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I’m a planner.
I’m not sure I’ve mentioned that.
So, Peter and I are discussing a civil union.
We’ve been together for 4 years.
Peter’s already signed the pre-nuptial agreement
lawyers from my trust insisted on - no one,
in France, gets married any more - and there are tax
advantages to bureaucratic pragmatism.
Anyway, I'm making a list - several lists -
truth be known. I’m always making lists.
Civil unions don’t come with an onboarding
checklist - for some reason.
Between you and I, I wonder if I should encourage
Peter to go out with a couple of hookers. Not both
at once - nothing kinky like THAT - one at a time.
That way he can clearly decide if he’ll be happy with
forty or fifty more years of boring, if enthusiastic pokings.
I know what you’re thinking:
1) perhaps I’m trying to domesticate my fear
by over-planning
2) that outsourcing my risk with sexual commerce is,
at best, morally questionable.
3) that professional competition is hardly a randomized trial
4) and no one can resist the inarticulacy of experience
But I think it’s important to make plans in life, that perhaps
human experience can be optimized like a system.
You can’t just let the future.. happen.
So, I broached the idea with Peter last night. His idea was
a couple of wigs, black and red and maybe a nursing uniform?
I’m very good with fake accents.
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A song for this:
How Deep Is Your Love by Bee Gees
How Deep Is Your Love by The Bird and the Bee
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youtu.be/kuslhPuHlmo
Religion or Psychology?
This world is so difficult. A lot of people think this
This world is full of anarchy and deceitfulness
– This is my opinion
This world is full of dirty, self-interested teachings
I don’t need man-made religion in my life. Just God’s
The religion is the path. God put the paving stones
This religious science was written by prophets and masters
– This is my opinion
I don’t need mental terror in my life. I want the pure way of the path
I just want to walk in my life, in the life to the end. Nothing else
No, no, and no. I don’t want dust in my life. I am thinking clearly
I don’t want artificial life science. I don’t want English Psychology
– This is my opinion
I want the reality. From God. God’s science. No psychology
Just the reality. The Universe. I love God. English psychology is not God.
I am a human
I want life
And live with free will
Created by God
Religion
or
Psychology?
I choose
Free will
Dominated
By Path
I love
God
Satan
My dearest friend, I tip my hat to you
For all the wonderful things you do
I give you a thankful nod of my head
For the encouraging things you've said
When I feel that I might be drowning
You chase away my reason for frowning
When life is dark, and I need a guiding light
You smile at me and my world glows bright
When my heart was shattered and broken
You healed it with words, softly spoken
Then somehow you made me clearly see
That life has so much more to offer me
When you wiped away each sorrowful tear
My misery always seemed to disappear
You have a way of easing my suffering
By insolating my heart with gentle buffering
When clouds above me start turning grey
You take a deep breath and blow them away
And in those times I've been under attack
You rescued me; always guarding my back
You're more beautiful than any rainbow
You're no fair weather friend, that I know
You are the honey bee within my flower
Sweetening me when I suddenly turn sour
~ ~ ~
For your love, compassion and so much more
I must tell you, in case I've not said it before
You are treasured more than any work of art
Our friendship is carved deep within my heart
October 20, 2020 ~ ~ From the Heart
Regina McIntosh ~ ~ Sponsor
My morning pierces my awake with grief’s thrust -
hitting me anew with the truth that he is gone.
Rising, I stagger thru cloudy bruises of disbelief
that I will never again be in his presence,
but must lifelong hold the need inside of grief.
I hear sobs break like tortured, soft tenders
and realize it’s me giving in to how hard this is.
Neither my feet or mind have concerns to move,
yet my child may need me to endure thru
Christmas do’s as I have always done before.
How do I move thru the most poignant day to miss
Dad, so prime in all past Christmas memories crafted?
In my life as infant, toddler, child, teen and woman,
he ensured magical Christmas moments.
I feel I’m drowning and trying to cope under water
where sadness-strikes stab one after the other.
He was just newly sixty-seven years,
yet already needed more in God’s heaven.
The one thought I grab is as a Christmas prayer that
I ever recall him as clearly as my heart feels him today.
... CayCay Jennings
December 14, 2018
"The Color of Soul"
Yesterday I got a rug,
A thirty year old Turkish village weaving
Just full of light and joy, so much so
That it makes all my others seem soulless.
Like ***********, soul is something
You can’t define but know when you meet it.
And once met
You will never be the same.
People disparage the modern world
For a variety of reasons,
While at the same time enjoying the benefits,
But it all boils down to it being soulless.
Soul apparently is a delicate thing
Something that isn’t a thing
Exists by degrees
And is expressed in everything we do and create.
And what we create without soul is lifeless.
This would of course
Apply to the children we raise
Which perhaps explains a lot today.
Maybe it’s possible to revive and cultivate soul,
The Turkish rug certainly implies so
Which gives me hope
For myself and every one else.
I still don’t know what it is
But at least I know now how it feels,
And thus see more clearly
What it isn’t.
(8/30/23)
"Saddo...Saddo...",she kept calling me,
Yeah,I was sad,
So I was named Saddo,
Flowers fell from highest branches,
Fruits fell from tall branches,
My days were full of worries and mess,
Series of bad occurrence,
Many that laughed with me,
Same see me and mock about what I've lost,
The blame is to be,
Toes stiffed in wet shoes distort,
I'm not pitied,
People to whom I exercised religiosity to,doesn't account me as to be tricked,
Mortgage at last have all my belongings outside the road,"Disgrace...disgrace...what a disgrace",
No one want to see the shadow of a race,
'Tom the finest',your end is someone's beginning,
Gone are the days when they use to call me a balloon,
I lacked nothing,...my name was a tool,
Is it a spell they've used on me?
"Join my fraternity,and you'll stand tall again",
Proposal comes in from friends and sympathisers vain,
Even my wife want me to avail myself to that,
Who is on my side to caution in fact,
Hope and trust in God is not allowing me to give up on gust,
Situations of life is ridiculing fast,
Which road should I pass?
A billionaire is now an outcast,
Every night I count the stars,
I see so many falling,
Who saw my star fall?
Who is ready to tell me everything?
People wowed only seeing me in bad condition,
Others to wonder of how this perdition came to being,
Hands are at a speed to raise sanction,
And based on the tenet They've written to me,
I prefer being down,
Dad died leaving me not even a pen,
Advice he gave,is shielding four whole men,
"Everything has its moment",so this agony is now demonstrating a fact,
Moving through a formless cloud,vainly does fowls in the air matters act,
Like an iceberg on fire,Slowly is the torment fading,
Hard work admitted me to chamber of wealth,
A short while,I'm outside here fenced by poverty belt,
"Funny...funny,clearly this story is funny",
Will my children also be left without a sheet of paper?
"If so will present the case,it maybe notched to grandpa,
A lineage",said softly to my youngest daughter,
Replies to me"Don't assume",
Words were lost inside room,
"Your consolation to me is not palliative",
Made that point fairly to a comparative,
One step that took me to thousand miles drown,
The same number of step left me down,
Closing myself in the coffin,
"Vanity is satisfying,but baseless",the mourner sobered in.
I saw the light there in your eyes
Love clearly seen without disguise
And banished was my soul’s dark night
There in your eyes, I saw the light
I felt the flame there in your kiss
A burning taste that filled with bliss
On searing heart, you staked your claim
There in your kiss, I felt the flame
I came undone with each caress
Subdued as hands sought to undress
My heart and soul you’d surely won
With each caress, I came undone
I felt complete in your embrace
For hands each curve with love did trace
Essence of love, a tasty treat
In your embrace, I felt complete
I now lie still, safe in your arms
I am enthralled by your sweet charms
With all this warmth, my heart I fill
Safe in your arms, I now lie still
For Andrea’s Swap Quatrain Contest
February 19, 2014
AMERICA NEEDS AN INTELLECTUAL GANGSTER AT THE CONTROLS
His father, and his rogue friends were keeping him a
Float. He is a sucker and a lame for
Russia and Putin can sink his boat,
His goofy American followers. Don’t know doo-doo.
Democrats are baffled, and so is his wife...
Good america needs a gangster granny in their life.
Fight fire with fire stop being so nice.
You can’t put your kitten in a dog fight.
Americans,are in a gunfight and brought a knife .
They give you nonsensical riddles and watch
you try n make sense out nonsense.
First, if the gig was rigged it means he’s illegit,
so your goofballs let him sit.!?!!
Only one-side is playing by the rules.
Yall talking bobbleheads are yapping,
When you should be GANGSTA RAPPIN’.
Sometime you have send for that retired
''UNCLE’’from the hood- the hood law-LAWYER,
to be understood.
HOODLUM CUM LAUDY.
NO MORE MR. N MISSES NICE GUY.
American’s, you need an OG ,in your life.
Stop WORSHIPPING the one ...that rhymes with ditch,
that you think is rich,
who’ll not throw you a bone.
KEEP'N you distracted til ’
America’s gains are gone.
SEE IT CLEARLY, OR MERELY CLEAR,
We need our OGs at the control or;
WATCH AMERICA DISAPPEARED.
I see her in reflection
as the steam evaporates
from the mirrored back splash
behind the counter
In front of me
where I wait impatiently
for my morning fix -
coffee and a bagel.
There she sits - alone
at a table for two
by the window
Shaky hands
lifting a paper cup to
her quivering lips -
haunted eyes starring
at a newspaper
she doesn’t see
as her mind wonders
through old memories.
The pain is sharp
as the blade of recognition
enters my heart
For it is now -
with my back turned to her
I clearly see her
in the light of today-
as the mirror reflection
reverses the rolls we play
She - now the child
I – now the mother
Oh! the tricks
that time does play.
I had a surge to walk in the rainstorm
It made me so happy and very warm
Yet so cold with its drops of rainfall
It gets so cold after a while after a fall
I get up and try my best to be nice
God has a reason for us to pay a price
Whether we do right or wrong…
I’ll be writing this book of a song…
I had a surge to walk in the rainstorm
It made me so happy and very warm
Yet so cold with its drops of rainfall
It gets so cold after a while after a fall
I had a surge of energy honestly
That sets me apart from others
Who cares what others think clearly?
My future blurs and my mind truly spurs
I had a surge to walk in the rainstorm
It made me so happy and very warm
Yet so cold with its drops of rainfall
It gets so cold after a while after a fall
I must endure the pain
It shatters me away
I must drift away from the dust,
Blowing around us today…
The rainstorm in my mind is brewing
Undo the hatred you put me through
I won’t cry, I won’t die, I won’t deny you as you take wing