Foolish Love

Do you comprehend the statement 'LOVE MAKES YOU HIGH'

When you are filled with jaded thoughts, convinced you are right, only moments later to come to senses and laugh at your foolish misconceptions... like

The man who cheats and lies about changing his ways,

The wife with numerous lovers- but yet and still love causes the foolish husband to stay at her side.

Love can: turn copper into gold
make the bitter sweet
leaders into slaves...Whatever the issue: love can can blindfold us to the truth. Has foolishness ever brought you so high?-

NO! but could love itself be foolish? After all it lacks common sense, but like a drug- OH SO ADDICTIVE!

Clarified chaos

To put it simply means understanding confusion.
Clarity is not often synonymous with chaos- it's an illusion.

Have you ever heard organised noise?
Ever experienced planned disorientation?
Extacy with regret? I have.

Liberation of the mind comes unannounced, like a feign finding a free ounce!

I ask: What is the consequence?
Perhaps a moment, perhaps minutes of joy then it's all gone...and all that remains is the smell and smoke of what once was...

Now ask: What did I gain?
Perhaps moments, perhaps prolonged minutes of purposefulness... but like the smoky residue that fills my room, my heart is misty. Trying to see clearly- was it really worth the joy?

For surely, happiness must be a life time achievement, not a few moments or even prolonged minutes...

Perhaps.

My perfect man

My bewildered subconscious yearns to feel your heart beat- yearns to feel.
It's more than all consuming lust,
I want to be consumed from hair to feet

The ache hurts so good, it's bad- am I going mad?

This person makes me a better person, helps me to regain and configures my thoughts.
He can figure me out like connect the dots
when I want to be held, and need
solitary confinement,
with my thoughts.
One who lusts after thoughts, who teaches me positivity: complex and complied with reality- whilst reliving my unrealised expectations.

No a dictator he is not- instead a teacher, a listener.
An ambition filled life which only allows me to yearn after his success.

He makes me a better, and I am a fragmented reflection of his soul-
trying to become a whole reality of myself!

Love as Music

And the music don't feel how I need,
I need to feel the depth of your length and breadth,
Need your soul to vibrate in me and make me whole, please fill up my hole!

I need your breath against my ear, it's sweet music...mmmn yeah!

I want our souls to rendezvous and exchange ideas.
To know that you are not my other half, but my other me.

You more than complete me, you fulfill the fractions of my subconscious which desire more than the imagination can handle.

YOU ARE MY MUSIC- THE MUSIC OF MY LIFE...keep me dancing forever.

The Colour Pink

Mix rosey red with wicked white,
A palesque pink swirls into sight.

One might think: girly, soft, feminine is pink!
What a ridiculous thought: men dressed in pink!

Like men in tights, like men who sleep together at night- men who only like men
is that right?

But alas! This has all been done too many times before...
In fact before thoughts and men and women, the colour pink has survived...

Look at the pink heart of soft flower petals.
Look at the pink residue the sun radiates before it dissolves deep into the horizon.

YES THINK PINK, it has stood the test of time.
PINK IS POSITIVE- for masculinity, for femininity- PLEASE THINK PINK.

(To Joshua Bulpin who always wears...PINK!)

Why tease?

Tempting? I am
Intriguing? I am
Seductive? I am
Complex Simplicity? I am.

Do I see you look at me a little longer than you should? I do.
Do I see the smile that creeps over your face when I say something astounding? I do.
Do I see you love my parted lips as I drag softly on the cigarette? I do.
Do I know how you feel before you do and even have the courage to tell me? I do.

But I don't say, I watch, I enjoy, I laugh, I tease!

Beauty IS the Eye of the Beholder

Everyday Narcissus went down by the river banks, knelt and gazed into the water...
He was fascinated by his own reflection!

'How beautiful I am,' he thought. For months on end, he would go to the river's edge to stare at himself, oh how proud he was!

Until one day, he became so mesmerised with his beauty that he fell into the water and drowned; just because he wanted to inspect his beauty a little closer.

Tales have employed that it was at this spot that the Narcissus flower sprung and bloomed.

The forest's trees shook in grief, the leaves scraped along, wailing but it was the river who was most distraught- Their beautiful Narcissus has passed away.

'Why are you so upset?' The trees asked the river, after all you are the one he went to everyday to gaze at his beauty, you know him deeper than the rest of us.

'What? I'm not upset for Narcissus, was he even beautiful?' the river asked.

'How could you not notice?' The trees responded.

'Well as Narcissus knelt by me everyday, I gazed deep into his eyes and saw my own reflection and how beautiful I was...'