I know what love is
It’s when you hold hands
And your hearts dance round and round
Then fly to the heavens.
I know what love is
It’s when you kiss
And your souls dance round and round
Then fly to the heavens.
I know what love is
It’s when you make love
And your spirits dance round and round
Then fly to the heavens.
I know what love is
It’s when one of you pass away
And your hearts, souls, and spirits
Dance no more.
It is written that Adam and Eve were kicked
out of paradise to pain and suffering
because Eve enticed Adam to
taste the fruit from the tree of knowledge.
This is simply a misapprehension
made by prudish patriarchs.
Adam looked at Eve and found her good.
Overwhelmed by her beauty
a great longing took over his senses
and committed concupiscence.
He did not need to consume the fruit from the tree
to know the good thing lying next to him.
Eve’s earthly smell, well developed hips
the round pointy breasts were so potent
he decided that it was much better to
hold her in his embrace and enjoy sex
rather than sit around in Paradise
taking care of god’s garden.
Adam may have been innocent
but he was not stupid.
Like your holocaust,
We are led to the slaughter.
Food and drink at a cost,
Your milk is taken from sons and daughters.
Ribs and racks,
Straight from our backs.
But it doesn’t stop there,
For food so fine,
You put your own people through wear,
Standing at the line,
Working for the perfect rind.
In a cold fridge they labor,
8 to 12 hours a day,
Oh what a bore,
All their days just wasting away.
And for what?
A taste of my butt?!
Enjoy my meat,
But while you eat,
Just remember the sacrifices,
As you gnaw on our carcasses.
When I was young I often dreamed of being a star of stage.
An actress with a name that would hit the world with force.
I joined a group and soon I auditioned for a part or two.
Eventually I was offered – the rear of a pantomime horse.
I learned the moves and put my heart and bottom into the part.
Practising our four – legged act with grace (boy I was keen).
We learned to move in tandem, raised money and a laugh,
And everyone applauded the best rear of a horse they’d seen.
In the meantime, I made tea and coffee for the group,
as I was never given a part until winter of the year.
It wasn’t the rear of a panto horse that I achieved, oh no!
but now a goose, because they knew that I could wiggle my rear.
So, I wiggled and walked across the stage full feathered for the season.
Spitting, gaggling and laying eggs to the amusement of all to see.
I chased the baddies and helped the goodies and soon it was all ended.
I took off my feathers and stood up tall but all that was left – was me!
As years passed I played them all, from cats to cows and donkeys.
Wriggling into my costumes twitching whiskers through the course.
My fame grew well, I was first choice, but my face they never knew.
Because I was only famous for being the rear of a pantomime horse.
Now I’ve retired, I’ve done my bit, and hung my skins and feathers
And watch the others play the donkey, goose, horse, cow and cat.
I know you have to start somewhere, and it’s usually at the bottom
But I never thought for a minute that they meant it quite like that.
X marks the spot at dawn she lay
A crumpled cotton sheet display
Return my love and bring to me
The reality of my thoughts to see.
By T. Saldana
Feel my heart as the sun softly sets,
it has found the rhythm of your breath.
Listen to the wind as my soul sings,
for it breathes a gentle song of life.
Watch my eyes as you take my hand,
they know not but to whisper our song.
Light love’s candles with your smile,
and we shall pass through life as one.
© Gary Claassen.2018
garyclaassen.com
Night colours, twist their loom
‘round the star white sheer.
All clean, all bright.
‘though eyes are set benighted.
Walking the room, divining for smiles
with those who shared in prayer
who sung a gentle starry hymn
their pale voices thin.
The cherry wood fall with a sense of steer
and the varnish sealed its dreaming grain.
The endurance of the body
is an innocent feign.
We thanked each one for their kind words
sink holes skipped in every line
stumbling with embraced goodbyes
as the breast doesn’t stop it’s giving
the ache of the womb
is the black of the ribbon.
Your caressing touch
is never too much
with the sweetness of your tongue.
As your fingers crawl upon my skin, feeling you deep within.
Dipped in chocolate,
Rich in gold,
No amount of karats are equivalent
to your worth.
Glazed with elegance,
As your eyes have me mesmerized
As your Opaque beauty
Dazed me as I caress your body rapidly. Sheets tossed like a tornado through Texas.
Everything feels enhanced
Stay with me, give me a chance.
Roadkill feel this aggressive drive,
As I grip those voluptuous thighs,
I realize your ALL woman.
Your love stretches further,
Than any latitude or longitude on this earth.
And your love is forever tainted on my body.
My tears are her tears….yes her tears….but still in the same light…I can’t seem to make hers disappear…nop…..I can’t…..because I lied…..yes I lied…instead of showing affection…my heart put upon another heart…a feeling as cool as neglection…
As her tears fell to the floor…in mind…and heart…I felt helpless to help a heart…grown so sore….for I knew I was the blame….as I look in to the mirror I could only help to see her deep dark brown eyes….a flash of an anniversary and a long lost forgotten time….I ask dear Lord….could I have been so blind?…man….I can’t believe it’s me this time….hurt people hurt people…so I guess I’ll be fine…but I know deep down inside I won’t be fine….I can’t help but to think of the first day…I made her mine….
Between us lied a dead rose…and an empty vase…..what is a man to do?…when a woman has lost her taste….yes…..her taste….when the warmth of tear….is rolling slowly….slowly down the side of her face….to be so close to the one you love…but feel like between you to…lye’s so much space…empty inside I feel…man…cause I love her….but a wall I couldn’t see….I realized…I…had put so many other things above her….
Occupied with money and bills…I put a side her feelings….and man the feeling kills…looking back on it….I could of done so much better….but I let joy after joy past…without the thought…or compassion…of holding this…bond…this joy…this love…this everything….together….
Deep down inside….I know I care…but I question the reasons of…the out side of why…I have left a woman in despair…now I’m in the bathroom…speaking to my reflection as if no ones even there….praying maybe my words…would some how reach her ears…
But they don’t….and she walks away….I’m afraid…with my head hanging low…were the only words I could say….now I’m in tears…and as she lifts her hand…I feel…I should be the one whipping hers away….That day…I wont…ever…forget….for when I stepped out in to the world today….I realize I passed another great test…as a man…I have found….I find…in this special lady…I have my best….I love her….and on that day my love and her love like the bud of a rose began…to Manifest…
I’m the pretty little corpse girl,
Won’t you look at me?
Pleasing to the eye,
Cute as can be.
I’m the pretty little corpse girl,
With aspirations of fame.
Well versed in the rules,
Of the modelling game.
I’m the pretty little corpse girl,
Model picture of health.
Presented to your daughter,
As the ideal self.
I’m the pretty little corpse girl,
You all should be like me.
I’m thin, therefore beautiful,
Successful and free.
Of self-doubt and loathing,
Only I’m not.
I’m fragile, I’m barren,
I’m riddled with rot.
I’m dying inside,
Conflicted, confused.
I feel like a product,
Created, abused.
I’m the pretty little corpse girl,
A creature of desire.
Or so you tell me,
I call you a liar.
Only I would if I dared,
Or if myself I knew.
Your voices are many,
And we are the few.
Genre – Dark, Mental Health, Peer Pressure, Teen Life
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