We cannot indeed be a healthy, whole, and fulfilling to our purpose of being alive, until, like a flower, we completely open ourselves to all of Life.
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
“Life is a flower of which love is the honey.”
“A MESSAGE FROM CAROL(E)!” a poem Wednesday: 8/8/18 KARAOKE WEDNESDAY, The Railroad Blues, Alpine, Texas, at about 10:30 P. M. 🙂
The Doctor’s Office Receptionist (pause) called, just today:
“I need to speak – with your mama or dad, put-’em-on! (pause) right-away,
Because The Doc (pause) knows – (pause) what your parents need:
MORE LOVIN’!” and-then (pause) This-Lady-starts-to-bleed!!
Through the phone line – ‘cause I had lost my cell,
So, I was holding A RECEIVER, wiping up blood – from Hell!!
Carol then said: “Can you put one of them on, so I can tell ‘em the good news?”
“No, Carol,” as I’m-trying-to-stop-the-bleeding – “We gotta get some booze!
Down at – The Railroad Blues – it better be right now!
To get ready, for karaoke tonight -it’ll be such-a-WOW!”
“WE ALL NEED LOVE,” Carol said, bleeding any – way:
“What about YOU? Oh, Poet Man! Sexy J J Jay??”
“Oh, no, Carol,” said I (pause) pretty quick –
“I’m hitched to an Aussie gal – but she DOES know MICK!!*
Mick Dundee, remember him? – a loving kind o’ bloke;
He knows – the right moves – AND-The Australian stroke!!
And He knows – The Australian Kiss: a french kiss, Down Under!”
And Carol nearly (pause) fainted – contemplating (pause) The Thunder!”
“Well, anyways,” (pause) She said; (pause) “REMEMBER: (pause) LOVE’S THE HEALING THING! Let’s sing it out – (pause) at Christmas Time! Carol(s), they shall ring!”**
** – and then bleed all over the place!! Whew! Does anyone have more towels? Hello? More towels, please! Thanks! <3 “My bleeding heart, bleeds for you!” The Mystic Poet.
No one chooses to fall in true love
Love doesn’t choose you
We just fit
If I Could tell you the ways that I am devoted to you❤
With every fibre of my being, I love thee with my heart and soul❤
Belongs only to you my Darling ❤
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We don’t care about happy –
Or sad or in between –
Is just TO HAVE SWEET FUN,
With love lights – on “high beam!”
She is thunder – I am lightning,
And sometimes we will switch!
And, then, my fun-filled lover
Will throw me “in the ditch,”
And there we’ll roll around like dogs, In the mud and dirt,
And my lover yells out loud: “I wanna just be HURT!”
BUT – I may touch her everywhere – but – very-gently, see?
Because I love to hear her –
COO AND WAIL AT ME,
And, from our low, depraved –
And stinky loving row* –
Like a cyclone,
Heaven’s lofty brow,
THUNDER THEN & LIGHTNING,
A CYCLONE LOVE AFFAIR,
THAT WILL LAST FOREVER, ‘CAUSE WE’RE FOCUSED & WE CARE!
“I can live with anything, as long as you are here!” Margarete, 02/17/18