You prolly ain't know
But I bet you could of guessed it,
If love is a disease
I been infected.
Scared to tell you how I feel—
Fear I be rejected.
Gotta say something now
Cause my heart getting desperate.
Don't wanna search for the next,
Don't wanna fall back on my ex.
I know you got the message
But forgot to read the text.
Modest like a Toyota,
But to me you a lex.
Horn haiku for this evening.
should stay protected
or will become infected
as was expected
Love is the most perfect disease
That can ever infect a human.
It was not made to kill, or invented
In a laboratory in Wuhan.
Love therefore's an infectious disease,
That can also be a global pandemic.
If only one man can pass it to the other,
And we all get the planet infected.
Pass it on to your neighbour with a smile,
With a handshake or even a hug.
You can also spread it with a text,
With a notebook or just tea in a mug.
It can be passed on in playgrounds,
In buses, trains and airplanes.
It can be found in schools and hospitals;
And through conversations over fences.
When you're infected it's easy to see;
You'll be happy and lively at peace with your mind.
When you start showing symptoms never be afraid
To reach to another and infect a friend.
If the whole world can have this beautiful disease
There can be no more quarrel and war.
All the people would share global peace,
And you would be happy just there where you are.
So start today! Start now, hug a friend, hug a foe!
Dress nice and covet your face with a smile.
Never engage in a quarrel or war;
The world has been longing for this for a while.
A-larming
L-ink's
J-eopardy
E-mploys
N-astiness
Q-uietly
U-sing
I-nfected
L-ungs
A-s
N-otorious
T-hreat
A-pplies
N-efarious
G-rime
Topic: Birthday of Aljen B. Quilantang (June 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Caught between the Scylla of illness and the Charybdis of wholeness
My reason and my belly
make a swift retreat
infected by indecision.
Side by side they stand now
silent like the dead.
I hear stranger cry
interrupting silence of the night.
Shadows of the sun sets
some new, untrodden path.
To wake, to cleanse, to make
man's spirit free.
Across the street a lonely bird
envies my resolution.
A gentle touch of the wind
scares it away.
In my little walled-in garden
tree of optimism now blooms.
Luminous rays of sun
teach me a new lesson
Bring yourself to your roots.
To manifest reason's grace
I hide the biggest residence -- cynicism,
so tender, so sweet.
Lit up by a spark
the counsel reticent
like finding a magic chalice
footsteps of a new life intrude
its swift pace precludes
the old disharmony.
Unseen to sentient life
unknown into the known.
I wait for faith's flux of ebb and flows
not a murmur of the past,
besieged and turbulent.
Lost quietude
slips into night.
infected finger
throbbing in torturous way
can ruin my week
The scent of ascent
To dizzying heights sometimes impelled dark nights
To invade spaces and faces that sent
Shivers and quivers that brought down knights
Drunk on ubris
Expecting fame
Catalyzing a crisis
Drowning in shame
From which no escape route
Drew nigh the harder knights beat chests
When the glint from their boot
Failed tests
Reliability and validity in human warmth
Couched in solemn language
Dwelt not in vintage cloth
That couldn’t and wouldn’t conceal the seepage
Emptiness in cold hearts
Wept
In radical ramparts
Kept
Multiplying in moves so inept
Peasants and passersby
So adept
Perceived as dry
Manifestations of lost souls
Without an agenda of sympathy and empathy
Whose gregarious goals
Suffered irreparable atrophy
Cos knights reforms they repelled
Advice for improvement they rejected
Friendly folks from vicinity they expelled
Until ubris pushed to limits of insanity knights affected, infected, respected and projected.
Selected Area Infected
He had selected an area which was infected;
Contains cancer cells that should be corrected;
Searched around;
Source found;
Is something that does seem so complicated.
Jim Horn
I am infected by your gaze,
your laugh,
your smile.
I am infected with a poison.
It's called love,
and there is no antidote.
I am infected, even though your cold,
hard,
unforgiving,
stare shatters my heart.
I am infected by your love of poetry,
the arts,
music.
I am infected by your voice,
smooth,
inviting,
warm.
But most of all,
I am infected by the way I want to love you,
but we all know that won't happen.
“Infected”
It creeps in like thief in the night,
Without a word, without sound,
I feel creep slowly across my spine all the way to my mind,
There is no fight, I cannot flee,
From its dark grip that surrounds me,
All I feel is the pain in my brain and nothing enters my head,
Oh this pain, how I wish I were dead
But in an instant it leaves,
The sweet taste of freedom fills me,
The solution to my pain,
I had push it through it, to defeat my bane
Infected By The 'Bug'
Thanks to ItsSpitting,
I’ve started caching
Come wind, rain or shine
Getting out no matter what,
Walking here and there
During the day, or even in the dark
With ItsSpitting and Sprite our Geohound
From cycle paths to muddy tracks
And water filled lanes,
Geocaching is in my blood
And until the bug does one
It’s caching all the way!
work
the genes are stitching
it is the gravity of the past
the weight of planets descending
invisible uncarpeted
stairs
it is the man on land
in asking why the drowning man
grasps at straws
the master looks on, very perturbed,
distracted, as if
thinking of something else
very busy
distracted by all the great effort, all the good things,
he has wrought , in spite of
everyone else
with their skinners in the bossman's
pocket
I was on a journey
The destination wasn't clear
I needed to experiment
And challenge every fear
I was slightly unsure
But not at all lost
He lured me in with his mind
And the price of my heart it cost
I wanted to have just a taste
But then we really connected
Aside from everything I ever knew
I was irrevocably infected
I tried to make sense of it all
Then easily dismissed the thought
I hadn't realized I was hooked
And too distracted to know I was caught
I mean, I was on a serious high
The one you always chase after
And the feeling was just so good
Like those deep bursts of sudden laughter
It's not easy to admit
But the addiction became clear
Every time he was far away
I needed him close, needed him near
I urgently needed to detox
It was time to break away
I managed to stay clean
For 3 weeks and 5 days
Put up all my guards
Avoided all the traps
And when I thought
I was strong enough
I easily relapsed
Im sick of this poison you have injected,
Get it out,
Please tell me how,
Im sick of being infected.
It makes me feel numb,
Either way I haven't got anything to feel.
In this world,
We are all infected.
I once told a lie
as I looked her in the eyes
LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL
I just smashed a bowl
CB is a troll
In both sense
Wandering through minds of the unforgiven
As they irrationally spill their metaphorical hearts
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