My muse is an excuse for an insatiable desire
To empty my heart and set your heart on fire
I’m not much of a writer if you didn’t know
Unless life inspired or desired by sensual soul
It’s as if red fever has stricken my body
Words circle blue brain and join to party
I hate it yet love it the denim dilemma
Writing like lightening often don’t remember
Time before prime of it striking my mind
As a kind of escape from or to better time
Some days I choose other days I don’t
To be my own muse write my own song
Oh cacoethes you created a unique me
I panic without you, you set me free
Categories:
cacoethes, appreciation, poetry,
Form: Couplet
Cacoethes as infatuation
visited me mostly in my youth.
Those deep yearnings fed my soul
with the lyrics of melancholy love songs
that revolved on my record player’s
turntable as I, in my callow days,
lay in bed drowning in my fantasies
of unobtainable desires.
Cacoethes as cravings
found me also as the obsessions
that were literally fed me as food.
Too easily was I led
by edible longings -
but I was not feeding real hunger.
Rather – I was hungering
to feed an empty heart.
Eventually I learned to control
my cravings for the sweet and the salty,
and old longings of infatuation
long ago fled from me.
Any void I feel today
I fill with cacoethe substitutes
mostly harmless and rarely unhealthful
as I move my pen again and again
over paper.
Categories:
cacoethes, addiction,
Form: Free verse
CACOETHES
The urge comes upon us all, in time
To step over the line, however bad
Yet some of us know, others do not
How deep into trouble one has got
For a few, it can be starting the rot
But in ignorance, still won’t be sad
And not recognise when it’s a crime
One may even surrender to the urge
When being naughty is all that it is
But not when it’s serious infatuation
Nor if resulting in severe perturbation
Breathe deep with a slow exhalation
Perhaps even welcome that rare fizz
And feel a little sizzle with the surge
Embrace control as smooth emulsion
Always know the way back to sanity
The word created by ancient Greeks
Heed the warning of which it speaks
Read those signs in reddening cheeks
And listening out for all the profanity
Yet be wary if it becomes compulsion
Categories:
cacoethes, abuse, anger, angst,
Form: Rhyme
"Alone is an addiction for Agoraphobics," ... by The Poet
Fireplace, beg a question; spark fuels naught?
Tired face lit the embers that awaken,
iron mace walled, beyond, fox and bears fraught.
My birthplace well-hushed that quiet sneak-in.
Contented engraved on my face, falsely,
consent and circumstance, hunger and thirst,
extent and measure, fed and quenched shortly,
ingested fully well, blessed, and naught cursed.
Accordingly, dawn swaps late noon's plum skies,
rewardingly, I stepped outside to pause,
awarding me sunsets that soothe my eyes.
Artistry; that the dusk paints when it draws.
Twilight ascends, sunlight lost, moonlight found.
Finite embers dim, alert eyes remained,
my sight sees, the fire's out, I'm bedroom bound.
Divine light flits fears, embrace Grace proclaimed.
Categories:
cacoethes, absence, addiction, anxiety, character,
Form: Lento
inexplicable,
this endlessly gnawing yen...
and hunger for thee!
Date written: 06/27/2020
Categories:
cacoethes, deep, desire, longing, passion,
Form: Senryu
Faint glimmers - The most radiant, - of hope
Have transcended such a lackluster horizon,
And words of wonder have yet,
But yet again and with assent,
Escaped my lips for better bet.
For haven't all who wandered near,
And wondered here - despite the years -
And fought the tears beyond,
With a missive and a word
Had what they held most dear?
In silent awe, such scents deceive.
What raucous sights by touch alone
Have swindled love to show itself,
And tasted victory from the cups
of which the gods themselves did drink?
Hello, perfect daughter of the day.
Your sunshine rays did fall upon me,
And my greatest fear, most horrible
That all this - Remain to see - at but
A pass of your hand, might come from your lips.
And may I, can I, trust what I don't see?
A worthy way to wither to the years,
For - Whether love may shine upon me -
I still hold no bearing; I still am None.
This is yet another passing moment.
Categories:
cacoethes, imagination, love, may,
Form: Free verse