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selfish beings,
i never learned
as if the right to autonomy
i did not earn.
call it an absence,
a deficiency of confidence
and with it, my prosper,
i could not get on with it.
what is this bizarre
thing that we're doing
bodies parading, around each other
for "building assets" and the transaction of screwing
as if only connecting
when in the literal, "limbed"
and all else, an illusion
of the mind, "please suspend"
all disbelief
for the sweet in relief
of believing in "connect"
of being a witness, not a suspect
to the crime of taking
from another, for gain
building ones' portfolio on the profit of pain
the kind you cause another,
on the ladder
stomping and stepping on souls,
doesn't matter
all that does, is the means to the end
success of self is the "breathe for", we bend
and crawl and clamor
and "silver screen" and glamour
as in "eyes", on the prize
and then, nothing else matters
just pretense for propagate
the forgotten fool, is the one who waits
around
for some "one"
to notice and care
the value and victory
a heart stripped bare
believing in the spiritual
as the forefront of life
is to wake up one day, lost
like a 1950's husband-less wife
who believed her sole purpose
as to "stand by her man"
but he went, "the hooker instead"
took the ring from her hand
and pawned it, to pay
for something more dirty, depraved
and left her, in abandon
to regret, insecurity, enslaved
to think, she, a "could've been"
if only she was a "born to win"
the kind that attracts,
"soul said, man of her dreams"
think less, "jack the ripper"
and more, handsome heart, harry reems
as in, balance of energy
between light and dark
and a vision, more focused
less, "gone astray", on a lark
of love, to the winds
and the gods, did she throw
herself,
caution, to the wind
long term, little did she know
that a moment of fate
would stick, her forever
blinded, by the beautiful
damned, the choices she would make
partake.
in "the one thing",
and "problematic", then, another
this is no place for hesitate
upon the limbs of the "longed for" lover
it's follow forward, while you can
or watch as another takes the other's mastered hand
on the lark of love
there is a rule,
reprimand.
those who don't learn their lessons,
get the best of them
and those who don't grow,
have even less, then, to show...
when the lark of love
sings its song,
it's time to listen, feel, bestow,
"just know"...
(this is for the man, here,
now towering,
"came for" and calling
known, "chiseled, his chest",
C.E.O.)
16 may 2019
ringwald love
i never learned
as if the right to autonomy
i did not earn.
call it an absence,
a deficiency of confidence
and with it, my prosper,
i could not get on with it.
what is this bizarre
thing that we're doing
bodies parading, around each other
for "building assets" and the transaction of screwing
as if only connecting
when in the literal, "limbed"
and all else, an illusion
of the mind, "please suspend"
all disbelief
for the sweet in relief
of believing in "connect"
of being a witness, not a suspect
to the crime of taking
from another, for gain
building ones' portfolio on the profit of pain
the kind you cause another,
on the ladder
stomping and stepping on souls,
doesn't matter
all that does, is the means to the end
success of self is the "breathe for", we bend
and crawl and clamor
and "silver screen" and glamour
as in "eyes", on the prize
and then, nothing else matters
just pretense for propagate
the forgotten fool, is the one who waits
around
for some "one"
to notice and care
the value and victory
a heart stripped bare
believing in the spiritual
as the forefront of life
is to wake up one day, lost
like a 1950's husband-less wife
who believed her sole purpose
as to "stand by her man"
but he went, "the hooker instead"
took the ring from her hand
and pawned it, to pay
for something more dirty, depraved
and left her, in abandon
to regret, insecurity, enslaved
to think, she, a "could've been"
if only she was a "born to win"
the kind that attracts,
"soul said, man of her dreams"
think less, "jack the ripper"
and more, handsome heart, harry reems
as in, balance of energy
between light and dark
and a vision, more focused
less, "gone astray", on a lark
of love, to the winds
and the gods, did she throw
herself,
caution, to the wind
long term, little did she know
that a moment of fate
would stick, her forever
blinded, by the beautiful
damned, the choices she would make
partake.
in "the one thing",
and "problematic", then, another
this is no place for hesitate
upon the limbs of the "longed for" lover
it's follow forward, while you can
or watch as another takes the other's mastered hand
on the lark of love
there is a rule,
reprimand.
those who don't learn their lessons,
get the best of them
and those who don't grow,
have even less, then, to show...
when the lark of love
sings its song,
it's time to listen, feel, bestow,
"just know"...
(this is for the man, here,
now towering,
"came for" and calling
known, "chiseled, his chest",
C.E.O.)
16 may 2019
ringwald love