Love is selfish. It doesnt care whom you love, or why It just consumes. If love is selfish, then I want it. the kind of love william Shakespeare wrote his sonnets about as sure as the stars die in the sky, and sun slowly sets, sureness of the love most of all? I dont want […]
- You Are Chinese In Beijing
- You read Americans poisoned Children
- In Flint Michigan
- What was the reaction
- Defundthe EPA
- Clean water for children is reprehensive
- Besides for poor Black children it’s too expensive
- No one goes to jail
- Another of those too big to fail
- But then, you are in Tokyo
- And you read, Americans
- Bomb the Syrians
- For gassing Syrian children
- You call your friend in Beijing
- Are these Americans crazy
- Just what are they thinking
- Then you are in Tehran, Iran
- You had a democratically elected government
- The Americans overthrew
- You have history with them
- You knowmadness is what they do
- Chaos is what they sow
- You explain to your friend in Tokyo
- Reading news in Viet Nam
- Americans napalm’d children
- Burning them like bacon’d ham
- Americans, always lying
- Always killing, always stealing
- I dare you to name a land
- Where they haven’t been
- Attempting to…
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Here we are
I and me
Sitting alone at the edges, till ages
Just the air is there, to accompany
Unless we imagine, you to be.
And when we don’t
We are in complete isolation.
We often are woke-n up
By the eyes running over us.
And we get scared
And close our eyes and mind in haste
To re-start our systems with a blink
And there you are, beside us
We smile at you
And you smile back.
This is how human life runs
With few realism’s, Ruling our bodies
And few illusions,
Ruling our souls !!!
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I come to you open.
Nothing to hide.
Bound to your heart.
Found through your eyes.
I’ve nothing to hide.
In love I have stumbled,
You take me in stride.
Let me feel you inside.
Our souls know no limit.
Let our bodies collide.
If we lay here tonight.
You lay as my wife.
So, I am right on schedule this morning. I am in the restroom (TMI, I know, but it’s morning) contemplating my life and figuring out what all needs to be done. I have a huge plate ahead of me, much everyone else does. I was glad to have a day off yesterday. I got a few things done. I am still not where I need to be, but I am slowly used to being behind. I am slowly coming out of this damnable depression, and that is a blessing in of itself. I worked on my scrapbook that I have been slowly working on for three years this morning. I woke up 15 minutes ago. I need to have a cup of coffee and get moving.
Xara Nahara O’Connor
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Let’s imagine that
you love me,
and no light can dim,
no faucet can leak,
and no one can take
you away from me.
Let’s imagine you love my risotto
and seared salmon,
and that you drink the wine,
the Scotch, and the tea.
Your eyes constantly on me.
Let’s imagine I’m what you imagine,
and I can cook risotto and seared salmon,
and never let your glass run dry.
All with my eyes on you.
Let’s imagine we had chemistry to spare,
that we are all warm mouths, and entwined limbs.
The eyes of the sun and the mountains.
Let’s imagine we weren’t the long read,
that took moments to unread.
The storm cloud that spilled
from our shattered wine glasses.
The headlights that flickered out.
The seared salmon that went cold,
the burnt risotto in the pot,
the empty glass in the leaky sink.
Now let’s focus on…
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