Each month, write a new collection.
We have noticed that there’s a snakeIn every garden. Everywhere we goThere’s that one person who spoilsThe eden we almost live in — thatParadise we almost taste. This onePerson — it’s a man for him, a womanFor me — is the snake. The invader, the Trickster, the adversary. We will hate themForever. “Have you noticed that this happens to usEvery time we move: every town we decide toLive in andevery new social circle weEnter?” I asked him. “How depressing,” he said“What’s worse” I said “is considering theCommon denominator in all these spaces.”“Which is?”“Us.”
Love when you say "spoils the Eden we almost live in"
He's there when the car breaks downWhen the bills are lateAnd i'm so tired, i can't see straightHe's there when i get sick When someone starts a fightAnd i'm so worried i can't sleep at nightHe's there when i lose my cool When the doubt sets inAnd my head starts to spin He's there when things go wrong The harder i prayThe more he wants to stay
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Temptation that Threatens my Bliss- A Triple Haiku.Having sex with girls Is much different than with men.Thrilling, gentle, wetThe need to lick themTouch them how only I can.Yet I love a man.Men dominate, ruleThey satisfy and conquer.I miss female lust.
Enemy of BlissWhirlwind angerTornado slyYou distract My loveNow buttered slickSlips awayBlinded by your rushAs you crushMy necklace Of native pearl.
What keeps me?SanityIs a place I like to stay Richness in the heart and mindMy soul stands taller if a peaceInvades my lifeAnd with the Luxury of being sereneIn my own diligence towardsA true direction I can use the Compass to further my pathInto the nurturingOf my own happiness as I wait on my blissBut, what keeps meFrom achieving my ForgivenessAcceptance, my love…My acts of kindness My treating of othersAs I would want themTo treat me?It is the FearOf not knowingIf I were to dieWhat is it that keeps meHolding onTo what I know is inevitableIt is a fearOf the unknown Nobody can know When pages from sagesHave whispered the words gladTo have knowledgeWhat keeps me holding on?To a reality I knew nothing ofExcept a painful memoryOf when youth met manAnd understood the consequencesOf behaviorChoices of importanceResilience of a faithIn the virtues of our existenceWhere has this bliss disappearedIs it with the rain never to wash away The pain, is it with the earth never to Shake reality into our senses?Security of this is my blissLet the earth shakeAnd wash away the tears Of my years with undaunted fearThe truth of what is in my heartSpeaks the volumes without a wordA sense of knowingLike what the old man And his wisdom would have measuredAgainst the doubts of the lofty pursuitsLike of his son IcarisFlying high, only to come crashingDown as if he were to scream“I knew and I know now!”But I am no longerAble to seeThe passions Of my rebellion!