“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
Thursday, February 14, 2019
Weapons of Mass Seduction
"Seduction is when the invitation is better than the party itself."
Affection is the pearl of greatest price. Value it above material wealth. A chance for closeness may not happen twice. Loving truly can improve one’s health. Ease of conquest should not be the goal; Nesting instincts point to more than that. Trust and Loyal Caring make us whole. Involvement and Commitment long have sat Nobly ruling high on Virtue’s throne. Eros from morality detached Crudely goads into a trap well-known –– Amour becomes a mere Itch .to be Scratched. Redemption from the loneliness of Lust Demands we work to earn our Lover’s Trust.
Before committing Marriage Gay People should take pause And consider the implications of Community Property Laws.
Lust may achieve satiety With or without propriety, So why become a martyr To receive the imprimatur Of a dull Bourgeois society Whose strictures you flee gleefully?
Intimate relationships of each and every kind Are blithely entered into by mad persons love made blind. The stress and strain of living close together every day Demands incessant giving causing tempers soon to fray.
The quest to reach Equality considers not, of course, The Agony –– and vast Expense –– that comes with a Divorce!
Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good-fame, Plans, credit and the Muse,— Nothing refuse.
’Tis a brave master; Let it have scope: Follow it utterly, Hope beyond hope: High and more high It dives into noon, With wing unspent, Untold intent: But it is a god, Knows its own path And the outlets of the sky.
It was never for the mean; It requireth courage stout. Souls above doubt, Valor unbending, It will reward,— They shall return More than they were, And ever ascending.
Leave all for love; Yet, hear me, yet, One word more thy heart behoved, One pulse more of firm endeavor,— Keep thee today, Tomorrow, forever, Free as an Arab Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid; But when the surprise, First vague shadow of surmise Flits across her bosom young, Of a joy apart from thee, Free be she, fancy-free; Nor thou detain her vesture’s hem, Nor the palest rose she flung From her summer diadem.
Though thou loved her as thyself, As a self of purer clay, Though her parting dims the day, Stealing grace from all alive; Heartily know, When half-gods go, The gods arrive.
We keep on missing each other –– ___ like trains –– not lovers. Imagine that old depot –– ___ so often used –– never noted. Careless, just for fun, ___ I took you home. Why? Who knows? ___ You didn’t seem like much. Habits grew in lonely loam. ___ I grew accustomed to your touch.
A natural thing –– ___ What living entity can last ______ for long unrooted? Something grew in me –– ___ for years unnoticed –– And then a warning note hissed:
Do not get involved. ___ Problems start which ______ won’t be solved . Why is Joy so frightening? ___ Compatibility inspiring ___ ___ of a yawn?
My chest since then ___ keeps tightening. In rondo form –– ___ a reaching dread ______ resurfaces each dawn.
Pool passing in the depot –– ___ longing, leering, losing, _________ loathing –– For fun we brutally imagine ___ how the’d look without ______ their clothing.
Inadvertently we made a home –– _________ you and I. Comfort, care repel you. Why?
We keep on missing each other ___ yet you’d return me to the depot –– ______ exchange me _________ for some nonentity ––
And blithely leave me there –– ___ uprooted like pulled hair –– And off without a backward glance ______ you’d fly. _________ Why?
My hiney is so tiny It makes a lousy 'giny. The government should pay me To alter me and spay me, So I can then enjoy a whirl Pretending I was born a girl. Though my tits be made of plastic, My new 'giny's quite elastic, I hope this change so drastic Will prove to be fantastic. And a real man will unfurl His sword, and pierce This charming New-made Girl!
__________ A Valentine Card __________
ReplyDeleteAffection is the pearl of greatest price.
Value it above material wealth.
A chance for closeness may not happen twice.
Loving truly can improve one’s health.
Ease of conquest should not be the goal;
Nesting instincts point to more than that.
Trust and Loyal Caring make us whole.
Involvement and Commitment long have sat
Nobly ruling high on Virtue’s throne.
Eros from morality detached
Crudely goads into a trap well-known ––
Amour becomes a mere Itch .to be Scratched.
Redemption from the loneliness of Lust
Demands we work to earn our Lover’s Trust.
~ FreeThinke
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ReplyDelete_____ TOO SOON OLD & TOO LATE SMART _____
ReplyDeleteBefore committing Marriage Gay People should take pause
And consider the implications of Community Property Laws.
Lust may achieve satiety
With or without propriety,
So why become a martyr
To receive the imprimatur
Of a dull Bourgeois society
Whose strictures you flee gleefully?
Intimate relationships of each and every kind
Are blithely entered into by mad persons love made blind.
The stress and strain of living close together every day
Demands incessant giving causing tempers soon to fray.
The quest to reach Equality considers not, of course,
The Agony –– and vast Expense –– that comes with a Divorce!
~ FreeThinke
Give All to Love
ReplyDeleteGive all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good-fame,
Plans, credit and the Muse,—
Nothing refuse.
’Tis a brave master;
Let it have scope:
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope:
High and more high
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent:
But it is a god,
Knows its own path
And the outlets of the sky.
It was never for the mean;
It requireth courage stout.
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending,
It will reward,—
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.
Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,—
Keep thee today,
Tomorrow, forever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise
Flits across her bosom young,
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture’s hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.
Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Though her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive;
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
_______ Singles Scene _______
ReplyDeleteWe keep on missing each other ––
___ like trains –– not lovers.
Imagine that old depot ––
___ so often used –– never noted.
Careless, just for fun,
___ I took you home.
Why? Who knows?
___ You didn’t seem like much.
Habits grew in lonely loam.
___ I grew accustomed to your touch.
A natural thing ––
___ What living entity can last
______ for long unrooted?
Something grew in me ––
___ for years unnoticed ––
And then a warning note hissed:
Do not get involved.
___ Problems start which
______ won’t be solved
.
Why is Joy so frightening?
___ Compatibility inspiring
___ ___ of a yawn?
My chest since then
___ keeps tightening.
In rondo form ––
___ a reaching dread
______ resurfaces each dawn.
Pool passing in the depot ––
___ longing, leering, losing,
_________ loathing ––
For fun we brutally imagine
___ how the’d look without
______ their clothing.
Inadvertently we made a home ––
_________ you and I.
Comfort, care repel you. Why?
We keep on missing each other
___ yet you’d return me to the depot ––
______ exchange me
_________ for some nonentity ––
And blithely leave me there ––
___ uprooted like pulled hair ––
And off without a backward glance
______ you’d fly.
_________ Why?
~ FreeThinke
A Tranny's Cri De Coeur
ReplyDeleteMy hiney is so tiny
It makes a lousy 'giny.
The government should pay me
To alter me and spay me,
So I can then enjoy a whirl
Pretending I was born a girl.
Though my tits be made of plastic,
My new 'giny's quite elastic,
I hope this change so drastic
Will prove to be fantastic.
And a real man will unfurl
His sword, and pierce
This charming
New-made
Girl!
~ Christine Jorgensen
Video of the week....
ReplyDelete