musings (3)

Intemperate

That heart rush at a chance encounter
The pounding when it's a choice
Time tempers nothing

                    ...except, maybe hope

Peeling it back to bare bones
    leaves expectation on the floor

Making room for a new baseline

                    ...given enough time


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No matter how hard it's choked
    no matter how badly it's beaten
          it only sleeps long enough to heal



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The pull that breaks boundaries
    and smudges lines
          just enough to cross without noticing

Unbidden, yet summoned just the same
There is no singularity...no one emotion
It is every possible feeling 

                    ...bound in black
                    absorbing the totality of human intangibles


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No matter how hard it's choked
    no matter how badly it's beaten
          it only sleeps long enough to heal 
  




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How to be a hedonist without being selfish.

  1. If you want to do what makes you feel good, be sure to make other people feel good too.
  2. Bending rules is a lot different than breaking them.
  3. Revenge is a dish best served never.
  4. Give others your time, before you lose yourself in it.
  5. Teach love and the joy of indulgence by example.
  6. Stay present. Try not to let your fantasy life intrude upon time spent with people you love.
  7. Be honest with yourself and others...as much as possible. Honesty unhinges fear.
  8. Fun is of the essence, but at no one's expense. Indulge in your own health!
  9. Is it really true that what they don't know can't hurt them?
    Ponder your true intentions and reaffirm your commitment to upholding them before proceeding.
  10. Know that if more people really loved themselves, the world would be a much less annoying place.

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More of Everything

It's the what that I want.

It's the who that I am.

I am the victim of my own objectification.

Open cup of feelings, overflowing.

Cappuccino froth, reddening my wrist.

Tomorrow you won't think of me

Wanting to bite your shoulder and hear you squeak against my teeth.

I want to tell you about that girl tonight.

She was the splintered mirror shard of a sad one we both know.

She cried in my arms and I could only give her words from a poster in the ladies toilet.

She saw me for a minute,

Real and transparent.

Then she reclaimed the former view.

Yet you are even more unwilling

To look at me. At more of everything.

Afraid you will find yourself, perhaps?

Afraid to just let go and be

Within this universal phenomenon

That has kept itself open to you for years.

You struggle against my will

And what you know inside to be your own.

Not knowing how much it burns.

Let yourself free.

To take that more of everything

From me. Free me from this burden. 

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