Wanting

Left Wanting

 

 

If all is love,

And it flowers all around,

How am I, again,

In a paroxysm of want?

Longingly looking over;

A disciple of embarrassment.

 

And all this love,

Blooming all around,

How am I, again,

This phantasm of gaunt?

Needled in a desert;

Pining at the picture of plenty.




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What is a

wanting man
 called?
A woman wanting
they call
a woman wanton

-saiom shriver-

 

 

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To Love

I yearn to love, a love with a passion

Joining hearts, a fatal attraction

To be fondled by your words alone, holding on to promises by your lips

To savor the sweetness and emotion that drips

Let us hold together, let our eyes slowly find and meet

Let all time stop, with nothing but our heartbeats




A Breeze of Memory

A graveyard of dead trees

Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas

Squirrels scurry before winter strikes

As children play while others pass on bikes

 

harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing

As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing

Children shrieking and screaming as they play

Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away

 

Memories start of when I was a kid

Only broken away by time an what it did

Sitting still only in question

Of who I am and to what is my impression

 

I laughed . . . I played here

I was happy unknown of fear

But then reality again breaks memory's connection

Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection

 
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annnd, here you have yet another class assignment that I did way back.

 

Lust

 

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"L U S T"

OOOOhhhhhh, my goodness!

 

Just the word, the very sound of "lust",

Makes the young man's pant zipper feel it will bust!

Why is lust such a forbidden thought?

And causes the fear of God--is it what they were taught?

Lust is a word that is changing in meaning,

And some at the sound of it, sets their eyes gleaming,

They associate with sex, this word we use, "lust",

And right away, they picture a vagina, a penis, or a bust,

But truth really is, many things can be thought with its' use,

A lust for knowledge or power, can also be an abuse,

Some religions say that lust is any "wanting" we have,

Or a human who has sexual intercourse with a cat or a calve,

Other religions will tell you, that unless you have sex to impregnate,

It then becomes lusting, and your worthiness, it will complicate,

"Simple fornication" is to have sex for enjoyment,

Don't tell at heaven's gate, because hell will be your deployment,

Someone said, "Sex without love is just lust",

But there are many babies born from this, who I do declare are the cutest!!

A deep desire, is lust, that controls the emotion,

So masturbation is lust, yes, even if you use holy lotion,

I am thinking that every human being on earth lusts something,

Some lust for winning, and some lust for hunting,

Another lusts for cutting, and another for food,

We all lust, we're human, we're like animals, we're crude,

To live in moderation is the best we can do,

With balance we learn what lust is, different for me, than it is for you.

So to hell with these books, because. they all say a different thing,

Lust can even be loving too much--or giving too much if it's to that which you cling,

Any thought in excess, no matter how reverent you try,

Can turn quickly to lust, in the blink of an eye,

Just live in the moment, with the eyes of a child,

Don't ever seduce your spouse, or by you, they'll be beguiled?

Don't ever have fun, because that would be lusting,

To tell you the truth, I think this is all quite disgusting,

Maybe just crawl into a hole in a neat little ball,

Cause the way the species is going, lust will be the death of us all.

You have to figure it out for yourself, just listen with an open mind,

Don't go to either extreme, and you'll be just fine.

 

6:35 PM 8/5/2013  ©

 

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lust

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Do you think I covered all the bases without making it something it is not? LOL What is lust to you? That is what matters, if you ask me.

Dreamland

Dreamland

A house.
Made of woodchips,
From a park.
Little bitty pieces,
arranged
just
so.
It isn’t complete,
it’s in the process
of being built,
little shards of wood being
wedged
and fit
together.
I miss together.

It is more of a building really.
Big windows reflect the sun.
It is beautiful
and messy.

I have seen it several times.
But I can’t remember
where.

Snow.
White
and breathtaking.
Refreshing.
I don’t feel the cold,
only see it
in coats
and scarves
and gloves.
The pine trees
d
i
p
towards the earth,
tired from holding
the weight of the world
on their braches.

People.
So many people.
They look like ants, don't they?
Always busy,
always working,
but do they ever have enough time?

Marble.
I always loved marbles.
But this is the floor,
the ground,
outside.
Shining,
brilliant,
blinding marble.
Everyone thinks it’s so pretty.

You want to know a secret?
I don’t like marble.

Look, over there-
stairs.
People walking up
People walking
d
o
w
n.
All too busy
to notice the boy,
even though he stands out.

These people-
I know them.
Old friends,
acquaintances,
enemies.
Why are they here?

Be still, my heart.
He
sees
me.

We run, run quickly
Giggle giggle.
We are not quiet.
We are not sad.
We are happy.

Cement.
Cement floor
at the bottom.
We run behind the stairs,
breathless
hearts pounding
alive.

He wants to kiss me.
I want to kiss him.
But not now-
no, not now.
I have to go back,
tell
another
lie.
Then we can go.
Be alone.
Go away.
Run
away.

Back up the stairs,
into the sun
into the people
into the suffocation.
But I do not notice;
his hands are in mine,
we laugh,
we dance,
our hearts sing.

This way, love.
This way.
Come over here
through this door
through this place
through the maze.
Turn this corner,
don’t let go,
this will be a rough one.

Then He appears.
My cell guard,
My jailer.
He sees our hands,
and turns around.

Look Daddy,
look who showed up.
Giggle giggle.
I am so weak.

His face
is a storm.
Raging
hating
spewing anger.

My heart drops.
It always hurts more
when it falls from
so
very
high.

Dread fills me,
hate fills me.
My lips spill over
with blood.
I taste metal
on my tongue.
My lungs collapse,
no more air.
No more life.
My bones shatter;
glass from the windows
of that
beautiful
messy
twisted
confused
house.
I realize-
He wants to kill the boy
My boy
My love.
No.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this several months ago and just now found it on my computer :) Please critique freely, I want to write well and need feedback!

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Guzzler

I want to drown in another.
Immerse myself to my chin and
slowly, at a pace, submerge
with only the crown of my head
peaking at the surface.

I want to know the songs
she sings, and remember all
the lyrics, so that I may join in.

I want to be her wishing
well, devoid of any cost beyond
the kindness of her company,
her grip affixed in mine.

I want to be an amulet,
well for worn and compliments,
held at each and every turn
when she's in need of sturdiness,
and a source of endless love.

I want to be her man of
pride, a light to hang from rafters.
Her words would lift and carry,
and I would need no aid.

I want to be looked forward to,
a wanted thing in all,
who's long on thought and not
forgotten, when the days
come called.

I want to be a final word
in a faithful sentence that
completes a happy dialogue,
one that I'd return.

I want to be an equal half
and act as two together.
If and when we separate,
I want to be
engulfed by the sorrow.

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to be with you

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i want nothing more than to be with you
to be that soul that you cling to
to be the light behind your eyes
to be the girl you call your prize

i want nothing more than to be with you
to be the hand that pulls you through
to be there when you need a laugh
to be your wanted other half

to be the one you hold so tight
to be the one i see in the morning light
to be your there for all you do
i want nothing more than to be with you

to be the one that you adore
to be the one that makes your heart soar
to be your love and to stay true
i want nothing more than to be with you

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nov. 2, 2011

i just wanna be with you, and i know deep down you want to be with me. just be honest with yourself and let the past go.

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Mi Cielo...

Cuando lo menos lo esperaba, alcanzo una
estrella deseando en ella olvidar el pasado
con un beso--
Tengo ojos de aguila para ver lo mas aya'
de tus senos...
eres mi Reina perdida, orgullo sincero-
Respira mi aliento y vida te dare...
caras entre la sombra se pintan con cenisas
de rosa, lamentandose en el dia de los
muertos-
Soñaras con el, pero deseas mi sed...
pidele a' el que' te deje ir por el cendero de
un nuevo ayer y mañana olvido-
Mi Reina perdida quiero ser tu Rey sin ley,
control, o' sufrimiento.
No siempre sera verde el pasto al otro lado
de la cerca, si puedes volar, espera,
descansa, y en mis brazos te cargare-
Tus amores te desprecian, mi amor te desea...
eres la estrella que alcanzo, mi cielo-
Soy la flecha de cupido quebrada en dos,
un angel vencido con fuego en mi voz...
Entre galaxias y sueños te encontre sola y
cansada-
Mi Reina perdida para de correr, desnudate,
te quiero complacer...
No llores mas tus lagrimas de sangre con
sabor azucar...
Creada' con mi costilla en el jardin de Eleden,
siempre sere parte de ti y tu de todos-
Mi Reina perdida en el bosque vertigo, te
veo arriba, te siento abajo, caminando sobre
el mar calmando la tempesta que agota tu
corazon...
El Rey eterno soy yo,
Mi Reina perdida eres tu,
Mi Cielo...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mi Reina Perdida...

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