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T R Wingfield Dec 2024
First stage: pheromones

I can't sleep

with the smell of you
still in my nose

and your taste
still upon my lips.

Neither can I wash it away
Nor let go,

lest your essence I were to forget
Oxytocin is a hell of drug. My date went well though ;)
T R Wingfield Dec 2024
Prolly been letting the dark thoughts Win
A little too much lately.
Not like win but just...
- let in -
You know...
Like sometimes there's nothing you can do
About it.
Sometimes
it's all you can do
just to say to yourself

... Everything's gonna be okay

12/25/2024 9:57pm
Don't let the intrusive thoughts win. It's not so bad if you look closely.


First draft:
The world's gonna end soon anyway...  ..  .

Prolly been letting the dark thoughts Win
A little too much lately.
Not like win but just...
- let in -

... Everything's gonna be okay
T R Wingfield Dec 2024
There I was
- Alone -
in someone else's cozy home
(I didn't break in; it was open)
Watching home alone
With no-one home

... and I was ******
That's when you guys phoned
And now we're not alone
It's  me and you ... guys . . .
On Christmas Eve.

Jeez - should we just have a cup of nog and forget all about it? I think I saw some in the fridge ...

No?
Turn around?
Hands behind.. m. My back? Right...
Yeah I got it. I'm coming..
Take it easy!. Fella.
Jeez-us-merry-tap-dancing-Christmas
Am I right? ... No?
What's that... shut the **** up?
- Alrighty,
Amen...
[just before we began]

"Seriously though, it's sooo good. It's definitely one of my favorite movies. And they had it on Laser DISC. Who even has laser disc - (scoffs) Come on. You know - I had to watch it.

Later:

Hey...
Come on. It's me guys. you know I'm just goofing off. Larry, how many times you picked me up lost, wandering  alone? Have a little Christmas spirit, huh? If you don't close the door you can just undo the handcuffs and everybody goes home. You ain't called it in yet, right? Right? Come on...


{Unintelligible radio chatter} "- Larry, he's got a point in I'm just trying to get home -"

Man! I appreciate it.
Merry Christmas, guys!
(Waves good-bye, walks away away high as a kite on adrenaline and dope!)

Phwew... that was a close one. Merry Christmas folks.
T R Wingfield Jul 2024
Everything is a Psy-Op these days.
Who knows what to believe?
Certainly not the mainstream media
or its blatant complacency.
Are we actually the "Great Satan?"
It's getting hard to believe we're still free.

Do you feel free? (I certainly don't.)
- And If so, do you have money?

I bet you do;
But do you have time
for yourself,
and Your friends,
and your family?
And Not just
A little chunk,
carved out of nights and weekends,
like a free minutes for a cellphone back in 1993;
but real time,
time you can invest,
that you can commit to you;
not just free-time, but
Time free enough just to be.
And even more important -
Do you have energy?
For all this free time
they give you for a fee:
Or did you sell your youth,
your dreams,
and your soul,
just to avoid poverty?
For a promise of "one day,
some day
soon,
You can stop working
And rest your weary feet
But not right now...
                                  (while you could enjoy it)
Not yet...
                            {the machine still needs to feed}
you must invest.
                               [it needs strength and vigor]
You can't expect to eat for free
                         /and to it, you look ******* tasty\

it's not like sustenance is out here
Simply growing on trees; does water just rain from the heavens into your sink? No, We have to make our ***** nature clean.


But yes – back to rest – after a while... sure
That is, however, only after:
once you've served enough
purpose to the capital beast.



- And If you do not,
do you long for quiet and peace and solitude,
Or joy and comradery?
Or just a day off
to get some things done
and then another one
where you can just be?

There's no freedom left
in the land of the free,
at least not for you and me.
There's some for those
That are in control
of the wages and the prices
of the commodities.
But for those of us
they rent by the day
or the hour
or the lifetime,
For a modest fee;
there's just "**** it up" and ****-sandwiches to eat.
"Now, Come on boy! Aren't ya hungry?"

Unless we rally and rage
and riot and fight
with fury and fire,
pitchforks and torches
Muskets and mutlitudes
Clawing and gnashing teeth.
To bite the hand that beats us back
The fight is getting easier to see,
That's why they are building cop cities and training facilities and internment camps.
But beating them is getting harder and harder to do.
Because they've know what they were doing, and when we were told
we didn't believe
T R Wingfield Jun 2024
In a liminal space surrounded by aether
I came to see the countenance
of a lover long lost to me,
martyred by addiction and impotence
and ignorance and arrogance,
A love taken for granted;
yet undeservedly so


In her eyes spun a spark
I had since never forgotten.
She proffered a smile
I have since longed to see
and greeted me tenderly
with warmth and a kiss.

We shared some time in a
soft sweet way
as if again lovers
no longer estranged

In a steam covered pool,
playing chicken alone,
I hugged her thighs hard
and looked up
as she brought her face close

I said,

"I know this isn't forever.
I know that it's just for right now;
But it feels like coming home."

"I've missed you"


She said "I've missed you"
Kissed me again from above
A goodbye

Then I woke from the dream
and refused to open my eyes.

And under my breath I begged
"Please... don't go..."

But she was already gone
And the day began
and the dream
drifted away
And I fell back to slumber
and dreamed anew
of another time
later
Lost and wandering
Muttering to myself
A poem of love and loss
And learning to let go,
Rhythmically
to the plodding pad
of my wet bare feet on concrete
As I made my way somewhere
that would never feel like home
Two dreams intertwined
The first one wrecked me
I've been mourning a relationship lost almost 9 years ago
It's silly I know but I've been overwhelmed with sadness by it. Strange how grief is non linear

The love of which I dreamed:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1852851/arrhythmia/
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