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I suppose people want mystery

Maybe that's why relationships don't succeed

After all

who wants to see

entrails hanging out

the bald truth

Hide from me

your spousely, whiney ways

is the ball and chain's cry

Satisfy my needs as I require

my appetites

my desires

Think it lover

but don't say it

Look at me like you want it

hard!

And of course I do

Just not from you

I love poetry that is not addressed to occupant.

quoted from memory.

This is one for the book mousey (the chap book DP was talking about)

Awww, thanks still. Meant to amuse, glad it did!

it is an experience that i look forward to
like a love note from the perfect lover
i hold you so high that surely you will fall and crash

precise with control and demands and wounds
blood dripping from my childhood
scars of love seething waiting for you to make all of that go away

but i will expect you to
and thus is the way it will be
my desires will illuminate the road with one headlight askew
in an old mercedes on a country road
and bad speakers that buzz with the rattle of one door
i will miss you when you are gone
but the intrigue could not keep me away

i am completely spell bound by the way you write

like a love note from the perfect lover

from the pedistal which i have arranged so nicely in my mind
blood dripping from my childhood
scars of love seething waiting for you to make all of that go away
and thus is the way it will be
my desires will illuminate the road with one headlight askew
in an old mercedes on a country road
and bad speakers that buzz with the rattle of one door
i will miss you when you are gone
but the intrigue could not keep me away

i am completely spell bound by the way you write
it is an experience that i look forward to
like a love note from the perfect lover
i hold you so high that surely you will fall and crash
from the pedistal which i have arranged so nicely in my mind
precise with control and demands and wounds
blood dripping from my childhood
scars of love seething waiting for you to make all of that go away
which you cannot
but i will expect you to
and thus is the way it will be
my desires will illuminate the road with one headlight askew
in an old mercedes on a country road
and bad speakers that buzz with the rattle of one door
i will miss you when you are gone
but the intrigue could not keep me away

I suppose I want mystery too
Once inside a woman's heart

Creative don't let that cute little furry critter fool you
This is a dangerous woman

My heart in my throat everytime I reply to her.

my desires will illuminate the road with one headlight askew
in an old mercedes on a country road
and bad speakers that buzz with the rattle of one door
i will miss you when you are gone
but the intrigue could not keep me away

there it is
in a nut shell
nice write
thanks

yeah there is danger in excitement
a life not lived
would be a disaster
the results of having made every effort to really feel alive and giving is a joy, is something that no one else could do for me
the hunger i feel for adventure
has taken me around the world
if i had allowed my fears and disappiontment in other people s social skills to dominate my life
perhaps things would be different
but they are not
i like the strategy
of getting the most life out of this deal
before i die
ya know?
keep writng
it s good for the soul

something that no one else could do for me
the hunger i feel for adventure
has taken me around the world dominated my life

ya know?

it s good for the soul

yeah there is danger in excitement
a life not lived
would be a disaster
the results of having made every effort to really feel alive and giving is a joy, is something that no one else could do for me
the hunger i feel for adventure
has taken me around the world
if i had allowed my fears and disappiontment in other people s social skills to dominate my life
perhaps things would be different
but they are not
i like the strategy
of getting the most life out of this deal
before i die
ya know?
keep writng
it s good for the soul

yeah there is danger in excitement
a life not lived
would be a disaster
the results of having made every effort to really feel alive and giving is a joy, is something that no one else could do for me
the hunger i feel for adventure
has taken me around the world

it s good for the soul

Sometimes it takes a bit of compassion
To deal with another's desire
I come home and there she was on my couch
Maybe it was because she was so drunk
She just could not get it through her head
I just wanted to go to bed
Alone

I asked , again and again, I practicaly begged her
to go home

I wish I had been kinder
I wish I had taken her home
All this talk of Zen and compassion
Lord help me Jesus I know what I am.

Women are not as vain as men. Rejection comes harder to them.

Mousey I have been looking for a poem I am pretty sure it was one of yours
something about women should have crossed legs and mystery. or maybe it was Doreen's. Or illuminara. It is a good thing eveywoman must have a name. For a woman hater like me I get you all confused.

"I knew he was a woman hater because the way he stayed with me all night, like I was a card that had been dealt to him" mangled paraphrase from the Bell Jar.

Well, I'm really flattered creativesoul
my head is swelling
and that is sure to topsy turvey me off of any pedestal

as a matter of fact I avoid pedestals altogether
not enough stability
I prefer to keep my two flat feet
firmly planted on the ground

Beautiful write, thank-you very much. Now I'm gonna go soak my big ol' head.

stilltrucking, I'm about as dangerous as a mouse with a hard-on!

I can also pledge and avow that I wrote no poem about women and crossed legs. Legs agog would be more my style.

Thanks so much for the beautiful, very kind words.

Posted without permission. I have not heard from her in years. I suppose i could email her, but I just don't feel like it.

Nice poem I thought

She was a listener too. Like you. Listeners are dangerous but vauable friends to have.

complicated men (edited)

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by Illuminara on February 20, 2004 10:20:00
the initial bite
releases a complex bouquet,
polarity pleasures and
robust insecurity
permeating body
like smokey oak


women should embody mystery,
crossed legs of contradiction...
but beware the drowning artist man,
whose pleasure's in the sinking

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tis season to cry
trees murdered for folly
electric atm xmas
sons are men now
i, an old woman,livin under 3 pets playin
on a wooden floor
makes me wonder
about lite and stars
wonderin about u
do i care?
no
but i pray for your sanity
tears of 2 yrs stained weddin
bruised and beaten, broken
sold down river like real estate
i ate cake
forever
lyin to myself it could work
never
not ever
will i fall
land mines like u blew me away
today
my life is a place of beauty