“I have been noticing in passing that these messagea frequently have direct threats from the Divine Male – such as immediately breaking off connection, for example – if the Divine Female does not react in a ‘required’ way.
This is clearly harsh power-play manipulation, rather than how such a sacred connection would actually proceed, and it’s extremely disheartening to see associated energy being misapplied this way.”
She would have taken them in…
And she would have admonished the others, keeping their hostilities from causing harm.
“What benefit for humanity is there when Google searches now send you into directions you never intended?!”
She supposed it was a sort of compliment
Men claimed she remained always chaste
But it was also insulting to imply wisdom
Was worth less from tried & true women
“Like elephants in the ocean buggling and trumpeting.”
She refused to pay high marks for poorly constructed quality, and so had to cast her net wider to replenish some core supplies.
She couldn’t fathom how people could engage so lightly and not have their hearts torn apart.
When she had tried, she had felt the illness coming back because the interaction’s shallows recreated components of prior loss scenarios.
“The past frequency of older men marrying younger women not only afforded potential for financial stability for a new family – but more possibility that by then the man would have gained some worthwhile maturity!
Although, there are those rare instances when a man achieves greatness beyond those of his elders and peers, way ahead of preordained schedule…
Including admiration of so many throngs of ladies.”
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(Title play with words)
She had become ill because of how he had been treating her.
Then, despite all that she had given and supported before, he and his family just threw her out onto the street so that they would not have to care for her.
And yet, once away from them all, even though caught up in the miring of dust and the toil, her sanity came back to her because she was no longer under their corrupted control nor influence.
Now that was worth some hearty, full throttled, open-mouthed and loudly maniacal laughter – even without any liquor!
She wanted him.
Not because he was perfect.
But because he worked for and toward it.
And collapsed when he couldn’t.
But then, got back up again – despite any weakness.
He was the man that she wanted to stand and fall with.
Because, together, they could find ways to rise again and fall more gently.
For they had what it takes to mutually invest in and enjoy life in any weather.
They could catch and lead each other.
They could be passionately, exclusively essential lovers.
She needed a man who had fought for his higher values and proven his commitment in the past, just as she had fought for and proven hers.
God(s) – Make It Stop!
She didn’t want these dream reminders of how her life in relationship used to be…
Resurfacing memories playing out in new scenarios creating a continuum where being relegated to less than almost barely tolerable was what she deserved – and the way that it “should” always be!
“I cry so hard when I think I’ve lost you.”
“Like I said before, ‘digging out sideways with a spoon’ – and giving thanks for having a spoon!”
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(Aggrandized minimalism)
“We are pretty dissatisfied in this current predicament.”
She was not waiting for just anybody.
No…she wasn’t into more temporary.
If I’m a fool, then I’m a fool – who’s in love.
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(Content concept play)
“Trying to coordinate fingers threading shoe laces through resistantly-tight, flick-flapping shoe straps.
What happened to standardly-practical, solid and easy-to-use holes?”
“Essential baseline components of my daily functional clothing that are diffucult to replace have just broken down.”
“We’ve got a problem…how do we overcome our shyness with eachother?”
What causes the pulse to pound
Beyond normal range of flattery?
What steals one’s breath in passing
As if it’s the source of all breathing?
What causes a heart to crave
Certain perfect imperfections?
What freezes where once brave
Because means the world to me?
They are so rare because they are incredibly shy in their astute bravery – and invariably might get caught into neverending farther and farther circling around eachother.
So wary have they become as the world has grown harsher and more callouse that it’s a wonder that any two meet and breed, at all!
A phrase past hung upon shoulders of others, as if trying to match pictures to frame – yet not quite felt the same as only once before, and this time irrefutable.
She sat there, eyes downcast, afraid to look at him directly for fear that she might see confirmation that it was all just a game, afterall – a ruse to call her out from hiding and make fun of her heart’s yearning vulnerability.
Hands clasping her fingers tightly on top of her lap as they ached to reach out to touch his face and extend arms to hold him, her eyes burned with tears as they rebelled at her refusal to at last gaze into his own.
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(Title of multiple meanings)
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