you drink and drive.
Every day and holiday a family sighs
No more birthdays or 4th of Julys
No more phone calls or smiles from bright eyes
Victims who died because you drink and drive
Those who survive have hard work to do
Physically, therapy, or creating life new
advocating for cause for spiritual mending
Creating a bridge from tragedy to winning
this song has music
This is a joyous day.
I want to co-cover you
in the Heart of God.
Just be present share in the joy
of this new day for your heart of hearts.
He will always be your heart
my wish for you because God
is better than good to you.
May I share and enjoy of your reunion
You mother will always have nurture
and embrace you your fond heart.
This princely man a King.
I praise God for yours Woman of God.
You're waiting on the Lord He is renewing your strength—
RE ATTACHED HEARTS-
9/5/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
make me real the puppet ragged its master ~ no i hate wind up toys
By
David Kavanagh
An overwhelming sorrow,
no escape, not even in sleep,
only undying pain,
only overwhelming endurance.
Hot tears fall easily,
but I must exist;
it is your dictate,
it is your wish,
I cannot but obey
and bear the sacrifice.
No insanity for me,
no easy escape
I scream at night
in love and pain
for you know well
the art of sex.
I love and grieve,
yet it is clear,
your vision of me:
no strings attached.
After thousands of years
due to global ice melt in the permafrost
my carcass has been unearthed.
Not surprisingly I was hairy and
proto-Slavic.
Some idiot named me ‘Derick Specimen 974.2’,
My spirit watched as they soaked me in warm water
then froze me up again.
How many times must my remains
be poked about like this?
For centuries I have been interned,
exhumed, washed away
and bulldozed into dust,
leaving my genetic footprints all over
their dumb brains
and now some fool
looks upon my preserved remains
and names me ‘Derick’!’
Just wait until I dig one of you up
ten thousand years from now.
I won’t care how bald and scrawny looking you are,
I’ll name you: Aphrodite
even through your flaccid popsicle of a scrotum
is clear for all to see.
We are to attached
Our lives have
many forms.
These are our remainders.
To give our stuff up
it seems to be
to much.
Emotional and
Physical.
Our scars
We hang on until tomorrow.
Memories from yesterday's.
Our things we collect
are are treasures.
And I ask
Can what we hold
in our hands be
the same.
As in our hearts
for people we no
longer see.
Do you follow me?
It just a thing
like a piece of paper
Or clothes?
Who knows
We are to attached
that a fact.
That why we move
on to a smaller space.
It help clean out.
Even though we think
what a waste.
To leave behind.
But it happens to
all of us in good time.
If I’m proud of my country does it make me racist?
Better than all those in separate places,
a stigma attached in nationality cases
a taboo pride for thoughtless wasters.
But I can be proud of my team or my family,
sing songs out loud whilst beaming proudly,
I can be proud of my city or school,
why is national pride the mark of a fool
If I reflect on the person I am,
I’m not reflecting on an other man,
it’s not a comparison of somebody else,
my thought are of me, they include no one else
I say I’m proud to be British and you take offence,
because you think it means I hate the French
but at no point in time was I thinking of France
you assume I was because that is your stance.
It’s stupid to assume that pride is a bigot, it’s a learned assumption of intellectual limit,
I’m not proud of it all because some of it’s shameful,
so don’t be a fool and see pride as hateful. lol
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