BUT, DEAR, WHAT EYES WILL LOOK WITH LOVE UPON THIS WRETCHED ‘GOD’ ABOVE – WHO’S SAD, FORLORN AND LOVED BY NONE! PLEASE DON’T DISCARD YOURSELF, MY HON!”👄👄

“IS LOVE EVER REALLY WHAT YOU EXPECT!?” March 23rd: Friday.

A ragged man, in ragged clothes, came knocking on my door,*

Suppose that this is IT, the love, You’ve sought forevermore?

But, probably not – can you have love, with all those expectations?

P’shaw, I’ll leave!

I’ll STEAL away –

And with no preparations,

Yes, I shall leave,

To-a-desert isle,

And cry and die – for all the while,

And, as I sit, on distant Beach,

A slimy creature, it’s a leach,

Attached itself to my sick leg,

And sucked my blood – and I did fade,

Away unto OBLIVION,

And (I) wake again – thought I was gone,

I awoke – in sterile circumstance,

And watched a host of “BADDIES” dance:

Said leach, THAT man, others-I-can’t-stand,

My “ex” and “HER,” CANCER-(and)-THAT-dog,

A pedaphile-(a)-leper-and-some-dangerous-smog,

The evil witch, just down the street,

Tele-vangelists I’ll never meet,

“God,” I screamed; “Leave me alone;

I don’t like this – hurts to the BONE!”

“Then you-don’t-want-love! You don’t want me!” was GOD’s replying symphony – “For ALL is me – and all is GOOD – ACCEPTANCE IS THE WAY, MY PUD! Arjuna wanted so to gaze, and see me clearly – NOT-in-a-haze,

BUT, DEAR, WHAT EYES WILL LOOK WITH LOVE UPON THIS WRETCHED ‘GOD’ ABOVE – WHO’S SAD, FORLORN AND LOVED BY NONE! PLEASE DON’T DISCARD YOURSELF, MY HON!”

fin. ❤

    • [A ragged man in ragged clothes, came knocking at my door. His journey has been long, I think – miles by the score! “Go away,” I said with pride, and he- turned-to-go-away – AND THEN, I SPIED HIS PREGNANT WIFE AND I KNEELED DOWN TO PRAY!] 🙂

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