A smitten young couple
named Blum,
Were kissing and causing a
hum.
When folks yelled with glee,
"Go find privacy!"
And shouted, "Go out and
get room!"
REACTIONS
together
exhibit
display
realistic
shadows
depicted
shaped
transcendent
involving
contemplative
prescence
a setting
to
illuminate
&witness
a glance
a reference
surprising
in
a
phased
astonishing
silent
breath
perpetuating
commemorating
alarming
trivialities
ignoring
unjust
powers
hesitating
recognition
in
sublime
feelings
The inexplicable
Awes but discomposes.
Not as much when faced of two.
If nervous giggled through!
I'm that poet deity
A mythic shadow throws?
Eyes say as much, girls! "Oh my;
Cultured, courtly - yet shy!"
Pushing reason away in the uk..
That we see' is the 'quyeer karma
Way.!
Without them i don't think we would function well as people
Adrenaline triggers emotional responses of something leathal
You start to feel that you've mastered the psychology of folks
Not giving an impulse to tricks and peoples jokes
This is what people live for and it makes them feel alive
It gives them power and self esteem that helps them to thrive
Have you notice this is needed when a doctor checks your knees
The positive ones you receive just by saying the word please
They give your enemy a clue as to which buttons to press
If you withhold them from people it leaves them to guess
Some people do things on purpose just to get this from you
I learned a personal lesson myself just from dealing with a few
Think about it next time before you give a reaction
All the power you give to others from your words and your actions
Stunning
When my soul screamed, the birds in the hedges grew silent.
————————
Vague memories haunt me still,
they come whether sadness or thrill,
too often at the very worst time,
it rings in my head, a Pavlov chime,
some reactions are unrehearsed,
but at the same time I feel versed,
like a dark coffee my actions appear bold,
when in turn, inside I break and fold,
you, most of all, don't deserve this exposure,
twisted memories becoming my composer.
It doesn't matter how things work out it's about how you react
That's all she wrote,
It was all my doing,
The words she spoke,
Heavy and looming.
All my reactions,
Of anger and pain,
Because of her actions,
On me, a stain.
I tried my best,
To get you back,
You needed a vest,
For all my flak.
I'm sorry this is how it ends,
There's no other option I see,
My heart, it rends,
To be set free.
may this day find you well
thank you
"such reactions"
who can excite my soul and revive my heart
bringing light and life
you
what can send me beyond comprehension
more than any physical touch
silent whispers and glances
when did desire appear
without seeing or hearing
it was a moment of chance
where did this love affair begin
within eyes that were open wide
under rainbows of sun and moon
why does passion grow
emotively intensely endlessly
because love is real
how can I put us into words
a light that agelessly shines
such reactions lift us high
who better than us master romance
when feelings are greater than
how or why matter not
SkyWatcher
05-02-24
REACTIONS
beyond
disdain
an underlying
attitude
subtanstial
shifts
in
a continuing
process
a
discovery
changed
forever
by
prevailing
conventions
an
apparent
reputation
with
a
spontaneous
sympathy
so
fulsome
in
a
vivid
&radical
departure
For many years
I longed for a woman that really knew me
until at last I found her.
She really knows me -
divorce pending.
Some people would you sue,
Others choose to thugs woo
To just make sure you do
What with it you aren't through.
Some men at others boo
Like we would a taboo
Claiming they'd lived in zoo
But later away flew
To with Man start anew.
Still some would raise a hue,
It mention on church's pew
Judge you out of the blue,
Who'd meet his Waterloo.
Some kill for hair shampoo,
When they must hair redo,
Ben for body tattoo
Priced three thousand or two.
The organic chemistry of memory
is faster than light.
it cannot be deleted, only defeated.
That cellular crucible deletes itself
by an entropy of catalytic reactions.
Stop stoking the flames
then the ash will then fly away.
Whose your daddy, whose your ma?
Who parents your life, now that the parents
have become your children, progeny recollected
by old images of yourself.
The world, that part of the brain we know as us,
it is always incomplete,
it does not evolve, it only recalls itself
over and over again.
We are unborn, the progenitors of
an imagined ancestry.
Our legacy is a rootless mirage,
and we can never delete
what never was.
If it's true that unfulfilled expectations
And no prospect of a better future
Shake a man to his foundations
Then our world must have system failure!
Many decisions can't be right,
Many reactions can't be polite!
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