aka... to those who crave limelight
There seems to be this growing
social stigma
for individuals to need to
acquire the attention of others
and hit a homerun.
This very desire can lead one to ruin.
You see,
if you want to stand out so much
it will only be a matter of time before you do, one way or another.
And to stand out is to separate one's self, and eventually enough separation
leads to...
...isolation...
...and then you're alone,
amongst your own,
and you will have put yourself there!
The trick to winning within the tribe,
is to become one of the tribe,
and be one with the tribe.
That's all
Easy. ;^)
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 4:14 AM UTC
Of all the people I've come across, I find myself to be the least deserving of any. I can put put my heart on a sleeve to lure you in and then sntach your own heart right out from under you. I have no idea why I do this but it is time for it to stop.
I just met this gal a month and a half back. She is so fuckin' cool, it was hard not to share every moment that she turned to look into my eyes. I just don't think I am ready. She could do it, though. Definitely a possibility.
She is thin and masculine looking at the same time. She just might have the most perfect looking face I have ever seen. Symmetrical to a T, perfect. She has a girl next door look without the innocence. Just enough sculpting to her jaw and chin, her points are obvious and rounded just enough so as not to be pointy. Her cheek bones are not highly pronounced, she's not too cute looking. There is a balance of wisdom and playfulness in her eyes. She has class, high class, in my opinion.
She did a little stretch at the end of the night, I paid no attention. God how I wanted to look, I knew better, now is not the time to look. Now is the time to appear interesting and interested on a platonic level. The class, the friends, all of it. She came to sit with me, I was in heaven for a few hours tonight. I could easily allow myself to want someone again. How powerful is that?
I could be on the road to recovery.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 4:04 AM UTC
They live here, it is not just their home and backyard. It is their playpen as well as their church. It is provider and sustainer, their Mother. They own it and it owns them. You and I may visit, we may stay as long as we like, partake in the beauty, become inspired by its vastness and variety, and then move on. They live here, always. Even when they can't be here they take the forest into their dwelling to keep the spirit alive within. Yes they live here full time, the forests are always on their mind, always calling to them, reminding them. You and I check in from time to time, they live here.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
It was my last swig
before I hit the gallows
of a slumber
not too far mistaken
as an escape from the
void and emptyness
of a lover's life's dreams.
All be it!
... is not misgivin',
but mistrusted
in a lame being's spirit mind.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
Shadows dance
in the candles shimmer
warming the room
with cinnamon grounds
Soft rhythms
playing to a background
of lovers moans
and slapping pounds
Solid drinks
peppering our tounges
and burn in chest
going down
Sheets of white
feel even softer
by the touch of skin,
light brown
She looks into me,
licks her lips
with curls of auburn
dangling down.
Saying goodbye
to such sweet times
quelled only by
a new love
in a new town.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
Big souls come in little packages.
If she's 50 kg then I'm the pope.
An elfin looking Buddhist,
mother, entrepreneur, musician,
and a total goddess of class.
Our eyes met, essences shared,
hearts touched.
She"s ready, I'm not.
******
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
I give a gift to you,
my undivided attention.
As numbers are called, plates jiggle,
waitresses frantic about the lateness of our order...
just blurred peripherals, right now and for the infamentesinal moments that follow there is you, me, and nothing else
I can't take my eyes off of you for a second!
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
A point in which I look back on my life and what I can't help but notice most is that I was not present for what would become some of my best life experiences.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
Now...
I'm not about
to confess
to know of this test,
any more
and maybe less
than the usual mess.
Expert
wanna be
burn my eyes
gonna see
can I make
sense of this
dominant stress
It seems a woman
plays soft
thus a man
plays hard
but what she craves in the end
she never gets
Because the
dynamic changes
our role
rearranges
instincts to sustain us
make our minds regress
And she's a mess,
(pause)
that's all, just a mess...
Control freak
she'll bequeath
he can't do
between the sheets
what once
in his mind
was
sacred and bless
She grows hard
he goes soft
happy scarred
awareness lost
he becomes what she hates
a yes-man, yes
With her eye on the prize
while he loses focus
she
in her right
lays the magick to rest
'till
all that's here
left to see
how long it takes
'till she leaves he
and follows her own sunset
in the untamed West
And he's a mess,
(pause)
that's all, just a mess...
The things she'll do
just to spite
what he wants to
and did recite
but not with him,
Oh Hell No,
not with Her chest
Fnds a way
so he knows
no doubt
that she owns
and faults him when he learns
of her ****** best
He can't sleep
becomes a sheep
MOJO lost
on the heat
of that which might have been
had he
had more zest
She might have stayed
had he played
along with her witchy way
and also
respected
her emotional tests?
And that's the mess,
(pause)
that's all, just a mess...
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC
"...few things are as capable of restoring the human soul as that of music..."
Dr. Silace Lamb, Stonehearst Asylum
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC