personal/social/political philosophy & opinion–sometimes in poetry
It’s in the idea that sex is a male’s biological and social right. It’s in the idea you know what is right for females, what women want, what will get them to want get together with you. So you try to dress up in that garb: the Nice Guy. And women seem to disdain that, …
Continue reading “Involuntary Celibates… thinking about where it goes wrong.”
Here we are, living on this fairly special planet; as Terry Pratchett described it and us, “…where the falling angel meets the rising ape.” That’s us, indeed: a spiritual entity living in a body evolved over time from ape ancestors. Spirit vibrates at a high frequency while the body vibrates at quite a slower frequency, and …
“…humans have fought each other throughout their existence. Such a waste of the gift of life on our planet.” I am so tired of those who make such cynical assertions about how useless, hopeless, selfish and finally self-defeatingly monstrous are human beings. People have also loved and created and protected and cherished each other and …
Do you know the signs of grief–denialanger and despairapathyacceptance–how they followone upon the otherat a gallopfirst and thena lope… How over timea weariness sets inthe pain, less fierceneed not be galloped throughheadlong…and days it takesat last, again to feel each stagein all its richnessall its depth… Weeks revolveexploringsorting weepingtaking hold againof faith, of lifebut if …
Love’s not always pink–It’s what you feel and livenot what you think.Sometimes it’s what you giveor are allowed to takeor nothing you can havefor someone else’s sake. Love’s not always song–its voice not always heardor clear and strong.Sometimes it’s just absurdand makes no kind of senseOr it speaks without a word,has neither rhyme nor tense. …
A friend of mine turns 30 today. My elder kids are well into their own now, and my youngest is about to reach this mark. I remember my 30s, half a lifetime ago… From here, from now, they look quite different from how they did then. Here is my birthday card to everyone turning 30: …
I cannot quiteput a finger on it,nor pin downthe feelings in my heartnow I am homefrom visiting with you… A deal of historylies there between usas it has lain.gathered over yearsof awkwardness,uncertainty,resentment,guilt,embarrassmentover many momentsmiscalculated,misinformed,misunderstoodbetween us… Now I am older,you are oldand grasp your cupwith two frail and twisted handsthat once were capableof wringing outa washcloth …
I’m sorry, I can’t love youlike a love should be…Out here I standbeyond the glass,the wall of distancebetween my heartand the world… Love’s sucha quiet subtle thingso easily drowned outby need and wantand hungers wailingfrom a timethe time when childrenlearn to loveby being loved… I’m sorrymy missing piecesmake this puzzlethat is loveforever incomplete…Yet I want to …
Love’s not always pink–It’s what you feel and livenot what you think.Sometimes it’s what you giveor are allowed to takeor nothing you can havefor someone else’s sake. Love’s not always song–its voice not always heardor clear and strong.Sometimes it’s just absurdand makes no kind of senseOr it speaks without a word,has neither rhyme nor tense. …
Wine was once upon a time divine but now, somehow, the elegance is soured as it’s taken and devoured what I knew of you and thought was fine. You sleep it off, unconscious that the sabotage is done, today, tonight are gone, tomorrow spoken for with stumbling tongue and eyes that will not wake to …
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