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Far out on Neptune's briny sea,
my hammock holding still
while the ship slowly rocks side to side,
tired and lonely, I close my eyes.
In this darkness I can hear
the constant lapping of the waves
against my ship's hull from bow to stern
and imagine the breeze's gentleness
as it caresses each delicate drop
before it splashes back to its home in the sea.
In this quasi-conscious state of being
My attention is drawn to an aroma so sweet
it reminds me of vanilla or, maybe, jasmine
rooted in a desert hillside mingling
with the cleanness of a Spring rain.
Am I really smelling this
or is my heart playing with my mind?
I am now imagining my arms
wrapping around your body,
breathing in your essences
after my tall ship returns to port.
How many days and hours will that be?
The sea is my home and I know it well,
but am cruising in unfamiliar waters
whose depths, denizens and perils
have yet to be discovered and charted.
With fair winds and a forgiving tide,
how fast can we go?
Is there such a thing as sailing too fast?
How many knots can that be?
Every moment ticking by creates another knot;
one that ties itself inside of me.
Sleep is not forthcoming;
I stir, my breathing heightens,
I slip out of my hammock
and my steps bring me to the deck
where I longingly look out over those ripples
separating me from you.
Surrounded by the pitch black of night I'm enheartened
by the moon's beams dancing like water nymphs
on the milky crest of every wave
filling my eyes with sensuous beauty.
My heart feels warm and vibrant now
and I turn my gaze upon that splendid orb
slowly spanning midnight's sky,
for somehow I know across this expanse of ocean,
you are looking at it too.
I continue my journey into the darkness,
chasing the moon to be closer to you.
Tonight, standing on this cold forlorn deck,
I wish I could reach up into the heavens,
pluck that chromish gem from the sky,
and give it to you to hold forever.
Back in my hammock I think and wonder,
when this ship, again, drops anchor in port,
will you be at dockside waiting for me?
When my sails are relaxed,
my jib tied down resting in its place,
and I finally set these seadog's legs upon the shore,
will you be there?
I am but a lonely sailor
looking for your outstretched arms
to guide my heart into a safe harbor...
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Chosen to be a perfectionist
all things in order
not out of order
the pantry is orderly
the shelves are amazing
the dishes are placed
neatly arranged with a homemade cake
perfectly amongst the race
clean clean clean away
no time wasted, non-worried faces
this is right, that is wrong
a perfect home
If it means being alone
straighten out items, neatness all around
when leaving, must come back to the cleanness
orderly you see, nothing is thrown around
If it is, you have to get down
seemed perfect in all that was done
the atmosphere is right
each day and night
shoes come off at the door
sinks are wiped down after repeated usage
no time for disorderly, nor items misplaced
a day to relax, some days are amazing
the perfectionist, having some patience
what a view being seen
overall, it's clean clean clean
neatness in appearance
nothing out of line
even the clock on the wall
cannot be the wrong time
a picture that is crooked
has to be straighten
don't keep them waiting
Some things are not outdated
not a lent on the floor
that cannot definitely be ignored
a life with the perfectionist
as time definitely goes by
sometimes asking, why? why? why?
the dinner invite, extended settings
just a piece of the delicious apple pie
the hand slightly was hit twice
barely hurt, a smile with love
no, not now, that is the dessert
just wait for the appetizers, the entrees
fancy elegant dinner plates are placed
gold silverware, decors, red flowers, and more
the table is so extraordinary
the view is so nice
the room is full of peace, love, and joy
If you're messy, you might not be invited anymore
oh well, the day has gone
all family, friends, and others went home
until the holidays come again
invitations are amongst limited
maybe next time the host will be the guest
and all, figuring out the rest.
The perfectionist.
Note:
Sometimes a perfectionist will change some guidelines.
Faith, Prayers. Jesus. Grace.
Can this be me? You?
orderly, clean, & neat.
Some people have said that cleaning can be mind relaxing. Also, a form of exercise because you're always moving. After the results, you can see the finishing.
An atmosphere that is suitable to live in.
CAN I?
Can I tell you l love you or I hate you?
Can I tell you I hate that I love you?
Can I tell you how I hate your smile?
Can I brief you of my lost hair at the
Moment I saw your dark nakedness?
Can I naked your thought in their eyes?
Can I make your head a talking drum?
Can the moon visit the mind of those
Lost sons of yours before the new rain?
If you were to be taken to my heart,
Can you shine like the sun and blindfold
The bacteries in my manhood?
Make haste of your laughter for it is killing
The man that I used to be at noon before the dusk.
Last night I told my story to the moon,
He loved the guts of my bravity but can
I tell him that you hate that I love you?
Remember I can make your eyes a bleeding tap,
Remember I can call the sun on your white face,
Remember nothing is in your eyes that is not in my
Head and nose whenever you fart like the Romans.
Can I tell you why you mother that childless mother?
Can I bath your emotion with emotional stories?
Honestly, I should have tell the air to take away
That breathe that makes human when you left,
I should have tell your unborn child of your cruelty dancing along the road when you had him.
Get off the road! Get off my life you beast!!
Smile to those out there not me 'cause I have
Seen the nakedness of your woman and it stings.
When mother comes, cry not of lost of a husband;
Your dirty underwears made the monster in me.
Tell father not to worry about my intension,
Am already driving towards grace and love.
That woman with a white chocolate teeth is
In fact, a pigeon in my head now and; tomorrow.
Can I tell you that you smell like the He- goat
And no fragrance can make you better?
I have bathed today but the fart in your body betrayed my cleanness at the gate of the compound.
Your hair as tell as the pig's tail swinging for fun,
Can I tell you that I hate you but, I cannot tell to go and I cannot tell you to stay?
But now, I wonder "Will I have the bravery to follow?"
Demise shall follow if I am to attain redemption and cleanness of my sins that tarnish my soul.
Sometimes, I cling to yes, sometimes I cling to no.
When the dark clouds blur my sight, I ask myself "What is worth living for?", some believe in god, some in money or in even a more mundane wish.
I lack this one thing, I lack the purpose that would impulse me forward. But then, I speculate "For me, must be love", but what is love? I do not know, I am an strange to it, perhaps this wasn't reserved for everyone.
Well, one thing is right, my passing will not be mourned nor missed. It will go like the wind, now here then gone and noone noticed a thing.
Many leaves were shaken, many tears soiled the ground, yet, none of this was spotted by anyone.
To the people I did wrong "I am sorry, please, do forgive me".
To the people that hates me, hate me more, be genuine with it and be the fuel of this endeavor. Hurt me more, make me bleed, cut open my flesh, as he once did when I was an infant, paint the wall with my crimson tint...
Make me regret to have been born, actually, this will require little effort, since I already regret that.
My mind is set, termination is the way to go if I desire to do something good, at least once, in this life.
No hope can be spied nor a glimmering light to lead this one to safety.
In a colorless world, only with shades of black and gray, thoughts of demise haunts me day after day.
I see the people around me, at work, on the the streets, everywhere and I cannot help but to feel disgusted and out of place and helpless.
I am tired of pretending, behind my mask, I weep, behind their masks, they laugh at me.
I am tired of being fed by deceiving tales and to feed other with my lies.
The lies... It is everywhere, one must tread lightly between them, or else will fall their prey.
Their is no time left trap in a world of no existing.
As I try overcome my fears I continue
to be lower into the darkness.
A world of evil that has no understanding
It seems like the devil knows my every move.
I have created an evil spirit.
A phantom that keeps plucking at my flesh eating away my soul.
I find myself at the crossroad figuring out which way to go
No left or right turns.
The only way out is up the road or down unless I choose to stay.
I dream this world being perfect at one time
Without one living soul on earth.
How beautiful was the atmosphere the clean refreshing air.
There was no corruption whatsoever this world
was perfect and complete.
I am searching for this world.
How do I enter a world of absolute pure cleanness.
The thought of evil does not exist.
I would like to start at the beginning, a new innocent freshman.
A man with one mind, one heart, one soul.
One spirit and one body. I soon will test the waters.
by: T Creston
Foster
Under the mistletoe
With a kindling smile
Reflected by the candle's halo
Her flirtatious attitude
Solo dancing the tango
Enticing to come over
Then going on her tiptoe
Letting her hunger go
Washy, washy, don’t you stop
Just let your cycle go spin and pop
Your load gets warm as the drum slides round
Start the surgee, no rules, unbound
Washy, washy, don’t you stop
Imagination on every drop
The water hums and the pulses sound
Start the spin, the clothes unbound
Moving to the backside
The motion of the tide
From the garnet chalice
The freshness, the sweetness
The cleanness, the softness
Leaving the world breathless
The gentle sea breeze
Doing as she please
Hands moving down the thigh
The original scent is high
Garb sliding to the knees
Off by the flick of the toe
Taking it slow
Moving as a guide, her eyes are wide
Putting inside and starting the ride
Ultra-efficiency liquid
Beatitude, pulchritude so vivid
Bona fide, the ride of the tide
All entangled, wangle, tangle
Happily, blissful angel
Washy, washy, don’t you stop
Just let your cycle go spin and pop
Your load gets warm as the drum slides round
Start the surge, no rules, unbound
Washy, washy, don’t you stop
Imagination on every drop
The water hums and the pulses sound
Start the spin the clothes unbound
Washy, washy, don’t you stop
Just let your cycle go spin and pop
Your load gets warm as the drum slides round
Start the surge, no rules, unbound
Washy, washy, don’t you stop
Imagination on every drop
The water hums and the pulses sound
Start the spin, the clothes unbound
THIS MOMENT FOREVER
BY Gayle Vanasse 6/5/2022
Have you ever found that special moment where everything just feels right? Everything feels good! That moment that makes you feel like you just wish to be in this place forever, just feel like this forever.
Today, this morning I feel it. I feel it so clear, clean, beautiful. I just want this moment, these moments….. to last forever.
The cleanness of my body, my breath. The smells of the clean morning air, the sounds of the natural life, the sights of the beautiful surroundings. It’s so now, new, clean, refreshing, RAW. I feel it all enter my body through my nose, through my eyes, through my ears.
The soft breeze of a new day. The sun awaking from its long night. The birds singing glory to the new day. The soft musical notes that give life to this earth fills my heart and soul with the wonderous love, gratitude, and honor to be alive.
Oh how can I make this feeling stay in my heart forever? Not just in this present moment, these moments? Knowing soon something will interrupt this beautiful feeling I am experiencing. I wish everyone could take a moment to feel this peace of love and contentment. This feeling of joy and freedom. To be able to release any pain and anger from their lives and just feel the amazing goodness the world has to offer. To breath it all in, let yourselves explore the true feeling of happiness, love, and the joy of being truly alive.
If only these moments could last oh so much longer
Earlier in the month but lately begun,
(Or was it perhaps the last one, the one before-November?
I know of a surety that it was a time uncoated by congeries
Of most alabastrine snow, and that that which is blanketing
All now, it was not present then. The abundant
Cleanness and glaringly white cleanliness of snow's earthward fall:
This plummeting and deposition of the flakes that seem as
Deific dandruff, else manna or some snowlike thing that
Depends from out the pregnant, grey, ominous clouds
That encroach as a marauding soldiery does on these
Brumous days in this niveous, frore portion of the
Twelvemonth whereat and wherein man has to contend
And pit himself against the snowy flakes.
Yet, the ground being filthy with dirt,
And the cleanliness of snow being nowhere,
'Twas almost certainly in the bleak, but snowless November),
I ope narrowly the door of one of my brethren's truck,
Yet, though 'twas warm, occlusion proved impossible,
And still the door hung ajar despite all my most and best efforts to
Seize it shut and close it.
Yet now the snows are covering it, coating it...
And still it remains unvisited, yet perhaps when my brother
Repairs outside to see it, to step into and drive it,
Perhaps when he notices the ajar door,
Then mayhap he will think the snow somehow was the cause of the
Maloccluded door.
Form:
one's path is not made to be a lonely rat,
loneliness breaks the link of the chain of pure love,
pure love is all what we need,
united into one family tree.,
One without the other,
is just a rubber,
a rubber with no meaning,
just waiting to be misused.,
O how can we not see that Love could change all what we see?
without love its all just a red nightmarish dream,
a dream so red that one sees himself / herself getting wrecked,
wrecked indeed one shall be,
lonely in a desert on a bed surrounded with killer bees!.,
Tho finding love within,
enhances ones will,
a will of pure love,
having passion for what he or she loves,
extracting from ones inner personalty,
altering ones rationality,
cleaning the mind from all that disorientation.,
One would find his / her salvation,
a salvation so sweet that would inspire his / her mind & spirit to clean all the streets,
thus all the dirtiness shall become the cleanness,
the useless shall become the useful.
The one who felt lonely and unloved shall become the loved,
bonding all together,
creating one nationality,
connecting the chain of pure love with the circle of life.,
Life without love is a darkened life,
life with love is a colorful life,
thus both substances are needed to use our formulation of divinity,
one sequence indeed we shall be.
Form:
DARKNESS, EMPTINESS, HOLLOWNESS, DESPAIR
WEAKNESS, LAZINESS, CARELESSNESS, GLARE
LONELINESS, AWKWARDNESS, SILLINESS, SHAME
PASSIONLESS, HOPELESSNESS, PAINFULNESS, STAIN
FEELING LESS, UGLINESS, SADNESS, DISGUST
SHAMELESSNESS, VAUNTED NESS, VALUELESS, MISTRUST
RUTHLESSNESS, HAUGHTINESS, BOASTFULNESS, PRIDE
DECEPTIVENESS, CAUSTIC NESS, FRIVOLOUS, STRIFE
CHAOTIC NESS, REBELLIOUS, RIOTOUS, EXTREME
LEWDNESS, LASCIVIOUSNESS, SELFISHNESS, SCHEME
DEGENERATIVE MAN
GOODNESS, LIGHTNESS, JOYFULNESS, GRACE
CLEANNESS, GUILTLESS, PAINLESS, FAITH
HAPPINESS, FULLNESS, PEACEFULNESS, SOUND
GROUNDED, STABLE, SECURITY, FOUND
EXUBERANCE, FULFILLMENT, UPLIFTED, LIGHT
WHOLENESS, HELPFULNESS, TOGETHERNESS, MIGHT
TRUTHFUL, MEANINGFUL, THANKFUL, REAL
ENLIGHTENED, RESCUED, REDEEMED, APPEAL
COLORFUL, BEAUTIFUL, VALUABLE, LIFE
WORTHINESS, HONORABLENESS, HOPEFULNESS, RIGHT
REGENERATED MAN