All is vanity. (Easy for the king to say Between concubines . . .)
But king Solomon loved many strange women, together with the daughter of Pharaoh, women of the Moabites, Ammonites, Edomites, Zidonians, and Hittites:
Of the nations concerning which the Lord said unto the children of Israel, Ye shall not go in to them, neither shall they come in unto you: for surely they will turn away your heart after their gods: Solomon clave unto these in love.
And he had seven hundred wives, princesses, and three hundred concubines: and his wives turned away his heart.
For it came to pass, when Solomon was old, that his wives turned away his heart after other gods: and his heart was not perfect with the Lord his God, as was the heart of David his father.
Overtaking the mind cantankerous me, here inside the apartment. No longer making plans, exciting friends, hosting
More than a before noon call to maintenance or planned visit from someone else’s friend- concocted thirteen months ago. What has made them so afraid to ever allow themselves to enjoy, the chance at sour or sweet, umami, or something in between vexes these feet under-beat.
Seemingly never to trammel a midnight sidewalk or sweaty cramped R&B/Soul Dance party.
I am never gonna change. I don't need to. I'm already everyhing. I am what you call deranged. People see that. I'm already dead. Far away and out of range. I don't want to. I don't need friends. I am never gonna change. Just so you would. Start to like me. I am not controlled or stopped. Say goodnight to niceties. Goodbye to free will. Hello misery. If you ever cross me. I'm sorry doctor. There's nothing to cure. I just hurt because I can.