B erry tasty; each bite a treat
E specially Deutschland yummy
R eturn for another nutty slice
R egale for my lips and tongue
Y es, all the taste buds stimulate
G o into the local pantry
U se only freshly picked fruits
T ake more than one slice
C an I stay; well at least for now
A m I satisfied; you betcha
K ingly fare, fresh, and mouthwatering
E ssential with cup of coffee
A Whisper—soft—within the Mind—
That no one else perceives—
It taps—like Fingers on the Soul—
And rustles—like the Leaves—
We doubt—it is so delicate—
And Reason—loud and sure—
Yet Wisdom has a quiver—small—
Its Arrows—silent—pure—
Trust not the Thunder of the World—
Nor Voices—sweet with art—
For Truth begins in Footsteps faint—
That echo—through the Heart—
A Candle glows within the Dark—
It waits—though none may see—
Attend the Stillness—heed the Light—
Your Spirit’s Decree—set Free--
You should always trust your gut.
Ignore advice that starts with, “But…”
And let that door swing slowly shut
That leads to other ways.
For if you heed a different voice
And give in to another choice,
Most likely you will not rejoice
Since caving rarely pays.
It’s true, your gut may steer your wrong
But when that inner pull is strong,
Where it may lead’s where you belong,
For instinct rarely strays.
Your gut holds instinct,
It will make you think.
That sinking feeling,
Is revealing something.
Some things are not as they seem,
The gut knows when to intervene.
Coming in between,
What you are seeing,
Truly believing.
Receiving the information,
You have a clearer part to play in.
Within this simulation,
Your tuned to your own station.
You feel the invasion,
Embrace the sensation.
Meet the vibration,
To see truth or manipulation.
Instinct saves you from extinction,
So what is your gut thinking.
Reaction
my gut
reaction to
your leaving is one of
relief since your love for me is
long dead
My boyfriend was agitated
Because I was constipated
We'd be late for the game
Of course I was to blame
My butt hole's not dialated
On and on he whined and waited
Use of laxatives, debated
In my gut it was stuck
I could smell it... oh yuck
Boyfriend getting more frustrated
I could hear the game on the phone
I said, "Go. Just leave me alone!"
But he didn't hear me
His team was up by three
Stomach hurt, I let out a moan
Half hour later, he was snoring
I guess the game must be boring
I still sat on the can
Cursing my boyfriend, Dan
Who was no longer adoring.
After being lubricated
I sighed at being elated
Although my butt was sore
I had to poop no more
My bowels had been vacated
I found Dan's note and shook my head
"I had to poop, so went home instead
of waiting for you, Sue.
After this, we are through!"
That's exactly what his note said.
I felt relief, more ways than one
Happy that Dan and I were done
Now I can be alone
When sitting on my throne
No one shouting, "Hurry up, Hun!!"
The wind blows in any desired style
Any day every once in a while,
Man's comments to it are just a riffraff pile.
The sun will give you some chilli sensation,
With no fear for it needs to take no consultation
From mankind whose whimperings cause no affliction.
Yet you still worry about what they'll say
When you know, they only speak once a Day.
No other day is given, for them to play
Take your clay-
Remember, just to mould a craft-
Trust your guts-
They help you, for no matter your move,
The tongue will move-
In critique.
But listen, "There has never been a statue erected for a critique",
I heard so...
What you feel in your gut
Can’t be called right or wrong
For your gut’s where the strongest
Emotions belong.
Both your brain and your heart
Filter feelings you hold,
Which may soften or change
Based on things you’ve been told.
But your gut takes the kick
And the way you react
May determine if you
Can survive it intact.
With a poke from your brain
And a nudge from your heart,
You can temper the kick
Without falling apart.
I don't have to explain myself
I know my tasks
I know my present
I know my past
I trust my thoughts
I follow my gut
I know when to talk
and when to shut up.
I don't need your opinion
I don't need your attention
I don't need your pity
I don't need your protection
this is my domain
not your extension
I've been always on my own anyways
without your affection
Jessica
(07/23)
I had my father's face
his mouth and eyes
his thin skinned heart.
Though those features have melted
and are smeared by old age.
I sometimes wonder if he ever had my
genetically maimed gut.
He never knew me
nor I him,
but I carry my mother's pain
her long gut-aching loss,
but her loss and mine
were never the same.
You can't mend a loss
you cannot name
and she could not shed
her gut-wrenching death wish
until it came for her.
Go with your gut instinct
Don't force communication
Keep them short and succinct
Don't fool your emotions
They be alluring and distinct
Doesn't mean there's a link
If feeling a bit on edge
Leave it on the ledge
Ain't gotta make no pledge
If they constantly make you think
The feeling just ain't right
Don't give it any fight
Stay out of their sight
On that dark and dismal road
just me and him.
Inside me, something is screaming
can you hear me
will you hear me
do you dare me
weird, supernatural aura
intangible, formless
floating there in my gut
scattered butterflies
fluttering
frenzied
frantic
in a dark deep barrel
there is no escape.
As we pass by each other
he raise his hand,
a threat.
everything within me stopped
silenced by fear
petrified.
He laughed mockingly
and walked on.
My loss led me to confront
the consequences of my reckless emotions.
For you are still clutching to my heart,
stabbing into my soul like that of a dagger.
Please let me go
and live out my destiny...
...Our foretold fate.
Courage to write
Starts inside
Trusting your cadence
Your pain your smile
Your anger your light
Your sense (s)
The gut that’s yours
Inside, moving,
Struggling through the blindness
To move forward
Towards your voice
True, trusting, honest
Start somewhere
Start here
Start now
Red balloons with clowns attached
Lock your doors
Keep the windows latched
So many people
Knocking at the door
One, two, three, four,
Ten or twelve or maybe more
Disembodied voices
Screaming in my head
I found their bodies sleeping
Underneath my bed
Which I am now so far from
But still they haunt my head
There’s a man in the corner
There’s a child on the ceiling
I don’t know what’s over there
But still I hear it screaming
Howling echoes in my mind
Demons dance before my eyes
Seems I forgot my pills again
I search for them with hazy vision
Check the bottle once then twice
Then with horror I realize
Why it is that I’m so nervous
Why I appear so tense
The pills offset each other
So I’m not making sense
And then my head begins to spin
My vision darkens yet again
I fall to the floor
And the beasts dance no more
But still the voices loudly roar
Among the lot, before consciousness slips
“Leave him be. He's just drunk again.”
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