Our core beliefs are often hidden even from ourselves they are the instincts and drivers we work to. The can enhance our lives or sabotage our lives. Life falling into the same patterns? Making the same errors? You need to trace your actions back to your beliefs.
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We can be very good at dropping a shed load of emotional baggage at a partner’s feet and expecting them to pick it up and shoulder it. This is the way to a failed relationship. We have to learn to be responsible for, and changing our own insecurities and negative beliefs.
Timed to expire Words of love often repressed Kindness taken for granted – unprocessed Presumption of thoughts – norms and dreams We no longer share – future schemes Drifting along … Continue reading Timed to expire
What is it, about our uniqueness,
Should it exist?
Is it seen as a weakness,
To be burnt away, like mist,
Our spark and our idiosyncrasies,
Does society want us to conform,
Join the herd, act in ways that please,
Step in line, stay within the norm,
What is it about, your uniqueness,
That I celebrate and applaud,
Your honesty, drive and genius,
Your flaws I also laud,
What is it, about my uniqueness,
That I cherish and nurture,
The me that exists, that’s not seamless,
My drive for happiness, still a searcher,
Our spark and idiosyncrasies,
Should be cherished,
They are the oil and the antifreeze,
That fuel creativity, not see it perished.
Padlocked Love So many padlocks Locked with love Each locked compartment Bursting at the seams Once upon a time the symbol of fidelity Lovers clipped them to a rail Threw … Continue reading Padlocked love
Fantasy and reality side by side grow
boundaries blur where is the plateau?
starkness of words translated into pictures
holes in the substance, filled in, no glitches
Subconscious embellishment start a glow
bad habits, never witnessed, don’t spoil the show
endearments uttered are stored in memories box
intense and important, they become a paradox
She needs her emotions stirred, to feel a connection
his drivers very different, need inspection
married to other’s, they met playing a game
chatting and sharing life in a cyber domain
She’s desperate for love, her happiness compromised
she grabs affection and excitement, it makes her blind
he looks for flirtation, moves through lusts revolving door
enjoys the immediate journey, never requiring more
Intimacy inevitably grows with the sharing
Could be great, if their perspectives were pairing
she loves that he calls her by that special name
unaware he calls, all other girls the same
He is wrapped up and interested, its no ploy
but soon he will be bored and move to another toy
her one in a million man will gradually pull away
Leaving her devastated and crying at close of day
William Carlos Williams an imagist poet wrote with great brevity and wrote a poem in note form called Just to Say .
I have attempted a poem in the same style
I asked you and you said
No you didn’t want one
Have been dropping hints
About the benefits
I know we haven’t had
a detailed discussion
I worry that hot water
bottles will burst
So I just want to say
I have ordered one
An electric blanket which
I hope will make us both
More comfortable
