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Are we really expected to believe those people who say "I love you all"
to swallow the line, hook and sinker?
Really!
Paint me the deepest shade of purple
if it's true.
I think you fool yourself
try to trick the collective into thinking good of you.
Are you so capable?
I so incapable?
People disappoint me
make me groan inwardly
flash looks of disdain.
Love should be an endless commodity
should flow like milk and warm honey
but oftentimes the words just leave me cold
something you say at every opportunity
an afterthought without the thinking
a sign off
a patting of the undeserving head.
Well don't mind me and my ingratitude
it's good you want to please
it's my sad for finding it extravagantly impossible to believe.
Maybe some day
God willing some day
the words won't be necessary
simply unspoken absolute.

I love you and I don’t care if I look like I’m a failure faking it till my ass gets saved
I’d rather live alone than live under a suspicious eye
Fuck you
And all the other jaded fucks who can’t believe
I love you all!
Fuck that
Your right
Love is just holding me down
It doesn’t do a damn thing for me to love everyone
Ha
Fuck you!!
I feel much better
I don’t have to concern myself with other people’s bullshit drama
I can sit back now and laugh at their ignorance
And not give a damn if they ever fucking get it
Cause they won’t if they don’t believe
I love you
Fuck them
Not my fucking problem
I feel much better now
I love them
And accept their disbelief
And damn if I don’t feel better knowing I was wrong
For leaving because I was frustrated with their lack of belief
If I wasn’t accepting them as is
I never loved them to begin with
You don’t have to believe it but
I love you
If you feel I deserve to be tortured or killed now for saying it
I’m not afraid of torture or death
Everyday people survive worse than I will ever know in another’s disbelief in love
I love them, and yet, they will never know love
Your right
It is ridiculous to love you all
When they’ll never even know love
Your right
Loving everyone unconditionally is wasteful
I’m done with it
I’ll still be recycling
For what?
Does it really benefit me to…?
No it doesn’t
I’ll be dead before the end times come or I’ll die when they do
I was going to eventually die anyway
Fuck recycling
And fuck you!

Maybe some day
God willing some day
the words won't be necessary
simply unspoken absolute.

i love those words

sorry for the rant
more about the space i'm in than what you wrote
although without your words it wouldn't have released
thank you

deepest shade of purple
i'll keep that in mind
my work hasn't been quite as bright lately anyway
deepest purple
i'll see what i can do

"if loving you is wrong
i don't want to right"

what song was that from?
do you know?

Ah me, never apologize for a rant or a rave, they are too true, too filled with truth.

Spontaneous combust

gotta love it

harmless spontaneous combust

healing flow

I wrote the following piece a short while ago. I'll nestle it in here, a cosy spot for it just now.


Don't give me contrived devised miserly measured words in skimpy fashion
I want unrestricted purge
spout
and
blurt
pyroclastic flow enveloping all and nothing

Slapped in the face by the exstreams of life
the misery of words became my delight
they drop from eyelids soaking regret
blinked away
expunging excess
I wash in them
drench in them
emerge dripping wet
I cover you in them - tenderly

May your audacious winds blow my way

some day...

now



audacious winds

true words, beautiful words, freeflowing words

I'll wrap myself in them

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Yes, paint it deep purple...paint it true.

Yes, yes, see what you can do...always see what you can do...



Thanks abstroint, love your visits. You make me think.

"if loving you is wrong
i don't want to right"

what song was that from?
do you know?

(If Loving You Is Wrong) I DON'T WANT TO BE RIGHT
Luther Ingram
(Banks / Hampton / Jackson)

If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If being right means being without you
I'd rather live a wrong doing life
Your mama and daddy say it's a shame
It's a downright disgrace
Long as I got you by my side
I don't care what your people say

Your friends tell you there's no future
in loving a married man
If I can't see you when I want to
I'll see you when I can
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right

Am I wrong to fall so deeply in love with you
knowing I got a wife and two little children
depending on me too
And am I wrong to hunger
for the gentleness of your touch
knowing I got somebody else at home
who needs me just as much

And are you wrong to fall in love
with a married man
And am I wrong trying to hold on
to the best thing I ever had
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right

Are you wrong to give your love
to a married man
And am I wrong trying to hold on
to the best thing I ever had
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right
If loving you is wrong I don't wanna be right

I don't wanna be right
if it means sleeping alone at night
I don't wanna be right
if it means coming home at night
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna never, never, never be right

glad you posted those lyrics
now maybe the hook will stop haunting me

i want to come by later and spontaneously combust
free
ashs on the wind
right now i have to prepare for mondays lesson
i'm teaching
i think i will learn more teaching than i do most times i am being taught

Spontaneous combustion burns rapidly
Exhausted in putrid fumes
In the freest of moments
I burn slow
Warm enough to stave off an ice age and
Bright enough to illuminate the way but
Not enough you’ll need UV protection
I want more freedom than raging flames can consume
I want more freedom than silent tundra’s can hold
A space to rest away from chaos
A space not quite a void
I want the freedom to visit both places without the threat of
Hostile revolt when I come home
I’ll want comfort from the blistering of extremes
An outdoor hot tub in a blizzard
A small fire
A good book and
Therapeutic candles
Not a rushed explosion of passion
Spontaneous non-combustible moments
I’ll be able smile about when they are spontaneously recalled

You've wielded your cyber pen with some real flourish there my friend.

Very beautiful thoughts and words
a very desireable recipe for contentment

a combustible glow
a lovely flow
a simmering

nicely done

Waiter, if you please, I'll have a double order of these...
flambeaux


Nice combusting, a gentle combust