#seasoned
You have to accept that some people are not made for deep conversations, or for holding you together when you’re about to fall apart, or for keeping you from unzipping your skin, or for talking you out of suicide, or to love you through the worst moments of your life.
Some people are made for shallow exchanges, and ridiculous banter, and nothing more. And that’s okay. That doesn’t make them horrible people because they simply aren’t able to handle a storm like you. It doesn’t make you a bad person because you won’t divulge all the gritty details of your horror show. It makes you smart.
You have to accept that there will be people that cannot give you what you need. It doesn’t mean they are not worth keeping in your life. You just have to figure out who these ones are before you’re disappointed. And you have to keep them at arm’s length. You cannot expect everyone in your life to understand, to be nonjudgmental, to get it.
But that’s okay, because not everyone was made to impart wisdom, or wax poetry, or speak on politics and the depravity of society, or discuss how crucial it is that the stigma of mental illness be abolished. There are times when you have to get away from all that heaviness. You have to. And you will need superficial conversation about Kim Kardashian’s **** or a debate on the colour of The Dress. You will need those ones.
So don’t go round cutting people off and dropping your friends. You need people for all your seasons. You need people or you won’t survive this.

May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 1:20 AM UTC
You are thick in size
Curling around my fork
String by string.
You anchor my stomach
& kiss my lips in a slurp.
You never have to worry about
The intrusion
Curving my appetite with your
Delicious coil.
You curl yourself in front of me
And invite me to come back for more.
Fork after fork
You unravel your flavor &
Pack them in my mouth.
You're the first thing on my mind
And bowl
Tasting you before you come to a boil.
You're my noodle
Perfectly seasoned and anchored
To my soul.
The broth the last kiss
From me to you
Until the next bowl
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC
If I found I,
Then who are you?
If I found my demons,
then where are my scars?
If my Eyes are the window to my soul,
then where are the blinds, to keep my house in order.
I know a story of a master
who let his servant rule his estate,
now he is a prisoner in a dungeon
of his making, a servant to the servant.
one needs another
yet another needs one.
Its chaos, chaos, peace, chaos.
what a lovely tune, in working sync with life.
I had a childhood friend
once upon a time,
He found his peace in the dark
I found mine in illusions
what can I say my imagination
was of his doing....
I am now an empty canvas staring back at one myself.
I wonder if he is still alive,
I could use his wisdom right about now.
I am a man of my word,
And I plan to play God,
Because I am.
I know history hasn't been kind to my kind
But it's called playing/being Professional.
It's a facade
RULES WILL BE BROKEN
©Hansmind,2019.
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 6:39 PM UTC
Green leaves over water
Fear no Fall from Autumn graces
They embrace it
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
I am
ashamed
I never wrote to
YOU...
I fell
in love with
A
Girl
and Married her
now I seek to
Divorce her...
yet every time she
reminds me of my vows
"I DO, TILL DEATH DO US PART"
As My promise
still stands
to take care of her
for you
and give my
greater contribution
to MANKIND.
or face my
judgement to a feather
that did more than I.
Truly it will be a shame
my neck would never
recover to face your
EYES.
Every time she
keeps me amused
at her beauty.
she gets to my mind
and has taught me of her
family.
Destiny, Dream, Desire,
Despair, Delirium, Destruction
and Death.
All with the purpose to
take my attention away from her.
I think
she cheats
and that I am
not the only one.
I feel like she has had lovers
BEFORE, NOW, and MORE TO COME
to each she is unique despite
the disappointments and those
that appreciated her.
She always reminds me
I AM HERS AND SHE IS MINE.
Even though I am the one who cheats
on her with a MORTAL BEING.
Yet,
she shows me love
and protects me
like a mother.
and when I give her excuses,
**** and empty promises
her wrath is the TRUTH.
She is FORGIVING,
She has INTEGRITY,
She believes in COMMUNICATION,
She knowns TRUST,
She provides LOVE that is authentic,
She gives SUPPORT to my imagination.
When I believe the
night sky is a deep shade of blue,
that my hands are made to
do more than create,
and I can do more than breath
and follow the sheep,
she is always there to walk with me.
AND
she has taught me
the secret to my life, happiness
and love, is through me being
The Greatest Version of myself
each moment.
when I die
my will is to return
to her womb
the soil for which
I came from.
To be born to you
and love her again
TILL DEATH DO US PART.
To the Grand UNIVERSE, I Love your Daughter LIFE.
she is and will always be my commitment.
©Hansmind,2018.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
I woke with a start,
Looked at my man dozing peacefully.
A thought struck me,
Does he love me?
Does he love me not?
He is not my perfect idol,
Nor am I his.
Still, we like each other for who we are.
Many days we stay apart,
For office duties or personal commitments,
When we meet again,
Nothing changes.
A kiss,
An outing,
A candle light dinner,
A snack and a football match on T.V,
My favourite T.V. serial show,
Awakens our inner souls,
Ignites fire in our hearts,
Creates peace in our minds.
We have learned to forgive and forget,
Hold on to precious moments.
Most importantly he listens,
He understands my views.
I have come to the conclusion,
Our love is not lust or infatuation,
Our love is seasoned,
I am a baseball,
Caught safely in the web of the mitt.
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
I WANT YOU TO LISTEN BEFORE YOU FEEL.
I
Congratulate
You.
...
I understand now
That I am not
and she is neither
and nor are you.
In Life
is Man,
Woman
and
Money.
And I am disgusted
with my own state of affairs.
I am a HYPOCRITE,
(YOU COULD BE WORSE )
that a rat that is not a part of a the race
has a better chance of virtue.
I am not unique but
part of the equation of nature
for a upon a time in history
I was a "FEATHERLESS BIPED"
just as a chicken awaiting
the process of
the roast.
YET
upon death and decay,
if I am not in history
as a statue to symbolise
immortality.
I
will no longer
be MAN
but a CREATURE
with bones undistinguishable from
my kind.
These words are of a man
man that has nothing
to him and his time
but a chance to reflect on life's
greatest EQUATION
of meaning.
These are the words of the man
that lives like dog
he dares to speak his mind
a man we question his existence and purpose
we call mad, insane and a savage.
His words will never shake you
if you question
WHY HE DARES TO SPEAK IF HE IS NOTHING?
Were you truly listening?
Question.
Would you lend an ear
to a
A man that lives like a dog
or
A Man that lives in concrete
bubble?
I want you to Think beyond the concrete bubble
you call safe.
MAN + WOMAN x MONEY(NATURE)=...............
whats your equation like?
©Hansmind, 2018
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
We were teenagers
Sun kissed
Surrounding a bonfire
That burned the marshmallows
We roasted working all day
Sinning all night
With a blazing connection
That made me wonder
What you were waiting for
I was falling harder for you
As the leaves turned orange and red
With the fading warmth
Your feelings faded too
I thought there was still hope
As winter approached
But you got just as cold
As the weather
It was me, you and
Her
And what was meant to be
But you chose her
Leaving me to freeze alone
In the dark with my thoughts-
the what ifs
I told myself I was over you
I kept a distance too
But then the flowers returned
And so did you
Springing memories and empty promises
Like whispers in the breeze
The subtle sun rays
Rolled in
Just like the charm
Behind your smile
And it was summer again
We were still teenagers
Making the same
Innocent mistakes
The seasons continued to change
You changed seasonally too
But no matter the damage it sprung in my heart
I'd always fall back to you
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
Devilish blue eyes, frozen gaze.
Influencing me against my will,
Submitting into dropping defenses.
Overcome with an inability to escape,
I become bound by those piercing eyes.
Sapping once kinder thoughts,
Replaced by detached isolation.
Shuttering at the crack of the whip,
Blindly I walk to death.
Carved flesh ammunition against
You, weakness exposed.
Lacerations to the heart exchanged,
Milky fog clouds my oppressor.
Pieces held together by hatred,
One blow away from cracking.
Further into broken self.
All freedoms come at a cost.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
May each mouth
That has touched yours
Lead you to mine.
For they have taught you
The art of slow.
The eager lips of young love
Pale compared to
Those seasoned enough
To savor each movement
As if it were their last meal.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC