I met my perfect partner in the gym,
He gently catered to my wildest whim.
My every mood
He understood -
Turned out I wed transgender Pam, not Tim.
But by the time the fluid truth sank in,
He/She/They, Me were bonded skin to skin.
Pam, I love you,
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Happily Ever After lies within.
One man’s opulence another
Might consider tacky,
Especially when catered to
By every spineless lackey.
Yet those who rake in riches
As their empire’s being built
Should, if empathy at all exists,
Feel just a little guilt.
So many struggle just to live
While barely getting by;
Still, we hear of millions being spent
By those who rule on high.
A little gilt can be too much
And for a would-be king,
A little guilt, at least, should come
From those who kiss his ring.
They long to be catered, treated, and trimmed.
They are like mortals hungry for manicures;
Like house pets pleading to be petted.
Many lawns are in a state of harm,
hindered by downpours of rain.
They envy the flowers and trees,
who have escaped a late freeze.
But they are endowed with patience.
They know that it won't be long now
before they will grace the properties
and wave gingerly as the cars rush by.
One night, in the famous Amazon Rainforest
held its first “Mr. or Miss Venomous Quest,”
Goals of the search were for entertainment and fun
catered to all diurnal brutes who’re sad without the sun.
Nocturnal animals hosted an amusement battle
where the chosen team-representatives will wrestle,
They put up a wrestling ring under an oak tree
for all spectators could clearly view or see.
Invited judges were two birds from the west
who’ve the biggest eyes among the animals in the forest
They were Mr. and Mrs. Owls of Nocturnal Village
who married after one of them took advantage.
Loud cheers filled the air during that night
Judges’ wide eyes were as bright as the moonlight
Before the serpent has been bitten by the scorpion,
Strangled by her pinchers, she was declared champion!
Between the lines above the shores silence grows flooding the bayou taking moss from tall hollow branches as driftwood falls to the ground splash empty Orr the balance beneath hidden gems catered to beyond what is seen and what is not seen while the tropical breeze frolic about nature's coastline beside the bay while inland moves to a different drum racing to board walks river rafters through beach erosion mastering the sense of being safe crystal springs rushes by and by while rain scatters across the sky clouds burst the sun peeking through in a distance dancing on the greenery the warm tides rises hugging the soft shores
Unbalanced Entities,
Happy in Their fallacies,
Are Co Creating Reality.
Patterns of Violence,
And complacency,
Run rampantly,
Through Society.
Being catered,
By The Agency,
Directing You and Me,
Dictating our Rights To Be.
Famine and War Plague our Soul Family,
And The Rich are asking for your Charity,
The Classes creating Poverty,
A pointless Economy.
Hypnotizing It's prey,
Guiding the way.
Hiding away.
It's there everyday.
For some it collects dust,
To others It's a must,
All or Bust.
If I could just,
Change the perspective,
Of the collective.
Let's change the Objective,
Subjectively,
Understand It's energy.
From Entity to Entity,
Reflectively,
Respectively.
Flowing repeatedly,
Carrying our energy.
Negatively or positive,
The cycle is a must.
If it's collecting dust,
It's affecting us.
Just let it move freely,
It could just feed the Needy.
Brett threw himself a party
Since he hit the big 4-0
And there never was a question if
We would or wouldn’t go.
He planned it with his mother’s help
And catered in the food,
With jars of flowers on the tables
For a festive mood.
A slide show played with photos
Showing years of happy pics
As the guests all met and mingled,
Quite a varied friendly mix.
Several people took the stage to speak
And what stood out to me
Was what every tribute mentioned,
Not just generosity,
But the many ways that Brett has shown
To family and friends,
So much caring and affection,
Which, once started, never ends.
The party was delightful
And all gathered there for Brett
Surely’d join me in the hope this was
His favorite birthday yet.
(Brett, like my daughter, his girlfriend,
has “special needs.”)
Ripped from submissive
timing employed empowered
by selfless energies I tired
beneath the notions of hidden
tangible lessons entrusted
entangled by mastery cleverly
designed inbound communication
I catered to endless emotions
that dissipated dissolved on
impact tampering with desire
holding on to the mere essence
of my own adoration beyond what
is next what is covenant what is
protected upon a chess board
protecting the queen’s soul body
and heart at all cost a rapture of
surety creating mastering safety
above all else saving protecting me
With mild mannerism
I catered to the
emptiness while my
mind wandered effortlessly
through memoric findings
finishing my thoughts
whispering from beyond
calling out to me braising
white noise voices withered
screeching squeals shrills
witnessing hell beneath
Dante inferno balanced
mingling with drifting wails
gather beneath oak branches
blood soaked feathers
tangled threads watered down
beads of swollen sunken
eyelids releasing tears as
the mist of thee unrest
souls rises into the awaiting
skies within closed eyes
holding on to my own
remarkable faith
Timid Man
The ridiculed mind of a man stands between two lines, To stagger in thought, Never to vine. My slivered emotions, As they wither away, Are left to wallow in past decay. To dig at a splinter under the skin, Scratching the surface of catered sin. Wish I was to dead to care, Without pain, And no despair. To fear without trembling, To see without eyes, To feel without touching, To have reasons without whys. To breath without taking, To cry without tears, To suffer without aching, To pass days without years. To live without dying, To fly without wings, To search without finding, To flow without streams. To end without starting, To never hale a dream, To protect without guarding, Nothings what it seems. There's a look in his timid eyes, To afraid to live, To afraid to die. Your betrayed by self illusion, You live in thoughts demise, To be suffocated by deception, And blinded by its disguise.
I began faking a smile at 10
Although I never cried in front of others, I stopped showing all feelings
By age 12 my friend began self harm
Thinking about it was as far as I ever got
To be honest the only reason I never got beyond the thought was my brother
By age 14 I moved away from everyone I loved yet continued to "be okay"
It was becoming more and more difficult to contain the breakdowns when there was no longer things to take away
What used to help me is no longer of interest because I was told that it made me worse.
I catered to everyone around me and didn't want to try anymore
When I met him I expected him to leave and when he didn't I got attached
Trusting people and talking about my home was something I stopped by age 13
Everything was improving and then it came crashing down.
At age 15 I started starving myself because it made me thinner
Now I'm halfway to 16 and have decided that I am done pretending
If everyone that made me this way won't apologize then neither will I
Being able to trick everyone else was a skill but perhaps, I also fell victim to the mask.
Not like this
it's like never before
it seems impossible
something we can't ignore
it's a something Spectacular
it's beyond incredible
it's sourta unreal
thought I'd let you know
Come to you
for you
catered especially for you
with you in mind
all interested
might find it interesting
ya'll get together
and let's do this thing
we can't cope
and aint no hope
unless
we are the best
forget all the rest
we the best
and everything else
is a strummers fiddle
From the beginning
men denied women
independence.
We were trained,
And treated like
An apprentice.
They denied us
mobility.
They demanded
fertility.
We could go
to school,
Couldn't practice
what we learned.
If we dare spoke up,
We were burned.
We were not allowed
To have our own income.
We catered to the King
In his kingdom.
Often, we were treated
Like property.
Bartered, traded, swapped,
Like commodities.
They used religion,
And the Bible.
They tell us there the
Reason for our survival.
They used brute
force to keep
Us in place.
The bruises,
bumps, scars,
Shows on our faces.
Sexual assault is par
For the course.
We were not allowed
to ask for
a divorce.
We live our life
Under their Thumbs.
They prefer us
Pregnant and dumb.
Even today they
deny us equality.
We don't have
personal autonomy.
They have led us to
Where we are today.
This is how FEMINISM
Found its way.
TURBO1904?
Tea party elf fixed a tea table for six.
A mouse came by to ask if he could fix.
What kinds of delicacies do you make?
I can do a pumpkin pie or a caramel cake.
Tea party elf hired him on the spot of course.
Along came a bee, a grasshopper and a horse.
Elf sat on his daisy chair and watched mouse bake.
Horse ran off, for he liked oats and corn in his cake.
Bee and grasshopper waited politely for the food.
It was marvelous, and all were in a terrific mood.
Best tea party I’ve ever catered, said the mouse.
There was joy and levity in the meadow outdoor house.
Beauty,
What does it look like to you?
Flowers,
Sunsets,
People?
Beauty is so broad yet so slim
Think outside the box
You might get shoved back in,
Beauty can be confusing
I didn’t know it,
Until I chose to learn it.
Be skinny,
Girls be short,
Boys be tall,
Have a pretty face,
Have long flowing hair,
Wear what everyone else is wearing,
Fit. The. Standard.
If you don’t fit it,
You don’t fit beauty.
But, what if beauty wasn’t a look,
A type
A skin color?
What if beauty was catered to you?
How you feel?
How you look?
What if beauty was
Joy,
Anger,
Sadness,
Confusion,
Life?
I learned that beauty starts with you,
Beauty can be so broad,
Beauty is everything you carry,
Including the so-called ugly parts.
You are beauty
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