“BRAIN-WASHING 101!” a poem a.k.a.: “The Inherent Danger of Religion, Philosophy & Study!” a.k.a.: “The Difficulty of Disengaging From Organizations, Their Policies & Doctrines!” May 10, 2019 (Friday!)
From the apparent first day we enter, WE-ARE BOMB-arded, Our lives are ma-nipulated, for-“our-souls” seem un-guarded! “HI, HOW ARE YOU?” – – – “I’M FINE!” “Me too!” “AND-WHAT-DOES-THAT-MEAN?” “Well, I’m-really-not-sure!” (pause) “WELL, BUDDY! YOU-BETTER, QUICKLY! CLEAR-UP-THAT-BLUR! & UNDERSTAND – & DELINEATE – – – & ANALYZE, if you want a date, WITH ME – FOR, FOR SURE, C-O-N-C-E-P-T!! IS THE THING!” “but, I SO-just-wanted-to-get-you a-shiny, new ring, One you can wear, – – – So-that-I-can-show-that-I-care!” “WELL, TO ‘SHOW-ME’ THAT-YOU-T-R-U-L-Y–DO-CARE, EXPLAIN EACH NUANCE – IN-YOUR-“BROKEN”-STARE, DESCRIBING AND ANALYZING – ALL OF YOUR FEELINGS!”
When relationships with people, with EACH OTHER, Are not really that important, (oh, gosh, Dear-Mother!), As relationships we have – with conceptual analysis, Then, I think, so-to-speak – there is-a-kind of-paralysis, Which brings The Conceptually Focused Pe[u]rson, To a Place of Stasis, where-no-one’s-“nursin’,” And, therefore-NO-MILK-of-Human-NESS will-be-drunk, Until all analytical processes – are thoroughly “thunk!” And, since analysis is – and-always-has-been – Never-Ending, With no one, with no one – will-you-ever-be-be-“friending!” Instead, you-might-wed [or “court”] – A THEORY – or TEACHING, a PSYCHOLOGICAL TREATISE, perhaps, based-on [Carl] Jung’s “sacred preaching!” Of course, you can ALWAYS fall-in-love with IDEAS – or the contents of a book? If you mainly just love CONCEPTS, then PEOPLE, YOU CAN OVERLOOK! BUT, remember: When concepts are-more-important than people, There’s -really no reason – to-ever-seek-A-Steeple!* Marry, instead, good notions and ideas; No vows are then needed, and-I’ll get-up-off-my-knees-es! For, you see: “I just wanted to hold you, and I just wanted to touch you; I don’t know WHY (and-don’t-care); I-just WANTED-TO! I just want to: hug you & smell you & fon-dle your hair, And kiss – and touch your-sweet 🙂 – Under-wear!
“VERANDA PLUS!” a poem, a.k.a.: “Balcony Of Love!” in The Series: “Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” May 10, 2019 (Friday)
I-wished-for-a-nice-veranda, just like my mother had, Which ex-tended out into The Night, a-treasure-for-mum-and-dad! My-Dad spent time ad-mir-ing THE SPACIOUS STRUCTURE THERE! The neighbors, they were jealous – as-we-breathed the sweet night air!
Our veranda, it extended – across the sides and front, Of the glorious dream[s] we had! and many folks will hunt, For-the-best veranda, which-they-can-find-around! MY MOTHER’S LUXURIOUS VERANDA – was-the-best there-was in town!
Sadly, now, my mum is “passed,” yet I admire tra-dition, So, I-have-sought to-have-a-most beau-ti-ful transition: And so we’ve-a-fine-veranda – a large and open porch! It’s all so glorious – and luxurious – AT NIGHT, WE HOLD A TORCH!
And-dear-old-Mr. Cuddly Poo is-enchanted-by-what-we’ve-made; Many nights are spent there; in-the-day, it offers shade! We’ve suc-culdent am-brosia, which-we-serve for you and me; Our-veranda is “a feature” – that many WISH to see, But-seldom (or-even EVER) do-“outsiders”-observe-our-“prize!” Our BALCONY OF LOVE, we-call-it! It-is the perfect size!
P. S. [The Extra!] There’s-also-a-secret-platform, ‘neath-what-I-constructed-there! It’s UNDERGROUND! dark-&-warm! Only-my-hubbie, will-HE-dare, To venture DEEP! to-this-“secret-place” and-sleep-a-while, for I, Have-placed-A-BED!-a-mound-for-his-head – and – a yummy, cherry pie!
“BEFORE I NEVER GO & AFTER I COME!” a poem, a.k.a.: “My Back Hurts!” May 9, 2019 (Thursday)
O – – – – – !* seeps-through-your-bones, through-US, and-I-feel-so-good! Isn’t-that-trite? Well, yeah! but no-one-really-could, Describe-this-sensation-with-words! You-could-say: “IT’S NICE!” [You-know: I LOVE your face! I love it twice!]
[I’m in love – with-how-you-make-me-feel!]
I want you for-forever, for E-ternity; Perhaps-because I-think-you-might give-me im-munity, From being so stupid and terribly drunk! And FULL OF YOU and – full of “spunk!”
And WHY-am-I-writing-this? BECAUSE: Your love flows, Through me! and-gets-into-my-hands! and-this-is-what-it-doe-s:** IT BABBLES! It goes – on & on, Trying to describe – the drug you’ve got me-yawn! It’s a drug called LOVE! and-it’s-NATURAL! and-it’s-CLEAN, And it comes from – The Prettiest Girl I’ve ever seen!
And I wonder which censor will tell me what Community Standard[s] I’ve violated now, Because: Every KNOWS: I’M-just STU-PID! I-AM- a-silly-cow: I’m chewing my cud, While-writing-with-inky-mud, About: HOW O’s* WITH YOU, SEND ME INTO “HAPPY,” a-happy-hue! A HAPPY VIEW! A HAPPY S – – -*** – And I-don’t-care-NOW if-I-feel-blue, BECAUSE IMMORTALITY IS IN YOUR EYES; ETERNAL-IS THERE-BETWEEN-YOUR-THIGHS! I want YOU – E-ternally! and – For-ever! Thank YOU – for-ANY CHANGE-of-weather (whether!?)
– No, the “O” does NOT stand for Oprah, but GOOD GUESS! 🙂 ** – 🙂 – Deers! female deers! *** – No, the “S” does NOT stand for Serendipity, but GOOD GUESS! 🙂