The rockpool beneath my bed,
I let my food dangle, as my toes creat small ripples in the water,
fish swim about, some curiously, touch my toes before continuing on,
the deep blue, how deep I do not know,
once I rolled over in my sleep and fell into the cold, crisp water,
boy did I wake up that day, spashing about, pulling myself up, soaked,
dripping wet onto my white dry sheets that had just me washed and drried on the line that day,
the rockpool beneath my bed, what treasures you hold.
I have been thinking about it for a while, but still a little sketchy on the details. What would be my dream office? What would make it so great?
Hmm that’s all for now. I would like to add to this list.
what is your ideal workplace? what would make it so great? Are you working a dream job?
I could not it out. for a long time I would become obsessed with a particular mirical fruit food or activity to get me out of a slump, feel refreshed or help me with a problem. And it would work! It would work so very well that I would rush to the kitchen and pour my third bowl of beans, or glass or apple juice or whatever food I was swooning over. I would shop double or triple that week, making sure my shelves are full of that one particular item. And for a time I would live in bliss.
Then a few weeks later when I am getting stomach pains from drinking to much apple juice, and when to pee for the forth time today. That mirical power that the juice gave me to stay focused and on track, does not work. I remain low on energy, I can barely leave the couch. Have I built up a tolerance? This was always my line of thinking. or maybe I am missing something else in my diet.
I am healthy, fit. Why don’t I have the energy to do much else with my day? This had puzzled me for so long. Until…
Until I realized it was all in my head, 40% physical, 60% mental. without knowing, I was the one holding me back, taking away my energy. I had never said to myself that I could and that I can. So my mind assumed that I could not. This placebo effect I had placed on the food I eat, was something I had control over. And so, when I poured myself a glass of juice. I said to myself loud and clear.
“this juice will give me the energy I need for my day!”
I would like to build something new, with or without you,
compose my feelings for you, they were good, just not for you,
In my garden I need fresh air, I’ll cry my tears, soak in the soil,
Oh how it feels like years, something new will grow
In this foolish heart of mine
I am not scared of welcoming you into my heart, burn me,
new love is never far, I’ll carry on with a little scar,
You don’t need me and I sure don’t need you,
You don’t need me and I sure don’t need you,
In this foolish heart of mine
You like the way I think and always want to meet,
for a time every text you sent makes my heart beat,
For a while you liked my sappy thoughts, listen while your wounds heal,
I’ve been there before, but I wont claim to know how you feel,
It is your heart, and a big deal,
But in time you will realize that you have everything you need, in you,
Your wounds will heal and seal me out,
this foolish heart of mine
(Chorus)
Love, I don ‘t want you to go,
stay, stay I wish it wasn’t so
fine then, break my heart again
I didn’t match up to your ideals? Unfortunately I am real
Whatever you choose I understand
Loved, Crush, crushed
(VERSE)
Lover I lover you like no other and I just want to say hey, you know how I feel
Well I hope you do, I share a piece of me with you, and
Each day I would like to say, love,
Love you are something I wanted to be, someone I wanted to know,
And again,again, lets go for a walk between the tall trees, and feel small,
Nature call, rant rant, say all I can, I want it all out, no stopping me now
(Chorus)
Love, I don ‘t want you to go,
stay, stay I wish it wasn’t so
fine then, break my heart again
I didn’t match up to your ideals? Unfortunately I am real
Whatever you choose I understand
Loved, Crush, crushed
(VERSE)
And now I am here again, I didn’t think it would hurt this hard,
but hey that’s what happens when you open your heart,
I need some time alone, without my cell phone, house days weeks,
With just me to think, And I tell you now,
I would like to think I learnt a think or two from you, and about me
(Chorus)
Love, I don ‘t want you to go,
stay, stay I wish it wasn’t so
fine then, break my heart again
I didn’t match up to your ideals? Unfortunately I am real
Whatever you choose I understand
Loved, Crush, crushed
(VERSE)
Its just nice to feel loved, I am sure I can manage without,
But where is the fun in that, I like to be caught up and crush hard,
Harder than I have ever felt before, build that feeling,
To fall I am willing, is love just a feeling?
(Chorus)
Love, I don ‘t want you to go,
stay, stay I wish it wasn’t so
fine then, break my heart again
I didn’t match up to your ideals? Unfortunately I am real
Whatever you choose I understand
Loved, Crush, crushed
Crush, crushed
Never ever enough
Love, I don ‘t want you to go,
stay, stay I wish it wasn’t so
Love, I don ‘t want you to go,
stay, stay I wish it wasn’t so
fine then, break my heart again
Title: stress and sex buildup
Not thinking straight, have a wank. My need for sex is sometimes shows itself im many differernt forms I knew there was a reason why I did not want to leave my aapartment just yet. Regardless how nice of a day it is outside. All the booze and sextual tention from last nights party was still there at the back of my mind. And I let it go unnoticed. But it was there eating at me, wanting to be released. I could not unsterstand why, I was so stressed over nothing, and could not focus on any task at hand. The sex drive was taking hold.
Last thoughts as I leave to go, heading home, picking up the pieces. There is always a party next door, though I never stopped, more then to say hello, as I walk on up to my apartment, or as I … Continue reading
Thinking about you, on the train, How we meet, that sunny day, I‘d imagine you felt the same, Grateful you are still around, Homeward bound, Sincerely your hound.
I was never much into it, but you insisted it will be fun, “totally worth it!”. So here we are.
You put on some music, and sit down facing me. A relaxed pose, and I copy. You tie your hair up, your chest stretches, full underneath that top. I watch your clothes and how your body moves beneath them.
Yoga is an experience. From what I’ve heard it’s for chicks who want to get better at lovin’.
The rhythm in the background guides the tempo of out movements. changing from one pose to the next. Holding, feeling the stretch, my body opening up.
I’ve been here twice, I perceive you as nice. You wont go away, so come here and stay.
Your love not a waste, small cut to shape. Jet black and white. Project your voice as I hold you tight. Mixed up in your personal space.
Submit to me at the end, I swear I’ll be nice.
A purpose for me is written in you.
BENT ON LOVE 