Forever intended to circle but never trace the puckered skin of my aching lips

Untasted you take away from all that is beauty as my mind chooses unwitting ly to coalesce upon the ghost of you

There is no life sufferable without you in it, no cause too great to overcome yet there is a flaw,

For our loves gain double an equal measure must be afforded lost, For there in lives its worth. Oh my dearest love,  as selfish as I pray I need to be, can only reek of compassion thus,

You **** me softly every smile, every soulful look, every sweet word veiled with bitterness

an aquired taste for those addicted to love's misdirection

The outline for my sweet destructon,

And you my favourite design.

Folder: When the going gets tough
Oh drama please just *******!

i DONT KNOW HOW YOU FIND ME

i DONT CARE.

I would very much like for conflict to resolve

but in my sphere always seem to revolve.

I turn my back on you, though its only a temporary measure

because you are not one to be denied your pleasure.

you sick stalker **** mistress of distress and bad luck,

you come in guns blazing

and you catch me unawares

you call out jealousy

pride

and mis understanding

a gulity line up in this dramatic parade

but its you I most revere when you are giving someone else a hell of a year,

I am officially breaking up with you.

dont try to find me

I am passionately in love with compassion

and I will die rather than leave this heaven.

thankyou for being my depth stick

I would never have seen how beautiful my new love is

if it wasnt for all your selfish darkness.

kind regards

SS

Folder:  LOVE AND OTHER RELATED *******
Its not rocket science
the way you **** Me
Its nothing specific
Mechanically fitting 
But there is something ethereal About your touch, 
And the way you say ***** things with that husky voice
The way I choke on it while you watch
And the sincerity  in your kisses
Contrasted by your cool withdrawal
the way you pull your pants on 
And walk out the door
with your shirt over your shoulder never looking back
The way you think you've won the pride steaks.
It never lasts
always been your good time girl.
I let you hunt me down again.
Its not rocket science
I love to ****.

The knife sat embedded in the cheese
the figs sliced open and offering themselves up
you walked out and left me holding the wine
it was good cheese, good wine
I'm still trying figure
exaclty when you got ******.
was it the figs?
*******.

Folder: LOVE AND OTHER RELATED *******


I dont feel like listening to pathetic vows pledged forever,

I dont want to hear another ******* line about love

I dont care to be reminded of the beauty and the pain

I dont feel like hoping in you again.

save the sickeningly sweet confessions

save it.

I dont even want to remember your name

Im too **** busy forgetting your face.

Folder: DEDICATIONS With Love or Otherwise.


when good friends recede,

they try to erase all evidence of the connection.

why?

who knows.

people outgrow eachother all the time.

no hard feelings.

no biggie.

the dragon was slayed

were safe for now.

I guess I'll see you again

the next time we need to band together

in the mean time erase the traces

forgiveness lives only for the betrayal

till then.

storms culminate now,
pain is held upon a leaf;
in the stream pain flows.

storms in your eyes brew,
sleeping comes no more to you
ashes as love grew.

oh forever torn and woven back together,
I don't understand the colours of my love
the way they fall and mesh together
the twines twisting and forming buckles and knots
the longing of loving.
the cool practical concern turning my dress into a tunic
the hot fiery passion ripping the fabric from modesty
the warm wool of comfort
the sparse cotton of carelessness
I don't have a shred of love more than I need
or any idea why,
what's woven by one love,
is worn by the other.

the charm bends me in ways I never thought I could go.
I do things
lots of things
hidden things
to invite you to seep into my essences and fall away
the two of us
evaporating into oblivion
as gas and reforming as a new entity
a state of absolute being
the soma of us.

How well ******* up is life and the things in it?

I can't believe the love of my life and soul stares at me across a field,
A busy street, a party, at church and I can't go there. Right there where they are ,without the rue of situations past that, have consequentially, rendered something so beautiful and as pure as it it's tainted; passionate as it is deep as a mute and incomprehensible ineligibility.

I could have had the grand kind the kind to end all kinds. Instead, I settled with an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my gut, that I wasn't worth waiting for.

The stars were so cruel. As with all things that glitter, twinkle or shine like your eyes,they seer souls and play favourites. Not that I didn't do well. I did very well, I didn't do deep. Like the kind of deep that travels between our eyes, the kind of heart reverberation that goes beyond soul. I did very well. I am loved and I love; but, there is that chasm sometimes just a shoulder brush away. Always a millimetre times a billion eons away, so close no matter how far, So far no matter how close, all the miracles in the world can't solve it. The devils got his last laugh, and I my last hope. This afterlife better hold its promise, I don't want to face another endless age without you. Its ****** up.

Still, it's perfect in all it's ******-upness. It has lasted this mortal realm far longer than most could ever fathom, and I am perfectly content in it as long as the deep still passes through our eyes across a field, at church, a party or across the street.

you know I will honour you to the end.

whether you show me you care or you dont.

I have faith in it.

I rest the corners of my mind on it.

I bleed real tears from my deepest soul.

I call for your comfort.

it may not come at all, but mine is here to rest your weary head

a soft lap and warm shoulder.

I will not abandon you though I may be silenced

my nothingness is not without love.

even when there are no words...

my constant lover has run off on his flight of fancy

and in his absence I am lost,

I dont want to think of you.

I dont want to be thrown back in that boat with you

I am aprehensive.

I am dragging my feet

those fake smiles and snorty vibes

the i really couldnt give a **** reply

all the pretending

the preditor and the prey

whos in control?

none of us it seems

but the fates have conspired once again

and another preening ritual is attended

and for what?

to show you what it is you havent got.

but you notice things like that dont you?

I will speak to you with those eyes you mask with hate

and I will mirror cool disinterest

and the rest shall feel ill at ease at my presence

while I fit in with the calm ease

of even the greatest sleeze.

comfortable in my destruction

and thier recoil at my gall

to put the **** out there so nicely

like it doesnt stink at all...

.
I aint that kinda rhyme girl you thought
I can follow structures and  that but I just feel caught
stuck on a hook like a butchered chook,
never worth a care or even a look,
so I like to break free from the things that constrain me
free flow and verse should never be terse
let the turgid waters of my mind flow where it will
and I promise I'll write things funny still
like rants and raves and in your faces
and soulful stuff like soulmates and graces
now I pick my keys carefully too so don't think I don't because I do.
but the thing is knowing when to rhyme like its cool
I don't do that cause I aint no fool
when its good its good whether its gotten or misunderstood
you'll feel it those vibrations, feel it, feel it those good vibrations, that's a bit funky I know I might have missed the mark but don't get your knickers in a bunch! but that's how I roll that's my whole goal the rhyming trick gets old but Im happy to resurrect it on demand to cheer up a poor soul!
hugSS and LOL! ;D

Well, its been a hell of a week or two

and I dont know how I got through

there were victories and triumphs

I had validation from my friends and my bosses

but there were also many great losses.

other things happened too but I wont share them with you

I got cut by love and other matters this i'll confess,

I bought a tub of yogurt and honey and drowned my cares in creamy sweet mess,

I chucked the physio rules out the window

i was bad but It did some good though

I posted a pic with #nomakeupselfie to raise some dough

I ate nutella with a spoon, and bananas dipped with coconut sugar crowns

then I trained hard for blood ssweat and fears till my body went down.

I ran 100 kms and and went into high gears

I coached an under 9 soccer team for the first time in two years,

it felt great but I felt so unwelcome there though I saved my tears

I thought I killed that beast ages ago but apparently no.

Then the killer love that broke my spirits,

redeemed my soul , it all went missing and i felt at home.

the performances despite a lack of time went well

the raising of scripture in it against bullying was great as well

I ve been to hell and back and now its time to take a breath

write some soul scripts and send them out as well,

in Christ my word for agapi we can do all things

let the light of the world seep into all things!

have a blessed day and remember

everything changes and theres good reason its that way,

because nothing good and bad is here to stay

we just cant maintain those amplified feelings everyday.

we wouldnt be able to appreaciate what each will teach us today

life is interesting to say the least but so much better when challenging yourself

a wo/man against an unknown beast!

hugss SS

the light flickers

the candle plays tricks for me

a warm ambient glow,

its life, simply there for my entrancement.

if only you were the flame of this candle.

then I could watch you dance and play sensously

instead of watching shadows

make shapes reminicent of you,

flicker on the wall,

wishing you close,

feeling your warmth.

this cool day and light southerly breeze captures me

and in it I find relevance to you.

this is the feeling I get when I am in your presence

the soulful comfort of being home

on the soil that raised me,

on the wind that cooled me

and the rain that refreshed me.

but in that feeling there is another layer

the outer layer. the feeling of loss,

like the wind pushes me this way and that

and the thunder clapping warnings and that fear that strikes me

and the mud that dirites my dress and clogs my shoes

and the freezing draft that leaves me shiver,

and I see the rainbow after I venture back from that crazy escapade

its not the warm and fuzzy picture is was for me.

those are the colours of broken light through my tears

and I will never hold a rainbow in such high regards again

its a fools trick designed for the devils laughter

and though I know my pain is your pain

I wont fight the gods here.

I will wait and plot for the hereafter.

all this time, you were just a phantom I assigned

to your face...

to your hard shape and soft eyes.

a phantasm

a love imprinted on your soma by my soul

so desperately wanting to see yours.

and here I am, calling you to me again

with no right after a thousand revelations

and every suffered revocation

youd think I'd learn why you disappeared?

but you will never be gone from me

I can sense these things.

my eidolon's soul fits you perfectly

Youre my perfect idea of beauty

all your crookedness and pain

every hunger in your eyes

every burn in your touch

the redemption you belive you will find in my destruction

to hell with the truth.

Im in love with your lovely brand of pain

the phantom of your ***

the soul of your love lies too well with you for me

I am convinced.

My vision of who I insist you are is all I need.

a breath on the wind and that look in your eyes,

still; all this time, a phantom i assigned.

a blueprint so well laid, in my heart and soul

I still believe you should be mine.

speaking with you over the frequencies,

I often wonder what a touch could do.

would it connect me to some omnipitent source

or create an annoying buzzing tingle feeling?

I guess I dont need to find out,

but when you walk right through my soul as if its nothing

leaves me with nothing to do but,

wonder about it all.

the air is charged with your messages of love

you miss me, I feel it.

the wind wraps me with your hug

passing on whispers, I hear it.

pain pierces like thunder,

you need me, I know it



the wind stills, no reply

I cant show it,

I fell,

You walked.

I cant come,

but you still call

even though you know it.

Thoughts drip from my mind as
globulous glassy fluids of emotion.

The curtains drawn,
the veil of love lifted and
bare truths litter the ground
at my feet.

Starry dreamlike flickers
each turned into glaring suns of acceptance;
the loss confounds me.

Amoebas shifting, pushing.
Meniscus pulls back each rush of liquid mess
my heart squeezes through new eyes
in its feeble attempt to fill the void
so glaringly obvious now
with something, anything.

Swallowed whole,
All sense of knowing lost.
The fabric of my undestanding
torn from under me.

As I fall
Betrayal nudges the corners of realisation
but its too loud an echo to make sense of.

Not ready yet.

As the liquid marbles
load up and fire their last
passionate pleas for compassion
the reality knocks intently
I push to keep it out
A long and useless fight.

Amoeba of pain Takes me over.

Senseless,
nothing left to try.
I brace;
waiting for the tears to run dry...

I cruised the city streets today
every look, every gesture interrogated
for signs of you.
every corner wrote a perscription
for a new hope,
only to dissipate in realisation
by the absence of you.
A lead, a clue,
your old jacket,
a pair of shoes,
none lead to your
missing face
I cruised the cityscape
double checked the shadows
to find nothing of you.
No sign.
And I wanted so badly,
to come back to life.

I always say you never lose a thing you need.
obviously you dont need it if you were careless enough to lose it
Oh well, Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world,
looking for another heart to borrow,
and sign a new due date for its return,
Hoping this time, its long enough to re-borrow
so it wont be returned early
by skipping over the beats.

Which thousandth time is this,
that  my heart and soul cry out to you?
You have knocked my world senseless yet again.
rendered me incapable, unreachable, unlovable.
I am in the space between life, death and dreams
where I can sit next to you all I want and feel home.
The rage,* quietened by our tenderness,
our tenderness stoked by our synergies aligning
The shape and shadows of our love fall on the wall,
a four armed hypnotic cobra,
two twined into one
an intrinsic vibration,
a holy peace to transcend all eternity;
I could spend forever here...
*-If I wasn't so captivated by his seductive hell.

?
Thought of you today;

and a whole world of passion opened up

one I hoped against hope had died.



I tried to walk away graciously carving a new life

I did my best not to look back

but the ghost of you still catches my breath



there are too many yesterdays between us

not enough tomorrows

and an infinite array of could have beens



this is a raw and honest heartfelt union

a law this world can not abide by

so I crave the next world.



where this love on the wind

blows true and that this higher love

has no boundaries between me and you



there is no end between us.

to think such is an intollerable thought

there is only eternity where we wait

impatiently to claim eachother's souls.

I like because I like.
I follow because I really like the potential of your expression.
I don't and wont like to gain a following
I write for me.
I write for you.
You can see it if you want to.
I like and I never unlike because before I like
it has to be worthy.
I never like for likes sake,
I never like to be polite.
I never like it to be done to me
So only like if you would do unto me as I would do unto you;
Follow me as I follow you;
and save emotion and time in not having an action of mine
misconstrued.
Hugss.

I missed you.

its as simple as that.
 


the shape of you is but a shadow,

And I found myself jumping through like a *smoke ring hoping to catch you.

but the edges always seem to vanish into thin air...



So im left with nothing

but this simple prayer.



Im sending you love on these wings of hope

to reach you because I missed you.


And its as simple as *that.

I had a chat to someone today who really went about it the wrong way. I dont think it very sane or fair to give a credit where the act lay bare.
I am someone whose opinion I think highly of,
and rest assured, I am interested in what I think of.
but to call a ***** a ***** and dig a hole with it for yourself
is not a wise thing to do.
though the wise have been thought crazy and the crazy wise
the fool is the fool in any position naive or wise because a what a fool believes
the wise always questions what he sees.
a fair and valid comment is not cause for defamation,
defamation though has cause and stains by association
and I will suffer none of it
because I just couldn't give a ****.
think of it what you think of it.



Making of false, derogatory statement(s) in private or public about a person's business practices, character, financial status, morals, or reputation. Oral defamation is a slander whereas printed or published defamation is a libel. The plaintiff must prove that the defamation was communicated to someone other than him or her. And, if the statement is not obviously defamatory, it must be shown that it carries a defamatory meaning (see innuendo) and that reasonable people would think that it refers to the plaintiff. In case of unintentional defamation, the defendant may mitigate damages or escape liability by offering an apology. Defamation with malicious intent (see malice) invalidates the defense of fair comment and qualified privilege. Defamation that imputes a criminal offense punishable with imprisonment, is usually a sufficient ground for a court action even in the absence of a proof of special damages. Under the UK law, defamation damages are assessed by a jury and not a judge.

  


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then you don't get the message.

its been fun.

but I gotta run.

this isn't as free thinking a place as I wanted it to be.

I know where I am from and where I am going.

see you when I get there.

the writing on the wall

says it all

if you need me My HP FRIENDS  you will know where to find me.

you would have looked beyond

the smallness of one thought

nothing is as dangerous as an idea when it is the only one you have.

don't worry I have far too many to ever be considered a real threat

till then I'll take a break and say adieu

my friends I will be back to read what you do

till then I offer my love and thoughts in lieu.

HugSS.

ache and agony seem friendly now.
I have grown accustomed to them
they are my never ending and constant friend
always speaking up and filling my head with hopes and regrets.
that driver must have been on crack or something because
he didn't understand a thing!
we were so close to that first kiss,
I could see you smile down the street by the park
a dream that died when he took my body
and rolled it in the hot black tar.
that was when I had lips to kiss you.  
joy to see you.
now it is horror.
I live in fear away from all that does not understand
or recoils at my unwarranted monstrosities
I was a beauty once, as beautiful as every lover dreams.
now its hidden on the inside
and that kiss, is just another layer to the pain
that has become my one constant friend.
I don't blame you for running.
I wish the old man hadn't run across the street.
I wish he hadn't called anyone.
I would have died happy on my way to our first kiss.
Oh, those perfect lips...
now I pray for the kiss of death,
so I can finally kiss goodbye my one constant friend.

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From light hearted happiness

to straight into the ditch

they **** things up

so easily and they arent even here

that stain wont lift and you dont even bother washing it or coming clean.

so this snap of mine turned into your violent negation

another length of silence,

how long before you miss me this time?

how long before you realise that you are

deaf dumb and mute with out me.

I am your unglamourous purpose

I am your what little meaning you have left in your life

I gave birth to your reasons

and I will surely **** them if I go

question is,

how long do you have before you cant stop me?

how fickle you are about such important things

and how much unecessary passion will you

channel into a pit that is no longer interested in you

because there is nothing to take.

it never was a giving pit.

****** you dry now theres only heartache left to bleed

and it is all of your own making

the fantasy that they thought you were special

that they couldnt live with out you.

but I never could.

the ghost of you in her innocence

in the words of a song

or the flower tip that aches for cutting

screaming verse and transforming from thin air

I attach the horrid memory of you

to the place I dream.

I want to pick the petals off and rub the head in the dirt

only knowing if I do plenty more of you will come up.

irskome and loathsome you haunt these walls I know it

what I hate is that recoil when innocence reminds me

of your cruel tricks again.

I turn my face from you

I have nothing but the desire to erase you

and a new dream of contetedness

after the final exorcism.

her eyes sparkled bright
eyes see the truth of lovers
his eyes betray him

my finger tips bleed for you

pouring out confessions

blackmailed by my betraying heart

sscraping your leftovers closer,

hoping you can see through the

bright lights and encryptions

that the vicious remains of our love

still circles like a vulture

and I, so desperate to be tasted

offer to you in this mangled mess of loveliness

my soul scratched in wretched gliphs for an endless time

in a language that could only be deciphered by your cruel love.

Folder: I'm Bigger Than Ben Hur!
One more misread line
One more antic to decline
Open up my poetry
To the masses and this
Is what I find:


No news is good news
My pain is amusement
I crack myself open
and pour out My truths
My words,
for me.


Will you turn them from me?
Humanity bares similarity
The themes are all the same
But each has its own Play
written by the same
I will be there in the
End waiting to find out
like the rest of us
When this drama ends.


Don't read yourself into my lines
Read your pain into my rhymes
These are
my words,
For me.


I will show you my pain
And hope from it
something you gain
when you see it
As it is
through my window frame.


Tirelessly I write
to end these
spirited convexations
Whispers of unheard
conversations
The aura around
your presence
May darken my own gold
But what ever I write
I labour alone.


These are
My Words
For me.

My consolation
For skipping through
the Madness of my
Spiritual frustrations.

Can you see me
The way I need you to see?
The way I really am?

With these, that are
my words.
For me.

as if you know what good poetry is.
what it means to lay your heart with your guts on the road
with your sins pointing to it
knowing some ******* words strung together like the mess on the floor
slipping and sliding into a figure of speech
and folding it all up into a metaphor for the clueless.
as if.

Folder: Soul mates
I feel the fire in your hands
Burn before you even touch me

I feel the depth of your unspoken words
Before they hit me and pull another's love aside

I burn for you,
a blue flame of discontentedness

I melt with you
Into oily silky velvety fuild

It seeps in through my heart
And stains my soul vibrant colours then black.

You are a vampire of Passion
And I a victim of lust

Lost to the hypnotic call of an ancient
Vow which desolates for all ages to come,
my eternal now.

Twisted and bent over
By just the thought of it;
Why rapture must come
With such intolerable cruelty
The Gods only know.



They wield us like toys in
A careless game of wits
for some bemusement

If I Were to dare and venture forth
to find the golden chord

and climb up to the stairway of heaven;



I would pluck the very eyes of Athena
and Themis and swap them in kind
So they may see eachothers minds

And cast upon it a blessing
cured of this sickly and ravaged
Regretted remorse that bodes
In the hearts and souls of weak men.



The shame travels in cycles
the pain is constant
broken only by fleeting moments
Of hope and regretful longings.



I Sailed with this ship of fools
To find the golden fleece
Knew full well that
The ends of the world
Will still fail to appease.



there is no god or immortal
That I serve except this *******;
And yet, the unrighteous lover
Renews my faith in love?



**** the gods
for making a device of heart so voracious
And easily spaced for the fitting of loves and pain,
duty and honor and every other
cruel twisted trick tied by a harp string
That tugged at will could test the thresholds
That torment always breaks.



Keep your gods and
Masters of cruel fates

I will follow none
And will wait for death

till I row the strokes to bring

that of the netherworld and beyond,



Just to find and ****** in zeuses
Wretched heart

the one he gave me by his stake
And watch him melt and burn and suffer
Twisted over and bent

finally to understand his cruel mistake

You dont inspire grand poetry
Yet, you have the power to enrage me.
You don't inspire grand gestures
Yet, you can sweep me off my feet.
You are my ordinary everyday love,
A blank uninspired page lending itself
To doodling in the corners.
Grand by definition some believe;
Yet, I know different.
we are eachothers 'for granted'.
A prop, a scaffold,
a rubber mould, ignored...
till our cages are rattled
Then, in a flickered memory,
Shines the extraordinary.
And that doodle explodes to life
All over the page!
But it's not poetry.

Folder: Soul mates
I have nothing
but the look in your eyes
To remind me
and these whisky tears
won't dry like they should
I can't hold you
except in a memory
I can't feel you
Except in my heart
I can't love you
Except with my soul
You're that piece
That's missing
A perfect fit
Only you puttied up
my space with creeps
And still I watch you fumble
Afraid you will fall again
Only not for me
As soon as I empty
This cup the whisky
Tears keep filling up.
They don't evaporate
Like they should.

I write under some small delusion,

that you would want to see

me, bare my soul and that my soul

is full of colour and wonder;

that I could some how venerate your being

with Some spark of creativity

magnified  in personification to a whole new status of being.

And I wrap myself up in this warm delusion.

It helps me sleep at night,

I feel better about the world,

even a little less lonely,

at first...

Because then you're driven

by some constant compulsion

to draw out the emotions.

You plot and plan words

and the schematics of affectations.

The tiniest hopes spur you on,

through endless trials and drafts of possible perfection

not yet in words perfected.

You stretch your minds limits

you seek new boundaries of thought.

You while away hours forming possibilities

based on a line that becomes the hook.

You become the friend of empathy.

Seeking to somehow bring a voice to others pain.

All the while selfish and conceded

it is merely a means to an end.

The is no torture greater than this discipline of arts

with such limited tools to drive a wedge of emotion

through the eyes and drive to affect the mind

to cause a heart response that reaches the soul...

I please you.

This is my delusion

that sparks the wars of many wordss.

Fighting for the chance to venerate me.