FIXATION
Eager eyes and a hopeful heart
of innocent and pure intent.
Just to be in close proximity
gives smitten eyes their glint.
Clouds beneath infatuated feet,
lost in daydreams through the night.
Weakened knees and butterflies,
the tell tale signs of loves first bite
Who's not traversed that winding road,
whose ups and downs are not yet shown?
Each twist a chance to turn romance
into love, loss, or the friend zone.
It's a tight rope walk on eggshells,
drama traps made to anger or please.
Perchance you reach the other side,
and the juice just ain't worth the squeeze.
The lesson here, though all too clear,
is lost to infatuation.
Loyal and steadfast makes love last,
sparks are frivolous fixations.
Testosterone poisoning, there is no vaccine
That will keep this from killing all those in between
The coming of age and the coming unglued
Among one society segment imbued
With certain fixations which are second to none
When they fix on a target while coming undone
It can't be the tools they use in their trade
It must be some other trade-off we've made
For surely some illness is causing this schism
Besmirching what we know is exceptionalism
We have to get better with our institutions
Because we hold sacrosanct our constitution
Solutions will surely present themselves when
The sword remains mightier still than the pen
There's always exceptions proving the rules
And challenging history's only for fools
They always rush in where wise men refrain
We'll stay with the angels, we're holding the reins
This too, shall pass, it's happened before
It'll happen again, there's always one more
Misguided fool going off of the rails
Conservative minds will always prevail
Secure in the notion that right will make might
And the mighty will be sleeping soundly tonight
That flowers fall
Like autumn comes and leaves begin to blush
Like rains confess the wild’s restraining souls
Screams the rowdy youth of such fragile rush
Roars our untamed minds from London to Seoul
Speak love, speak hate and He may laugh at thee
At crazed and blinded fixations like fame
But though He sings slow ballads to the sea
So does He mourn unruly souls like Cain
And look, oh look, that flowers fall as well
and blushing leaves shower idlers in fall
Like wind lies, like rain dies, like waves shall swell
Like flowers fall, like me, all things befall
Does Nature not die certain as shall I?
As Nature is beauty, I am alive.
I am just getting started to venture…
… feasting sumptuously, satiating my cravings midst well-being’s fullness
... feeding the malnourished kids toward physical and mental footsteps
… featuring myself along my twelve-month color scheme of saintly fashion
… flying over Mt. Everest, then trek at its pinnacle with my gratitude flag
… freeing all biblically righteous activists, accused as religious fugitives
... fostering abandoned special children in our orphanage to adopt them finally
… fathoming futility’s frame against frustration-fall
… fleeing to family’s joyous bondings around blessings’ flow
… fulfilling my own desires, defying folly’s flair
… firing-up my heart’s fixations…
Fueled by God, I thank Him for putting in me reverential fear* so by faith freely I follow Him willingly along holiness-bliss of fervency’s fortitude.
*Psalm 111:10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever.
September 24, 2019
(Free verse incorporating alliteration and list forms)
If I weren’t afraid, I’d…
… feast sumptuously, satiating my cravings midst well-being’s fullness
… feature myself along my twelve-month color scheme of saintly fashion
… fly over Mt. Everest, then trek at its pinnacle with my gratitude flag
… free all biblically righteous activists, accused as religious fugitives
… fathom futility’s frame against frustration-fall
… flee to family’s joyous feedings around blessings’ flow
… fulfill my own desires, defying folly’s flair
… fire-up my heart’s fixations…
Fueled by God,
firmly I cling to Him, thanking Him
for putting in my heart
fear* that's reverential so by
faith I can
freely obey and willingly
follow Him along holiness-bliss of
fervency’s fortitude.
*Psalm 111:10 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever.
September 11, 2019
Edited on February 10, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND SELECT K, any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/11/2020.
Walk me through the corridors of life and beauty
The enchanted walls stained with nightly lust
Luscious halls gleam with fetish doorways
Lovers dance wickedly across an expanse of marble
Tear and burn melancholy's embrace
Kiss me and drain it from my lips
Ava
Do not let my blood flow cold
To not be frozen tight
Can you hear my calls, beyond the vast forest of fixations
Beyond the iron gates of whispering mania
I need to feast my eyes on beauty so rare and pure
The scent of a Ravenheart
Wishing to dwell in dear symbiosis
To know how your touch will make me feel
The feeling of derma against my palms
Licking the deepest fissure
Imprisoned by lace and fragrance
Eroticism oblivion
It lies deep within
Ava
Your name forever haunting.
In my thoughts and perhaps my heart.
Here and there blissful memories reoccur.
your presence in them lead me to be erratic.
Taken in by the reminiscence of intimacy.
Seized beyond ecstasy for my touch is key.
Your voice keen with affirming provocative praise for you comprehend my fixations.
Will you ever relinquish this intoxication in me?
Will you ever vanish from my head?
It hurts me don't you know.
for the one I chose evermore.
Humanity is transient and fleeting -- save
For what memories and dreams may linger....
Too much violence, again.
How flawless a wolf does feign.
Down in the humming cellar,
The guise of a gentle fella.
You have made the beast laugh,
Always expecting a puppy half,
Through centuries of fantasy,
With phantasmagorical empathy.
And the Moon -- what a joke --
I turn in anger and smoke,
It, mostly, soothes and calms,
Devoid of talismans and balms.
Begging for peace and salvation
In fleeting moments of meditation,
Between the madness of transformation,
I ponder my sorted, wolfen fixations.
Disclaimer: This is a poem about drugs. I do not condone, nor suggest the use of any drugs. However, I unfortunately did live a free and eventually devastating party lifestyle. Which, I do not wish upon anyone. But, they were wrote, and they will be shared. If poems regarding drug use offends you... Please do not read further. Thanks.
First comes the snort, then inhalation
Streaming clouds of energy,
fill a dark and sweat filled room.
A blast of Energy, From Snowflakes of Joy
All quiet, sounds barely audible.
A tiny voice peeps,
"takes another."
Piling a bank of glistening powder
Call them lines, bumps, or rails.
Grasp the bed, after one last grasp of straw
It unleashes its power, a feeling of flight
Floating amongst, puffy nice clouds
My world plays out in fast forward
Deal and sell, Use, then Steal
Fixing all of my fixations
A monster sized blast,
Suddenly, free falling upon
the dirtiest of floors.
Still, undaunted, I, fully swear
There strangely exists appeal
of self inflicted near death,
Blessed, Little reminders,
Random tingling of the arms.
Only appreciated truly, justly
accompanied with sharp chest pain.
FANTASIES.
Fantasies can be futile, but fun,
Better than fixations for some,
Fantasies can be great for everyone,
When company at your side, there's none,
Let's fantasise,
And visualise---
Impossible dreams my brain ran,
All over some intangible man,
Must believe in the invisible,
So not really credible,
But better than fixations for some,
Fantasies can be futile, but fun.
Attacking others will never gain you ground
You’ll see the enemy when you turn around
Stand and face the eyes you see
Within the mirror is the inner me
Gaze upon this sight, until the face is changed
Your thoughts within, soon utterly rearranged
Even as you read, you do not understand
Do to erroneous conditioning, since girl to woman, and boy to man
Let go of emotions you know that are wrong
As only the collective suffers, from this detrimental song
I’ve studied your thoughts and hear you cry
Struggling with fixations you know are a lie
I study your mind inside and out
Observing your observations of matters you know nothing about
Someone has deceived you, into believing castles in the sky
Although you possess the power, you find comfort in not knowing why
You’ve taken a pill, and normal is your sick
Are these the words of reality or just simple limerick?
You Be The Judge.
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*Acrostic*
*Satan On Satin*
Sinister movements enhance
Advancements. Yoga pants,
Tight thighs, erotic prance.
Attraction at first glance.
Now, let me see you belly dance!
Opulent in your sexual fixations and you've
Nominated me because of my self confidence!
Sexy as hell and loves to dominate, that
Apple bottom makes me want to procreate.
Teasing, kissing my abdomen,
Increased flow rate!
Now, let me see your belly dance
Jared Pickett
3/20/2014
Asavvy1
If you don't stop all your nagging
You are going to be gagging
With the sock I shove into
Your mouth that is causing you
To lose all of my respect
I just might have to dissect
Your heart to see what has made
Your kindness begin to fade
And talk trashy accusations
About my sexy fixations
And about me wanting more
They are just tales of lore
That would never really happen
I'm about to do some slappin'
To knock sense back in your brain
I don't want to cause you pain
But I want to make this clear
If you need me I'll be here
As a friend and confidant
So please do not try and flaunt
Any more lies or you might
Just disappear out of sight
Until I let you go free
Hearing your JUST friends with me
These fallon pelicans, given pre-eminence amid this world it's moment in time
Deceptive, their worthless plumes; fixations weaving in and out, hellionistic hues
Led by the prince of what soon shall be, what was; your waning dreams ? Romulus.
International terrorists in a figurative sense and growing numb to this slaughter...
Bewitched they believe that there is no god aside thee ? Fixations, fashioned figurines
Chanting off with their heads the middle class row his Cu Clux Plan from her Southern poll ?
Shouting someone get love's gun out of Bobbie Woe's hand; Guildman Saxe, these be foreign sands.
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