Like a wheel that spins…
Over and over again,
This ‘thing’ that keeps me so subdued.
Over and over again,
Revolving on an axis that does not end…
Captivating an entrapment,
In an enclosed involvement binge.
I am in this churning movement,
Secreting with desire that burns.
Over and over again…
Stung by a sting I like!
Whipped,
Dizzy and delighted!
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Your brought something I never felt before!
I knew nothing of to ignore!And when you introduced me,I stood and trembled on the floor.You gave me bliss I miss right now!That’s what I’m looking for!You brought something no one else can.A life that dared with flare to command!No one I’ve met or will meet will be you!You’ve spoiled me…And I know this now…
They see a vulnerability
That is the sum of me.I do not mine the exposure of my mind.To have some find meA fool sometimes.But they can not seeFrom the eyes of this fool…A shallowness they perceive,Is deep under this skin.And travels far beyond them!As they conceive a life they live…On surfaces of thin density.Without probing thoughts…To exchange or relay.Since…
I can not do that anymore…
As if stored by a prideMisinterpreted as being aloof and snide.I can ‘bite’ back with the best.If I chose to when I’m tested!I can argue in debate…To defend an ego that’s unshakened.If I did not choose to be awakened.But I can’t do that anymore!It leaves no taste of satisfaction.I am seeking someone I can adore.Not…
Before the ‘shock and awe’
To send them shopping.That ‘stimulated’ them,To accept misdeeds…That fed their greed.And that would feed their loyalty.A stimulus is needed again.As these clever actions come to an end.But this time…The rug will be pulled from under them.Hoping they wont notice it,As they spend, spend, spend.Until there is nothing left.And those who could explain,Left as they came!Deceiving…
Encouraged by a discouragement…
Like the discovery of a nothingness,A non-entity ignored…Sitting unexplored!Until,The realization that ‘something’ within it exists.And a beginning one makes of it…To create the break that forms its shape,Taking place.When one is told they are nothing…Something ‘clicks’ within the mind.And with that acknowledgement of a nothingness…One embraces this to mold, shape and define!Revealing a something out…
Would you hear my voice,
Could you feel the beating of my heart?Or touch the many parts of me I share?Or even knew I was here caring?You wouldn’t know.I’d be a faceless somebody nobody knew.As if that makes a difference,To you right now.Does it?Would you hear my voice,If this was not available?And if this was not available to either of…