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Battle of the Sexes
A Collaboration Between: Pandita Sanchez and Eric L. Boddie
As beautiful and smart as you are,
you always seem to take it too far.
I know some of it is just;
but there is still so much that never needed to be discussed.
It could be that you too often misunderstand me,
overcomplicating and seeing life differently.
They say men are from Mars and women from Venus,
so things will never be simplified between us.
Tell me, what am I to think -
I mean, your mood changes within a blink;
so much emotion can sometimes get in the way,
you like pushing buttons - what's that shade of gray?
One minute you say that I’m too emotional;
then when I prove to be your equal, you call me irrational.
Is it just that I’m way too much woman for you?
And, perhaps, you really don’t have a clue?
There you go again thinking you are all that;
that's the reason we are always off track.
I love everything about you, but I tire of the stress;
and I can't calm you down unless I get you undressed.
See that's exactly what I'm talking about -
resorting to caveman tactics makes you believe you have clout;
but you're no longer a boy, so you should know better, Boo,
you're wearing me out with your commitment issue.
You see, I just can't ever win.
So don't stand there trying to pretend
like you are faultless in all of this;
but the blame always hits me - it has never missed.
While I admit that I’m not totally blameless,
I’ve been the one who‘s always willing to do more while you do less.
In fact, like Rodin’s ‘Thinker’ you just brood over our problems;
but I’m the mover and shaker who actually tries to solve them.
You know what? I am done with all this…
I mean, you know I am addicted to your sweet kiss
which, consequently, makes arguments hard to resist,
all because there is not a feature about you I want to miss.
So please just let me say -
the indifferences need to end, and let's start anew today.
Well we don’t need to be arguing all the time sinking into quicksand,
if like two adults, we address concerns before they get out of hand.
But in spite of what our differences may be,
I know we love each other to the nth degree;
and in the end, we know we’re worth it, and we’ll see,
man and woman, we can work it out together, Baby, you and me.
Does it make you happy? Or perhaps
it excites you? To want the
unavailable and to love the un-
lovable. To feel the way you feel for
those that feel nothing for you. You’re
such a foolish child, you should know
better.
Who raised you? Who taught you
such ways? What is it that lures you
in, that makes you crave the
uncravable? What scent do they give
off that keeps making you want
them?
You should know better. Lord knows
you deserve better. Open up your
heart to something bigger than
yourself. Open your mind to a world
unseen. Leave it all behind and
reinvent yourself.
Those scars you keep poking at won’t
heal unless you let them. The pain
will never subside if you keep reliving
the horror. Hush child, don’t try to
justify your actions. Is a few minutes
of happiness worth a lifetime of hurt?
Is one moment worth a thousand
scars? Leave those foolish ways
behind.
She sat there wondering if one
moment could have changed
everything. If things would have been
different. She wondered, if it were all
different.. Would she be able to love
right? Would she be able to see the
good in people? To see the good in
herself?
Scars and hurt caused by an
unknown being she’d never crossed
paths with. An unknown being that
changed her past, her present and
future. An unknown being that
prevented her from loving, from
feeling.. From seeing what’s right in
front of her.
They say people come and go and
leave you in all sorts of ways. Some
change you for the better and others
for the worst. But what about those
that were never there and yet still
somehow they managed to make an
impact on your life? An impact that
could be easily be rectified had the
earth’s forces been kind to this
foolish child. Can the unknown being
be held accountable for the actions of
the girl who’s path he never crossed?
Indie Goddess™
Bedyet
It’s not time to go to Bedyet, I’ve frequently been told,
By people who won’t travel, be they four or nine years old.
And others even older won’t visit the Bedyetter
They leave it late, refuse to go, although they should know better.
Have you been to Bedyet, you really have to go
There’s something there for every one, I promise. I should know!
I’ve been myself, so many times, I know the places well.
And you should too, and if you’re quiet and listen I will tell.
The folks who go to Bedyet have heavy hooded eyes,
With droopy lids that seem as though they’ve grown to twice their size.
Their hair it seems disheveled, with whispey random curls
Not at all they way we choose to see on proper boys and girls.
The Bedyetter are fliers, they cross the colored skies
And when they fall they safely land as if on rubber thighs.
And each of the Bedyetter, from babes to those full grown
Can tell a tale that’s better than the best you’ve ever known.
The Sandman’s a Bedyetter, a busy chap is he,
He visits every dreamy head before the morning tea.
And when you get your cuppa you may feel a little grain
Like sugar on each eyelid, and he’s the one to blame.
Some of the folks in Bedyet have mouths that open wide,
With long and breathy smiles, and teeth moving side to side.
And arms bent at the elbows that seem to point the way,
For others that will follow them before the end of day.
The children there are dreamy their thoughts just run astray
And they don’t seem to hear too well, no matter what you say.
I even heard it said that some have let their faces droop,
So far down to the table that they wind up in the soup.
But all will wind up cozy when you travel to that land
And though you don’t expect it, things always go as planned.
Just pack yourself off early, and always floss and brush,
And take yourself to Bedyet and join the rest of us.
Opposite terms-poles-charges attract, like terms repel. In today’s world most people who
rampantly –constantly fight each other seem to have more in common than they can imagine.
Why?
Because if it is true that like terms repel it means that the people constantly fighting
are like terms that have so many things in common that’s why they fight. In other words
they have so many similarities-“identicalities” that’s why they fight.
For example
If in a house Peter and James are always constantly fighting, it must be because they both
always unintentionally happen to demand the same thing, wants especially not necessarily
in terms of needs but it could also be needs. Their approaches to things must be similar
which explains the reason for why they quarrel all the time.
But it is their choice because they can both choose to agree.
What happens when they eventually choose-decide to agree?
When they eventually agree, their bond-relationship-friendship might-would-could seem to
be as strong as their disagreement – but their disagreement and agreement can be in the
same proportion but can never have the same end result or product-sum total because the
sum total of their agreements-unity will be more than the sum total of their disagreements.
Hence they could end up becoming the best of friends.
In a world like ours both rules apply like terms repelling and unlike terms attracting but
as humans with our large, structured, orderly calculative and highly complicated brain
capable of calculating what a computer-robot cannot we should know better that the sum
total of our unity-agreements-synchrony is more than our competitions our disagreements.
So, we would be better off without disagreements, I mean business wise and other wise,
agreement would benefit us as a whole more than what our quarrels-wars leave us with.
Form:
Have Gum; Will Not Travel
Forget it! I am not going five thousand miles just
To be bored and homesick. No.
And what am I supposed to do there, besides go broke?
What am I supposed to be looking at anyway?
Why must I take another banal photo at the Eiffel Tower,
With stupid me jumping into the air there like some fool
Who should know better? Paris is filthy! And everyone is mean.
Just like the people and places back home. No! I will not
Spend ten hours on a cramped jet filled with sneezing nostrils,
One or two of which could be terrorists just waiting to strike,
Ready to hijack the plane and drive it murderously into
something made of indestructible steel,
While my nervous stomach knots up with gaseous explosions,
Ready to strike the air at any moment,
worst than any terrorist contraption imaginable.
No! Forget it. Why would I want to travel to some other country,
Just to be constantly miserable and exhausted all the time?
“Okay, there is Westminster Abbey, and oh,
there’s the Thames River floating on by!
Wow! Now what do we do? Should we get a bite to eat?
And then maybe go back to the hotel and sleep? I am dead!”
Then early the next day we must catch a cramped train to Rome,
Where the people are crazy, just like the people back home,
“Okay, this is gnarly.”
My diarrhea is a cross between black oil and kerosene.
Why am I taking this picture,
another typical shot in front of the Leaning Tower?
Am I doing this to put on social media to show my phony friends
What a fabulous time I am having?!
Why of course. I didn’t spend thousands of dollars,
and endure all this misery,
Not to show off my wonderful times in Europe;
Truly a status symbol I treasure with all my heart,
But detested with all my soul in acquiring it.
........... Am I in love? .......................... I might - I think ................
........ I think I am in love ................. And I think too much. ..........
.... I think you might love me; ...... I think I should know better. ....
.. I think I just love the idea of it. I think I love idealizing thoughts. .
...... I think we are beautiful when our thoughts are put together. ......
......... I think we work at something beautiful without knowing. .........
........... I think we take the challenge with smiles and sneers. ...........
................ I think sometimes I wish upon what is known. .................
.................. I relish those breezes that catch your hair. ...................
.................... I can’t help but smile at all your gazes. ......................
....................... I think knowing you is a process. ............................
.......................... I think love is just a process. ...............................
.............................. I think I should know, ....................................
................................. I shouldn’t think, .........................................
................................. “Should I think” ..........................................
.................................... This I know. .............................................
........................................ I think .................................................
......................................... I am. ...................................................
Little Fat Girl
You must not eat all of that!
You will get fat.
See in the mirror, those hips.
Wow girl, you are fat!
Did you wear your hair like that today?
Don't you know, that look makes you look old.
Before she knows it, in just a moment
Her mood goes from a smile to eyes filled with cold.
Blue eyes that shine from the outside in,
They will love me more, I will show them,
I can be thin!
She hears the words, you look great like that,
don't they know, all she sees is herself as fat.
So one more diet, just one more she will try,
don's want to be fat one day when I die.
But as her waist grows smaller and smaller,
her obsession grows a little bigger, a little taller.
Pinching her skin, oo can you feel that fat?
I wonder if I wear that shirt, will anyone notice the layers?
She is grown now and should know better.
It is really not about looks, it is about her heart that matters.
But a fat girl in the heart is a fat girl on the outside.
How can she look like this, when will she see herself
through His eyes.
My child He whispers, rest awhile with me,
I will tell you the truth, one day you will see.
I see the inside, not what is out there
It is I that created your nose, your eyes, your teeth.
You are beautiful, trust in Me.
Is it not better to love, than to hate, yourself.
To be a little happy girl, wouldn't that be great.
So she loses a kg and shouts a huge hooray
and for the moment she sees through His eyes,
not just her size, but in a moment even though
her jeans hang loose on her, she will see once again,
the little fat girl in the full length mirror.
This is so like me
To fall into a deep dark hole
Without a way to dig myself out
I repeat this terrible mistake every time
Stumble down the same blind path
Littered with the entrails of slaughtered longings
I feel the same old tug of festering desire
Chase it with starry eyes and a cynical smile
But then the inevitable chasm yawns open at my feet
And in I tumble like a helpless rag doll
Of course I should know better
I should have opened my eyes and blinked away the cobwebs
Torn down the shroud of infatuation you threw over me…
For so many times have I been led astray
By the dream of a lover that could never be real
And this time it was you who drew me down that shadowed path
You who threw the stardust in my eyes
You who conjured the bottomless black gulf
You are the flitting gilded butterfly
I’m the gormless fool with the net
You’re the shining gold at the end of the rainbow
But the rainbow is misty and blood-spattered and dark
And I can’t see it through my dusty tears
Yet on I go, on and on
Chasing you through the bitter bright days
Drifting through the nights spinning a web of tangled hopes
Shattered dreams
A web with which to snare you
But how can one ever capture a ghost?
A shadow of the heart’s deepest longing?
For that is all you are – a phantom of my desire
And I’m just a lonely little girl with a love too big for her skin to restrain…
Trapped in the bottom of a deep dark hole
Waiting and praying for you to lift me out
And sweep me off my weary feet
I look at you...at your beautiful face...
I look, and I am gripped by paralytic terror
For though I only met you this morning –
And though I should know better, oh so much better,
Already I have fallen deeper, further, faster
Than I ever believed I could fall...
Like a gape-mouthed fool I tripped over your lips
And tumbled into the inky depths of your eyes
And there I linger now, though you are already gone;
I linger, drowning and flailing, in your memory –
And in the reminiscence of our passion,
Of the love you thrust into every fibre of my being
I think of your divine body, your obsidian hair,
I think of your Arabian skin the colour of almonds –
And I die a little inside with the suffocation of my desire
Because even though I know it’s impossible,
That an angel like you could never clip his wings,
Could never condescend to be my mortal lover –
Yet still some stubborn part of me hopes and dreams
And yearns with a power that leaves me sleepless,
Sick, and suffused with a longing stronger than gravity
I want you with me again so much I cannot breathe;
Your absence leaves a gaping void between my ribs,
Crushing the air from my lungs, clamping down on my heart
I need you back with me baby, I need your skin to blanket mine,
I need to hear your voice sibilant and seductive in my ear,
But most of all I need to hold your head in my arms,
To gaze down at your exquisite eyes, and drown myself again,
Forever, in the deep dark pools of your soul…
... you really think so?
I'm flattered to say the least,
but I honestly know not
where these words originate.
Do you think inside my squishy brain
is where they congregate?
I like to think of it like an office building
where the files always fluctuate.
Sure would suck if aliens landed,
skipping the "we come in peace" spiel
and just went straight to "ANNIHILATE!".
Knew I should have martian-proofed it
when I had the chance -
why must I always procrastinate?
But perhaps I'm taking in too many
possibilities here
(like eyes when they dilate).
Are you getting tired of this rhyme yet?
Do you wish to take time to stipulate?
Consider I did you a favor
not using big friggin' words
like amalgamate.
Never say never, right?
Hope by reading this nonsense
you're not running late.
I should know better
to realize you might well have
"A very important date".
But don't mind me I'll just by typing away
with ridiculous musings.
It is my fate!
Pity not where I am
at the present state.
I'm having oodles of fun
in this land I helped create.
My deepest apologies
if it looks to you like I hibernate.
Feel free to come by anytime,
for you see, beyond this point,
there is no gate.
But for now I really must be going!
For this is about the time...
... where my imagination starts to deflate.
NOTE: Inspired by Richard Lamoureux's comment on my poem, A Kick in the Stones.