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We ask
How would it be like to cheat with your soulmate
My love,we have passed with flying colors defeating all odds yet we still stand now in sync more than ever Completing each others sentences is a coin tossed long time ago
We are far beyond that now
We are an academic article only to be found in the deep web
We are an epiphany of a Buddhist monk about to set his whole body on fire We complete each others thoughts
I ask
If we were to paraphrase the story
Were a fairy brings a tale in stead of making a living out of teeth Were you on the other side are dating another guy lets say his name is Sabelo and I am dating Karabo Can I pick you to be my partner in this sin
Imagine the fun we could have knowing exactly there's more to what reality is feeding us for breakfast There is more to what meets the heart
Can we do this ? Can we perfect this art of cheating?
Can we rename each other's contact numbers on our phones
Can we be jumpy whenever our partners seem to be penetrating deep within the transcriptions of reading between the lines Can our emails be the last line of defense in our communication
Would you dare do for completeness ?
Would you live a glow in the dark life and be in the command center of what peeks your interests in being happy? In fact ,allow me to be an ass
Tell me about your day
Tell me about him,whats missing in his touch that made you gallop in my front door and choose to ooze in my touch ... I will tell you why I am here also,speaking paradise ....,deceiving.. I ask
Is deceiving a justification of a true act of love?
I read somewhere that when you love two people at the same time
Go for the second
Because if you truly loved the first one,you wouldn't have fallen for the second one in the first place I would find you in another lifetime and recognize you in a different language Darling ,it just happens in these timeline its called cheating a century from now Can we turn the tables around?
Can you sneak in my flat?
Leave in the early hours and blame it on your friend
Can Sabelo be a fool for us?
Can he not see whats going on here
Can I pass you walking with him,can I greet you guys? Shake his hand and only look at you once ... Can our hug in front of him be innocent?
We ask
How would it be like cheating with your soulmate?
Liberal Christians are in denial,
About how much they validate,
The fundamentalist church old,
Because the same story is told.
I know that the Queen, royalty,
Is a liberal, but that’s irrelevant,
Because history will offer people,
A legacy of the Christian steeple.
When fundamentalist’s err and sin,
They go to their Christian friends bin,
For a validation that’s assumed,
From society’s morals consumed.
Christians back in the seventies,
Were innocent even if felt guilty,
And they would even site the Queen,
To describe their reputation lean.
You can’t do that anymore, thankfully,
Because kids have iPhones, Samsungs,
So communication can made directly,
By the child who may just feel feckly.
I think the state should intervene,
And turn the tables on ancient history,
By dictating to the Anglican world,
Their faith healing rights burled.
It’s not difficult to see and realise,
That fundamentalism goes to far,
So if we set laws for Anglicans,
Then we’ll all be better citizens.
Throw off the old tired ways
Seek something new to try
Look to the brighter days
Let all your cares go bye
It's the hard thing that stays
Shifting can cause tumults
Often finding false praise
This world wants firm results
Take the other one's place
Before it's way too late
Peer in the face of race
First off, let's end the hate
Turn the tables on the rich
Quell fake profit sharing
Pull the poor from the ditch
Feed the hungry staring
Our earth's slowly dying
Take a tactic that's new
Plants out loud are crying
See what we all can do
As your path runs along
Honor differences
When benefits seem strong
Find fair consequences
No need for reasons why
Worn words all sound the same
What's weak hides in our sigh
Fearing change is insane
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Maybe a role reversal is in order here
And us guys could take it or leave it
Whatta mind-blowing experience that would be
The ladies simply couldn't conceive it
Exciting? You ain't just whistling Dixie
There's a stirring deep down in my loins
Quite sexual in nature or my jockeys are too tight
Sometimes I let out a few oinks
Sure would be great to see how that works
To turn the tables on the ladies
I'd say, “I have a bad headache, maybe December
Right now I'm baking some pastries”
Can you just imagine the look on their faces
They'd start to grovel and whimper
“It's already August, not too too long to wait
Before you know it, it'll be winter!”
See, my dear sweeties! How do you like it
To be at the other end of the dial
Cant't tell you how much fun that would be
I'd never be able to wipe off the smile
© Jack Ellison 2013
~This and That~
(Decastich)
Life is short and the length of our life is not of our control.
In our lifetime we often run and then we may fall.
Some blame this and that, and make all kind of excuses,
As we all turn the tables and sing sometimes the blues.
These are some of the things that some of us do and choose.
When we hear a sad report or some bad news,
Let's remove from our minds what we can not use,
And treat with care/appreciate what we don't want to lose,
Because great things in life you wish only to produce,
And the length and quality of life we shouldn't never misuse.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
January,06,2015
Contessa remember you’re an epicure,
don’t let him make you feel insecure;
I know that they can’t see the pain
slapped with all of his words on your face;
I know that words CAN and DO hurt you,
breaking bones that will no longer bend;
Amplified and thrown up by the taste of
alcohol it loses its voice in a crowd,
all they’re privileged to is a people pleaser;
Verbal abuse is a silent killer
until it’s just the two of you alone together;
It’s about time to end the silence,
put an end to the punch drunk violence;
Turn the tables on all the wounds
that no one can see but still they bleed;
Always told let it slide let it go,
well here’s something you need to know:
It’s okay to say no and take care of you.
Contessa, feelings are always valid.
Don’t let him make you feel insecure,
Contessa remember you’re an epicure.
i gotta be
the one you love
I need to be
the one you love
aint gonna do nothing crazy
I just wanna
the one you love
don't make it difficult
cause you can't understand how you feel
causing me grief
making me unreal
i aint no monster
I hold my own
it aint right to put me
entanglements
that make me go to my own
I just wanna be
the one you love
suttle little things
to keep us happy
i want you to believe in me
aint gonna turn the tables
see you thru
just me and you
friends to lean on
when we aint on our P's and Q's
loan me twenty dollars
Saturday I give it back to you
no tricks no strings
i need it to get over
I got a woman who needs me
I'll give it back to you
I just wanna be
the one you love
I need to believe
i wanna be the one
just you and me
know weirdos
telling you how to treat me
just wanna be
the one for you
just you and me niw
no excuses
aint talking but worth and wealth
we gotta work
to see us thru
don't put your self interest against
what we've built together
discide with me as concern
to keep me as your main interest
it's gotta be me and you
it's gotta be
you know thats true
Maybe a role reversal would be in order
And us guys could take it or leave it
Whatta mind-blowing experience that would be
The ladies simply couldn't conceive it
Exciting? You ain't just whistling Dixie
There's a stirring deep down in my loins
Quite sexual in nature or my jockeys are too tight
Sometimes I let out a few oinks
Sure would be great to see how that works
To turn the tables on the ladies
I'd say, “I have a bad headache, maybe December
Right now I'm baking some pastries”
Can you just imagine the look on their faces
They'd start to grovel and whimper
“It's already August, not too long to wait
Before you know it, it'll be winter!”
See, my dear sweeties! How do you like it
To be at the other end of the dial
Can't tell you how much fun that would be
I'd never be able to wipe off the smile
In a room where shadows hide,
Life is held by a thread,
To a wooden finger tied,
Waking up the sleeping dead.
Carved in wood and polished sleek,
Porcelain faces and painted eyes,
Never allowed the freedom to speak,
Bound by subtle, silent ties.
Stages carved on party lines,
Falsehoods masked in paint and plaster,
Crowds seduced by staged designs,
Dancing for an unseen master.
A gentle flick of the wrist or palm,
This one fights, the other one weeps,
A tempest held within a calm,
While the master, his secrets he keeps.
Voters cheer the staged debate,
Crowds react to every pull,
Blindly marching toward their fate,
Told the ballot box is full.
Cast the spotlight on his brow,
Rip the shroud of myth away—
See the hollow monster now,
Painted iron, cold and gray.
Glassy eyes that never blink,
Cogs that churn without a heart,
Teaching men to never think,
Tearing living souls apart.
Strings above and soul below,
Every step a scripted grace,
Only he commands the show,
Stepping back to leave no trace.
But then,
The heavy skies begin to part,
A blinding light breaks through the dark,
To shatter every wooden heart
And strike the gears with a sacred spark.
The God of glory will reveal
The grand deception of the stage,
And turn the tables and set the seal,
To snap the strings and break wide the cage.
The grand deception falls away,
The false control is stripped and bare;
The clay was never meant to sway
The One who formed the breath and air.
Who is the master, who is the puppet,
When the final curtain falls?
Wooden heart or human spirit,
Silent in the empty halls?
Apocalyptic riders, riding hard,
pressing, pressing on us
as they come -
how long will they ride
before we all are overcome?
Why do so many
to the horsemen four succumb?
Too many, like sheep, heedless have become.
Anti-democratic and scapegoating leaders
have ruled over us for decades.
No. For centuries!
Wars and misery they bring.
Why don’t we turn the tables
and lock them up in penitentiaries?
Why imitate those liars
being money-hungry,
allowing them control
as we follow ever dumbly?
So few are those who dare step up.
Lonely is the Silver Surfer and Fantastic Four.
A shout-out to humanity -
your courage I implore!
Turn the tables. Turn the tables.
If we’d but take a stand -
think of how the world could be.
Like the Dharma -
It could be so grand.
Let us all together band,
and let Aquarius shine with peace
throughout each and every land.