My love, they deceive you to
Keep you enchained believing
In dependence assuring freedom
But your beating heart is bleeding
What better balance may be struck
To guarantee our true love’s luck?
—
(Title of multiple applications)
My love, they deceive you to
Keep you enchained believing
In dependence assuring freedom
But your beating heart is bleeding
What better balance may be struck
To guarantee our true love’s luck?
—
(Title of multiple applications)
Symbol’s strength given to
Guard a woman’s chastity
“Only meant for virgins”
Message was for clarity
For the horn becomes more powerful
When it’s shared with the right woman
Sweet and sticky
Your lies convince
Of giving nourishment
But they are only excuses
Meant to keep your heart safe
After the hive’s been vandalized
“Knock” it off, already
&
Come give me a kiss!
Like unicorns brandishing horns
Climbing to the top of mountains
Bugling their vision unhearing
Other sight having equal merit
What pressures felt to be right
Rooted in earth bound so tight?
Telescopic points of dissuasion
Difficult to budge if bargaining
Goat head-butting forcing truths
Demanding respect’s adherence
Knocking others off their paths
Chiding them for not following
I wonder if they had been raised
With more gentility of generosity
Perhaps they wouldn’t need to worry
About being so righteous in their glory
And my love for them wouldn’t be wasting
Upon sharp stones where it was trampled
Note that I too can
Brandish my horn
—
(Revised from original unposted writing in April)
He found her one day
Not realizing she was
Impaled by others’ horns
& Stuck to the Tree of Life
Bleeding out in silence
Trying to hide the pain
Relying on camouflage to
Avoid alerting predators
The shock in her eyes was
Recognition not rejection
Instant pushing away flash
Had been meant to protect
Both him from her desperation
And because she had infection
Kind of hard to exhibit confidence
And go prancing to a most beloved
After unsticking one’s self without
A way to cauterize deep wounding
So he left not understanding that
She wanted most to be with him
She knew she ran the risk
Of driving his interest away
By showing more of her hand
Making play perhaps too easy
But she was willing to gamble
For love’s high stakes winning
It wasn’t for the money
It was for shared reality
Everything in me twitches
Aching to give us release
They offer to teach me singing
But my greatest song is loving
Everything about him
Wanting more to hold
He is dangerous to me
As too easily infiltrates
Passing as if unlocking
Any barrier’s resistance
Yet I am unfraid of damage
Only of his never returning
Would he come back?
Would he speak words
Needed to calm system
So we could both listen?
Honey, please unwind my
Torment-constricted body
Driven insane into rebelling
While control’s fragmenting
You’ve unraveled my coiling
Exposed writhing in daylight
Unable to retract defensively
Wearing my heart on a sleeve
“I found my glasses lense which popped out due to the frame breaking – and then I taped it all back together.
= I am a N.E.R.D. qualified specialist in training.”
“Without glasses.”
“Shall be made…”
“Born of simple aspirations…”
“That I could succeed at something…”
“Pings my head so much and makes me constantly change directions.”
“Working out today in mid-gravity-assisted decompression-realignment exercises, my left lumbar did a hard teadjustment in a way that it never had before – which painfully ‘knocked the wind out of me’ for a few minutes.
I am hoping that it was needed, and that it will reduce tension on my right hip’s mobility constrainments.”
In this room I hurt
In this room I break
Facing brain injury &
Physical disabilities
In this room I play
Briefly connecting
Fragments of myself
Blown into segments
Following music trails
Along windy highways
In this room I dream
To bridge with a man
Building castles in skies
Where promises fly high
Because love is why
Life is worth living
(Title of multiple applications)
“In that moment, I was seized by all of my inhibitions, and one of them was the ingrained messaging of honoring your privacy – which, but – there you were, smiling!
But I was waiting for the clear “ok” signal of your directly approaching me – and was frozen solid in panic’s confusion as I saw you leave.
I didn’t know what was going on in your heart and mind, and desperately wished to give you what you needed.”
“That externalizing openly would become easier over time – but circumstances conspire differently, and ultimately, I prefer privacy whenever possible with loved ones.”
“Things that matter more deeply to me are not generally easily displayed openly in public.
And if they are, they shall be glimpsed selectively and/or briefly due to ingrained survival masking.”
“I wrote at length to a beloved family member about my personal experiences – and got a version of scriptures shoved at me, instead of acknowledgement of my own validity.
Definitely a common thematic biproduct example of religious indoctrination modes that I have never enjoyed.”
“Going to the shelters asking for human and animal food…first driving through the parks and seeing all of the sprouting tents and makeshift coverings over piled vehicles and bicycle units – and then here at the limited rooms…levels of people older to young just trying to hang on.”
A good woman needs a good man’s entirety
Designed to protect and help evolve flaws
For she is the missing piece
Which supports his heart
And he is their sustenance
Providing life’s purpose
“Where despite our flaws, we stay and keep loving each other.”
“Are you kidding?
Of course I want all of you!”
Dust, crumbs, and
Tracked dirt gather
The vacuum trips
Ready for struggle
Muscles clenched
Having chased cat
Out from under bed
Mop stick left angled
After forcing his yowling
To flee to the front room
Shaking frustration residues
Disconnecting followthrough
Clothes piled over in hampers
Replay excited venue venture
Yet now block functionality
Bumping into past reveries
He sought for ways to connect with her through virtual reality experiences.
Takes a pause to catch breath and settle stomach…
“I’m full of cheese.”
(Three slices gobbled)
—
(Content of multiple meanings)
Pounding on walls
Closing in
Constricting
Sense of freedom
Limiting belief
In reparations
Finding my way
Becomes limited
From miscalculated
Neurofeedback session
Attempting to help
Brain’s injury
Forcing tied mind
Into corners
Happenstance
Constricts play
“I must rest amid transitions to allow my pieces to catch up, rest, and reorient.
Translation: I am ever late to any destination.”
“I’ve seen enough of society to know that as far as material wealth and performance expectations, my positioning as viable for marriage on those levels is no longer market competitive.
When I rush, my hands falter and parts of my physical connections try to tear apart going different directions.
I did not deserve to have simplicities of my youth stripped from me.
Yet, I am not the first to fall.”
Some men will not
Take “no” for an
Answer
Yet,
Used to chasing
Some might experience sudden
Difficulty accepting “yes”
In their favor
How had the sun been gently
Yet brightly slant-glowing him
As if late morning but
When late afternoon?
How was that area then open
With time sharing rare view?
Now when she parked near it
People lounged in cars by her
Which seemed odd as she waited
For why were they there like her?
The place was always busy now and
If went closer pedestrians observed
As if they expected something
To happen from her presence
Everything had quick-shifted into
People always using the pathway
The doors seemed to have closed
Firmly barring his return entrance