PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Get off! Get Off! Get off the train that is your modus operandi for avoiding committment.  For some reason you exist thinking...believing that you have been sent here for your own enjoyment.  Wrecking ball recieving kinetic energy in the form of other's emotions.  Building up steam and locomotion.  Oh, the steam?  You call it drama.  It calls you "Mama." You, the love energy vampire painting satire across the country, across the world.  You trade your matriarchial responsibilities temporarily to get high on sexual intensity.  The propensity pre-ordained.  The androgen drained.  The patriarch stained by your "visit."  Your pestilence leaving whole areas desolate.  You are the siren of the terra firma.



Your soft voice and enchanting song leaving "them" longing for more.  Outside the psychological/emotional door you devour.  You, who in the midnight hour becomes the predator.  Never more, never never more.  It is too late once you mate.  Their dwellings become your plate and you become insatiable but conversational enough to keep them sedate.  Like local anesthesia your lust takes only moments to enslave, only seconds before they behave just as they are told.  Third eye seeing only the goldness of your aura and your skin they think you akin to creatures above men's comprehension.  



Ceast and desist! because you don't have to persist in these parasitic ways.  The longer you do, the shorter your days.  Still, it is amazing seeing the power of your venom once it's pumped in 'em it's like the serpent and the rainbow.  They know they're alive but have no control over their outsides.  Please, coexist and find your spiritual place on this plane leaving the pain behind you.  Stop the banshee-like ways you think God assigned you.  You are capable of true love, true compassion, true devotion and even though I know the notion seems preponderous to one as quicksilver as you, even the ocean wasn't circumnavigated in a day.



Emotions are NOT playthings!  Not that you bring pain with the songs you sing but you do have an inclination to cling to someone symbiotically only momentarily leaving them dying from lack of the life-giving love you once provided.  The unfortunate victim left "one-sided" until they either find true love or become parasitic themselves.



So I beg you to dust off your shelves, clean out your closet and cupboards.  Release the hoards of victims you've collected and head for the nearest sunset because that's where love can be met, grown, and cultivated then activated into existence.  It will change and transmogrify you back into the beautiful woman you once were.