Disparate Beings

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Our exteriors present a line of similarities.
A million influences offer up different presentations.

Variety is the spice of life. Or so they say.

Some are kind.
Or evil.
Or mean.
Or liars.

Some are immature.
Or honest.
Or hard-working.
Or decent.

Some talk openly.
Or hide.
Or cheat.
Or pretend.

Some are rude.
Or helpful.
Or giving.
Or caring.

Some are decent.
Or takers.
Or users.
Or slime.

More like butting heads with what we can’t align with.

Worth it? So many years are wasted trying.

Let’s teach our children to find the alikeness for connection, with some.

To choose the respite from the struggle of interdependence with the dissimilar.

Getting along without giving up anything that shaped us, with some.

Let’s help to create an environment of peace.

For with some, it happens.

 

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Feeding Intimacy

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The chase included all the delicacies love snacks on, fills up on even.

I kept coming back for more. You provided, I was hooked.

I could be satiated whenever I needed.

You kept your buffet stocked. A beautiful presentation.

I never felt hungry, rather I was full.

Years went by, I remained well fed.

We were happy. For a bit.

Then more years passed and the spread was less colorful, it didn’t speak to me.

And then, I began to notice less and less on the table before me, even some spoilage.

Hmmm, I’m hungry. That’s new.

I mentioned the pangs, I cried that I was hungry, I hurt going to sleep at night.

You ordered take-out, we ate together. For a bit.

Going down it felt like fake food, second-hand and ABC cud.

A temporary fix to fill a gaping hole, only as required.

But then you starved me. I lost so much.

When I started nourishing myself, I determined the menu.

I think I’ll pass on the next feast.

I’d like to live.

 

 

Transformed

 
Connection wanted, needed even.

Fantasies fulfilled create a warm shield of protection.

But a damaging interlude pushes itself into and through our sanctuary.

Full-on, satisfying love speeding towards being barely loyal.

Distance is welcomed, disconnection required.

Wounds need healing.

The psyches teeter, the connection as well.

Alteration, on every level, begins to occur.

 

 

Face Wide Open

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My being is expressive.

It’s not complicated, just hardly understood.

Listen with your eyes as I ripple towards you.

I love, it’s a smile.

There’s anger, it’s a scowl.

Shiny eyes, I’m laughing with you.

Tears falling, there’s a devastation occurring.

Reaching for you, I need your touch.

Not making eye contact, you’ve lost me.

If the last thing you see is my back, I’m gone.

Forever…

Holding Strong

 

Virtue broadcast boldly but intentions used as a tool to command my heart.

Lacking integrity.

Words uttered as truth, actions revealing lies.

Lacking uprightness.

Bold declarations made, follow through is banal.

Lacking decency.

The face hopeful expecting forgiveness, another opportunity.

I lack the will.