On her belt there would be ratchets
with purposes differing from one to the next;
handles made from black plastic molds
that all feel the same when reaching without a glance.
A fissure forms - a setting strays,
and from the loop a tool is sought and specified
as good enough for now, for this:
a chore that she calls a necessary evil.
A fornication of roses, a tearing down of the walls of innocence...
in unity we present ourselves before the goddess in this divine lust,
this marriage of sin and pleasure...
as separate flesh and separate souls we stand before the holy flame of the sacred of candle,
before the moon and heaven,
and the living and the dead, in this blood ritual, we become one.
............
"L U S T"
OOOOhhhhhh, my goodness!
Just the word, the very sound of "lust",
Makes the young man's pant zipper feel it will bust!
Why is lust such a forbidden thought?
And causes the fear of God--is it what they were taught?
Lust is a word that is changing in meaning,
And some at the sound of it, sets their eyes gleaming,
They associate with sex, this word we use, "lust",
And right away, they picture a vagina, a penis, or a bust,
But truth really is, many things can be thought with its' use,
A lust for knowledge or power, can also be an abuse,
Some religions say that lust is any "wanting" we have,
Or a human who has sexual intercourse with a cat or a calve,
Other religions will tell you, that unless you have sex to impregnate,
It then becomes lusting, and your worthiness, it will complicate,
"Simple fornication" is to have sex for enjoyment,
Don't tell at heaven's gate, because hell will be your deployment,
Someone said, "Sex without love is just lust",
But there are many babies born from this, who I do declare are the cutest!!
A deep desire, is lust, that controls the emotion,
So masturbation is lust, yes, even if you use holy lotion,
I am thinking that every human being on earth lusts something,
Some lust for winning, and some lust for hunting,
Another lusts for cutting, and another for food,
We all lust, we're human, we're like animals, we're crude,
To live in moderation is the best we can do,
With balance we learn what lust is, different for me, than it is for you.
So to hell with these books, because. they all say a different thing,
Lust can even be loving too much--or giving too much if it's to that which you cling,
Any thought in excess, no matter how reverent you try,
Can turn quickly to lust, in the blink of an eye,
Just live in the moment, with the eyes of a child,
Don't ever seduce your spouse, or by you, they'll be beguiled?
Don't ever have fun, because that would be lusting,
To tell you the truth, I think this is all quite disgusting,
Maybe just crawl into a hole in a neat little ball,
Cause the way the species is going, lust will be the death of us all.
You have to figure it out for yourself, just listen with an open mind,
Don't go to either extreme, and you'll be just fine.
6:35 PM 8/5/2013 ©
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lust
What’s the point of a friendship when there are deeper emotions involved?
Do you want continue play mind-games or be nothing to me at all?
I never lied to myself; your comforting words was never enough for me
You should know very well what I wanted you to see
My feelings aren’t meant to be played with like a mindless doll
Never been the type to pretend not when I have issues that makes me fall
My heart desperately needs affection, beating uncontrollably for you in all directions
It longed for yours but all you had to give is an erection
Will it be you pulling the strings, manipulated by a puppeteer’s selfish motives to the end?
Can it be so simple to just pretend?
Pretend nothing is wrong from within
Your actions are telling my heart, “Stop being difficult.” Is my love for a impassionate man a sin?
The morals inside of me tells me to press on and leave from this emotional torment
It’s not a relationship but I know I want to be free from the attachment
Friends never get this attached through one’s fascination
This isn’t no love, it could simply be infatuation
Admittedly, cravings of lust for you was there
Live with no regrets, all I can do is sincerely care
If respect was ever in your category, my departure from you then you’ll understand
Romantic love is just as rewarding as intimate lust, but to learn that you’ll have to mature further as a man
Take care; I hope you realize one day my heart was one of the rarest
Treat others the same way I loved you then may maybe you will end up with a woman just as fairest
I'm hesistant to admit
That I've never felt this way before
I'm willing to permit
You to change me at my core
I've written poetry for girls
Who tear down my many walls
But know as this one unfurls
It's not for you at all
I'm a relationship man
Like a sweet girl, not a ditz
But I just want a one-night stand
Or maybe friends with benefits
I've always been one for cuddling
I'll be the big spoon through the night
But these new feelings have been bubbling
Just want me some afternoon delight
My old self has been upended
These changes have left me vexed
Won't got out with the girls and be friended
But call me after and you'll get birthday sexed
Let it be known I'm not in it for the long run
But for now, why don't we give it a whirl
If we get caught, that's all the more fun
You could make a dishonest man out of me, girl
Our chairs are facing each other
Great inches apart, mere worlds away
Our eyes are stuck on one another
So I close in on her with no delay
Music is playing but all vibrations stop in the room
The fan is blowing quietly but inside I feel a monsoon
Each centimeter moved is a stride as I burst from my cocoon
Our lips delicately converge on this most glorious night in June
As our mouths move slowly it drains from me
All of my, um, what's that word again, let me see
A word that means to speak good,
Swell? Well? Oh hell.
The seconds pass too quickly when
I get this sudden, um, not again..
A word that means like, to feel,
but physical, like your nerves, you know, real
Anyway, this feeling, it feels good
I can't name it either, I'd tell you if I could
A word that means like super happy,
It's also the name of a drug, LSD?
My mind stops working, it's falling apart
But we've got this, connection? No. Ugh, brain fart.
It's like a connection, means we're in sync.
I'd tell you the word, but I just can't think.
Suddenly she pulls away and opens her eyes
I start to breath again like I've never done it before
Oxygen hits my brain, rebooting, it comes as a surprise
The words I couldn't remember returning once more
Articulation! Sensation! Ecstacy! Rapport!
These terms once unattainable, now creatively pour
The poetry came back to me, "An artist again!" I roar
Until I see her gaze searching along the floor
I reach out and tightly grip the small of her back
I feel my IQ dropping fast, my poet's mind starts to crack
I swiftly pull her closer and place her on my lap
The words leave me again as my wisdom turns to crap
Our lips reunite and my heart takes a leap
But at the same second my brain goes back to sleep
As her tank top flies out of my hand and softly hits the ground
I feel my brain blink off, it just completely shuts down
I feel braindead now, but I can't stop. Should I try it?
You know what, fuck it. My body can work on autopilot
Living a life im not proud of leading, yet I still remain here, never have I though about leaving. Support you I will, even though what I do doesnt show what I feel. I dont think we would make it, and I hate having to fake it. But this is what we made, what we created. There werent no mistakes, there was just some bad choices, thats why we must follow through with this, and not ignore quiet voices. We will fight together, because its what we chose, but there will be no fairy tale, there will be no prose. Decisions were made without considering, and life will be lived without ever remembering.
I am gravely sorry
That you hold pain within you.
We share love,
Whether you choose to accept it
In your reality or not.
I am empathetic towards your pain.
I am not a psychiatrist.
I am not a psychologist.
I do not know how to control your delusions,
Only you know how to do that.
I do know this.
When you can clearly see,
That keeping your mouth shut,
Instead of opening it,
Is hurting far more people
Than it is helping...
...it's time to open your damn mouth.
05/19/2013 10:04 AM ©
She was an aqua butterfly fluttering her iridescent in the frigid winds of the north
Searching and wandering though she was not lost only to be found.
She hugged every morsel of the tree with reverence loving it and becoming it.
And she was all thoughtless we had but no mind of our own
But she swore by these paragons of deliberate hatred and what she wanted was to be a perfect memory to every man who was arrogant enough to experience her body.
She glittered with desire, breaking so easily, so tarnished, so gone. She was fooled and damp with hatred
She knew from behind her back that she was nothing of my knowledge.
She terrified me and chilled me to the very nomadic wanderlust of my soul.
And when she was recognized every part of the metaphysical realm came alive.
At two she rose and watched the butterfly fall beneath her waist and flutter
And those who fell broke to the scent of her glittering perfume, and the rubies and roses all became her through the damn wall she used to be me.