The Flowers

The baby breath remains exquisite.

The hydrangea

wilted on the second day.

Disappointed?

No. Hope uncome to be potentiated.

Mosaic

I didn't give you what you wanted.

I did try to be good-natured to you.

I tried solicitously adjusting to you

(now, adjusting is not a bad concept);

you however, were a Nor'Easter of a

cold and harsh, unrelenting forcefulness.

Yet, thank you Doreen

for the best of you.

I have nothing more to say.

Striving For an Inclusive Overview

I am not 'the' pinnacle, or even 'a' pinnacle.

I judge of myself instead as equal or additive.

Here, I relate to your' streetwise'. I do get it.

Do you doubt it? I but see it as a share of many.

Knowing that; I find utility, beyond repetition,

interacted by many other vistas of inclusiveness.

Intractable Hopes

I didn't deliver on

your expectations.

You didn't deliver on

your word.

We Place As Need Be In Time

You remain

in my mind.

It's really quite ok.

All things such are

well in their place.

Of Abstracts

I past did love you Doreen

of imagination

and possibility;

but I can not

in the least let

imagination pass for reality.

Watch for Flashback

You were a bad experiment

gone bad.

One should not have ignored

the fact that

a volatile chemical

does indeed react.

I was attacked

set upon, vilipended, unable

to confide in you.

It made for an explosively

impossible situation.

The Question Is

We can all feel but,

the question is,

what do we do

with those feelings?

High Court of Wisdom

Doreen, I ceased

believing

in you.

That then precludes

any thoughts of

believing

in you.

Of Diversion or Divisiveness

It is I who must see all things such

with the eyes of responsibility;

anything less is to remain

settled conflicted in that field of energy.

To do so, I am giving up fear of you;

and, seeking to include any

latent pique which would

mar formulation of thought, word, or action.

Reasonable Self-Interst

Sure, you you would have added

immensely to my life;

but, get very real,

that never envisioned

you voraciously consuming it.

I Would Wish Into Being

It is not so much to

trust others blindly;

It is to make of yourself

one worthy of trust.

Allowance of Peace

You have your reasons

for not subscribing

to those being mine.

Keep them then,

as you will, well apart.

The Reality and Alignment of Peace

Long absent of trust,

I had given you patience.

It had been

an experiment in hope

that you would grow into

a multiplicity of selves

governed by

a higher set of principles.

Trust and Decency

I am exceedingly happy as no more

than your "little man",

a reflection of life,

a meister of his place and being.

I am blessed with a few consorts

of long relationship

who, along the way with me,

have found our crossroads in time.

No Blame As Presented

You did not accept me

as I treated you

and you do not accept

how I have come,

in my finding of reason,

to treat you now.

That is your right.

Not Getting Past Go

You did not master

the 'First Agreement'.

It is something most

essential within the

Monopoly Game of life.

A Chide of Shame

I gave you everything

you wanted,

except the 'more';

Shame on you.

Hey, blame me for

being judgemental

if you wish.

Addressing Clutter of Mindscape

I am complicit of cluttering my mindscape

with its best intentions of

navigating unobstructed, peacefully forward.

Therefore, I shall lessen

the allowance of clutter as I have the cause.

Freeing Time of Repetition

No more Doreen poems.

The analysis is done.

Acceptance is complete.

It's not that you are

not thought about,

it's just that

I write too much

in repetition.

For me too in use of time,

it's time to do otherwise,

and move in moving on.

Cats Can Be Adaptable

CiCi, you no longer wield

your claws

or muffin.

Indoors has come agreement

there is

no tearing at.

You must and have bypassed

that instinct

of personality.

Chaos, the cat has been

easier civilized

than you.

Thus, the home stone

has taken its shape.

In the Short Long Run

In gentle but simple terms;

within mind and place,

you create disharmony,

not harmony.

Your Demagogy-of-Self Was the Problem

In my home stone

I elevated women to highest place.

You did not achieve

this place as I would expect it.

You did not maintain

peace, kindness nor, equanimity.

You brought instead

discord with a demagogy-of-self.

Granulation of Thought

The 'abyss of your logic'

is not that you have none,

it's that

it includes me not in any

communication of fidelity.

You destroyed compromise.

There was never substance

to anything

but your underlying actions

beyond the shape of words.

Mistakenly Picking Up the Phone

You wish me to accede five

minutes of my time?

"No."

You are still of proclivity

in disagreement with

me.

You have your feelings,

your dignity

and,

you are you.

So am I

me.

Sediments Made of Passing Fortnights

I have no problems without you and,

I always had them with you.

Doreen, I did love you.

I wanted to love you.

You made that impossible.

Your wrath was unending.

It's not just about the abyss

of your logic.

It's about the certainty

of your untruths;

........ they've become encrusted

as one in deceit.

Your causation and justification

have become one in the same.

Nothing dinted your determination

to be seen as smart and triumphant.

I wanted only share openly with you.

You wanted to possess me completely.

You have driven a wedge

of mayhem

between my friendships

with the

consorts of my company.

Chaos, I do not separate you

from kindness;

it's just that there have been

too many

unkindnesses in between.

I have nothing to gain,

everything to maintain; and,

I have come to trust in can't trust.

Since I don't wish to expend

anymore undue effort

upon this subject matter

it shall therefore, dim into silence.

Maintain and Sustain

Keep her away if

you wish kindness,

within yourself or,

towards others.

The Light Has Dimmed Out Doreen

The light has gone out Doreen;

she regrettably has

interfered with my thankfulness.

You have carried your own lantern.

A Construct of Identity

Jai, jai; I am thankful

for what I have.

Even that, I give up

for thankfulness.

If As An Equal

I can not blame her

if I had drawn blood,

if I had acted in wrath,

if I had been totally unfaithful of word;

for then, I could instead salute her as an equal.

Concerning Non-Ephemeral Delinquency

I have peace without you here;

with you, peace was

unsustained by its

non-existence.

You squandered all advantages presented you

until they devolved

to but an ultimate sanctuary

of regulated order.

I am not about to take up your games again.

There is sanity, love and fun

in unimpeded blossom;

now, uninterrupted by

your non-presence.

Unsecured Ballast

You didn't bargain

with me.

You took what I

gave and

clawed at what

you wanted.

Dead End

What have I to gain

by

interacting with you?

You would only find

means

to disagree with me.

Being Real

I don't want you to change.

First,

you'd resent it.

Secondly,

I wouldn't believe it.

Silly Girl

It was all yours but,

instead of being a consort

you insisted on being a

conqueror and captor.

Even pity has become

wasted upon such truth.

The Blessings of Distance

You are far better off

best where you are.

There, your perfections

need not in the least

be put upon by any

made of my imperfections.

Master Card of No Standing

I am not anyone's Masta' nor,

do I wish to be taken as yours.

I am but a Meister of my being

and arbiter of his sails and place.

Perhapses From Giving Thanks

Here's to you as well Doreen

for all blessings

you brought forth.

There was recognized good.

But, there was great evil;

not perhaps by

imagined intent

but, definitely by allowance.

Imagining Need of a Second Side

You had every opportunity

and so many more;

yet, only found as failures

of insensitivities

or deficits that must exist

to place upon me.

Relationship Takeaways

Doreen, you have not been fair

to anyone but yourself.

And, that's been shown to be

at the expense of others.

You may have gained knowledge

but, have learned nothing.

As such, you may have your realm:

I deny your ingest of mine.

Terror

I use to use the kinder

and politically correct

word of 'discontent'.

In hindsight, 'discontent'

was but your opening

salvo of terror.

LOL

I owe you an apology??

How would you even understand it

when you know not of atonement

let alone of a remorse that is

a lasting and meaningful sorry?

Ultimately an Evil Wind Provoked

She may be ever present but,

she is safely in circumstances

made fully of observations

in the past tense.

Here, she need not be found evil

if she is not found provided my

beauty-life of circumstances

which provoke her.

For, she is an evil wind provoked

and, where provocations are

most invariably undertaken

alone of her instigation.

Jai Doreen As You Act For Others

You are a good neighbor,

mother and, matriarch

of family and kinship.

I too am comforted similarly

in your placement beyond

all strife in my place.

Unfortunately

Doreen, unfortunately

you bring evil

into my life.

You bring forth deceit,

hate, wrath and

destructiveness.

Admitting To Reality

Leaving aside interludes,

sadly,

you were all talk

and a deceptive

waste of good time

in a

companionship of enticements.

You Must Admit

You must admit;

you interfered in my life.

You must admit,

it is not something

you would readily

expect me to easily accept.

Speaking To Fran Of Unfairness

Fran, it is unfair to her;

she would only have the option

of putting up with my demands.

I do not allow her that of me,

nor expect to get it from her

in setting me free in return.

It Behoves Me to Be Me and Be Starkly Real

In one's decision making process of clarity,

one must think multi-leveled.

I really don't like the exemplifying of guns

but, will take use of the example.

My point will be that in a blended balance

of pros and cons or good and bad,

it will not always be the ticket to wisdom.

Take an M16, extol its multitude of specs

and then send it to my foxhole with

a gung-ho maladroit missing the firing pin.

Here, one would be up shit's creek.

Clearly, if it were so it would suck being me.

Phantasy Feelings and Reality

So, you think you'd (again)

assent be a table.

That would take trust;

something I don't have.

Besides, at this untenable point,

it's unfair

no matter how much one

must admit it is needed.

You've deceived, threatened,

belittled and attacked me.

You've menaced and reigned

mayhem upon my companions.

You drop not the veil of your ego;

so no, I think not girl.

You are bad odds. You screw

up everything in front of me.

Speculation

You know, I don't think

you've ever been sorry.

There seems always

reasoning and excuses

to move unrepentant forward.

I do however think you've

felt genuine remorse

in regard to the consequences

you have faced when

the shit has hit the fan.

Consequences Can Be A Bitch

~ the title says it.

If this were to be genesised of a

certain interpersonal relationship

that can be applied to me as well,

I agree. If so, I am most relieved.

Your Means in Dissatisfaction

You can not exist with me

without your dissatisfaction.

It seems your means to exercise

'always change' in all things

and all things including me.

Wheels of Resolve

You are undisciplined.

You are untruthful.

You have no boundaries.

Beyond this, what more

can I or, need I say?

These are the cogs of resolution.

Riot Devoid of Boundaries

We, both of us, have a cast

of characters.

Mine is moderated by Dougie

and GladHeart.

Yours has been and seems

moderated by

the biggest bully of an

undisciplined hoard.

Overpowered

You have made yourself

what you are;

you are threatening to

others and, too me.

Here, your lies overpower

any acceptance

of disbelief whatsoever.

Oracle in the Omen of the Lost Key

I had a vivid dream of you

last night.

You were here in a

plaid skirt and

wouldn't leave.

You had lost the

key to your abode.

I wanted nothing more to

do with you.

Justly considered,

you had brought me

nothing but misery,

fear, and a total

deception of word.

Distilled Précis

You, as your ego consumed with id,

still don't get it.

I have long since ceased accepting

"your point of view".

It unleashes fear, misery, wrath

and, it comes complete

with the belief in self-serving lies.

Past the Points of Respect

Your point of view has no longer,

and

hasn't for awhile,

any governance here.

There is no longer set a place

for

your logic let alone

its abyss of compromise.

As for consequence of meanness

and

faithless promises you

here, forfeit all favour.

The Time Has Come to Give Answer

I remain and maintain of peace.

I have achieved that simplicity

and you wish to offer me

??what?? ... in its stead

to take away that place?

Your impositions have no place here.

You take annex more than is offered.

I think you overestimate your offering

as it makes no sense to anyone but you.

Concerning the Second Agreement

You bring me misery

and, in that light,

nothing to look forward to.

You can not give up

your insecurities; nor, your

aggressive self-identification.

Find another market

for your trove since

I am neither vying nor buying

That which is held forth.

I Can't Trust You Beyond You

When it comes to the 'L' word,

I can't trust you.

You refuse to allow me consider

it anything else but your way.

When it comes to friendship,

I can't trust you.

Your word is always different

than your communicated intent.

Nor, have you learned from

anything of value as you

instead chose disregard all else in

a reverting yourself back to you.

Devastation Made of Effrontery

I fear those of a mind

so localized they

but see love as

competition and lightening strikes.

One should rather be of care

and bring not less

if they wish

enjoin one who is truly of love.

Your Actions Are Not the Least Hypothetical

Let me give you hypothetical allowance

that your intentions were totally pure.

Your actions however, totally mitigate

against making such a belief relevant.

Imposition of All and More

You just didn't demand of

my time in importunity,

you demanded all of it be

arbitrarily fitting to you.

You might have had as much

and certainly more of it

if you'd but been of peace

and an unavenging covenant.

A Many Splendored Word

I loved you bitch.

You just never

let it happen.

Well then, take bitch

an openly nuanced word.

I don't blame you if

there was good cause.

Oh Well

You used my loving

of you

against me.

It was not

a nice

nor a smart thing to do.

On Your Own

I don't want you here

if my ways

prove contrary to

your well being.

It's clear by your actions

they have been.

So be it; you

are on your own.

Presentation and Reality

It's not so much I wanted you

to be something else,

It was more I wanted you

to be that which you

so readily presented yourself

agreeably capable of.

Quietude of Peace Kindness and Contentment

Here's to quiet clarity

and thoughtful high order resolve.

They are unwritten poetry

of uncomplicated forward markers.

Vestal of Wrath

You were a Vestal of Wrath.

It also spilled over to

other people around us.

Regardless of their presence,

you always uncaringly,

somehow for yourself

chose to make my life hell.

One Should Also Be

She is of grace, charm and laughter

and, welcomed too,

to home stone as a Sista' of blood.

Two Way Choices of Trust

In all seeming unfairness

it had come

down to survival and, the

need for rules.

You had to be willing

to play my game.

I certainly wasn't going

to play yours.

Expressing Or Not Expressing Love as a Loving Being

Your avail of the 'L' word gave you a belief

in your unlimited liberty to define it.

Shame then on my helplessness in participation

when it came to that which was created

and came to be portended in such a consummation.

Epiphany of Unbounded Thank Yous

I burst into unbounded flowings of thank yous

for all plenitude of things

streaming in vision around me and of

the welling from within my heart

a plenitude of things

many most beautifully recognized

as of objects in place of pasts

and, places and names unknown

with others of the blessing of names

and memories of graces bestowed.

Doreen, in niceness, I saw too such things here of you.

For a satori so imbued, thank you! thank you! thank you!

Truth With Nuance

You made yourself

incompatible.

Apparently,

so did I.

One Observer's Unvarnished Point of View

You Doreen of Chaos, are a 'spouse abuser'.

It's not new.

Chaos was the euphemized presentation of

'abusive cunt'.

You Doreen of Chaos, are a 'spouse abuser'.

You erupt in attacks of wrath and always say,

'You're so deeply sorry, so sorry and how

you'll never, never, never, never do it again.'

You've often trashed my home and shattered glass

in rages,

yelled, threatened, screamed

and, punched and kicked,

naked cornered me in my yard

menaced company and guest,

run into me with your car,

assaulted me far more often

than once,

and spilled red of my blood.

Your justification is not in the least inaccurate;

'You just snapped'.... again and, again and, again.

You Doreen of Chaos, are a 'spouse abuser'.

Either it's just on my part the grumble and cavil

of sour grapes with but a

trite fake news of facts.

Or, it's a classic analysis with an APA label to go.

Doreen, you're an unmistakable, incontrovertible,

indisputably textbook defined, spousal abuser.

If it wantonly kills like a weasel and acts like a

weasel, then it is a weasel in its ways.

As for red herrings, I do have degrees and, here,

I've field studied you for over six years,

which is more than required for a Masters.

The advice in such as this, is not to wait for change.

It's come to terms, stand up, get the hell out, and run.

Yes, good advice: "Run Forrest, run!"

It came down to only one other choice: forced norms

which were markedly different than your own. But,

this is Earth, not Gor. This is America and here by God,

nothing can or is going to put you down or hold you back.

Acknowledgement

In regard to interpersonal

relationships,

strife is your

life blood!

You were much too fierce

an opponent.

I happily admit defeat,

take my life

and retire

from the field.

Did I Miss Something Here

I remained the same.

You never remained pleased.

Am I missing something?

All In Its Place

Doreen is ever-present

and supreme.

Kul.

I've no problem

with that.

It is as it

should be.

Expecting Words of Love

Honey, you look for love.

You have given me PTSD;

some things

stay foremost

in your mind.

As for Change

As for change

you didn't

you haven't

you don't

you wont

and you can't.

It's ok.

I Prefer Avoid Comparisons But

Look at it this way

in your need to compare.

Even if you actually

had more bounty to share,

it certainly didn't

mean you came forth of a

will to offer more.

Regardless, as deal breakers go,

it makes any comparison but moot.

Generic Note

My time is well spaced.

I have no need for the

disruptions of nonsense.

Eve's Prophecy

You defied Eve's prophecy.

It was waiting for you.

Its time is now gone.

The gods held of time

shall entertain it no more.

A Culpability of Acceptance

'You knew I was a bitch

when you met me.

Just accept it as it is.'

It may have seemed I did;

but in truth, I no way

accepted your acting

as you've seem fit insist.

More Past Tense

As far as 'life' goes as it was,

you separated yours from mine

with your circus games and ship at sail

with planting your feet firmly on deck

when instead, they were always

found planted firmly upon my neck.

All Things in Order

All things are in order,

thoughts come and go

as they should and

drop away

of good proportion

clearly thought

in the movings on of time.

Too Bad

You never got

'friendship and more'.

You never got

'enter into this place as a guest'.

You never got

beyond seeing what's in front

of you as 'your take'.

Too bad. There's a lot you didn't get.

Of Higher Vantage

You chose not learn

to get along with me.

I fault you not for that.

Fault me not in return

for not wanting to be

forced to get along with you.

The Skinny of a Short Synopsis

I still see you with

crowbar and bludgeon

pushing all aside in

complete absence of

sincerity and civility.

In Requiem of Predictability

She was definitely

a character;

defined in the end as being

implacably

set in her reactions.

Gardening in the Inner Landscape

There is no anger, pique nor,

ferment of a vex unresolved.

I am simply amicably adapted in

being pissed off

to beyond a place

of any recompense.

So, if you're still looking

for me to say something nicer,

I could in maintaining direction

say, validly held,

you are in finality

but memories incompleted.

Appropriateness of Compassion

A winning argument can

be made both ways

regarding compassion.

It can be supremely lofty

and be all about

Ohm, Ohm, Ommm;

Or, be rightly esteemed

serve well as a

high concept

Set in its place while

girding yourself and

warning the world.

Medusa is real and has a face.

An Ultra Simplicity of Analysis

I have experienced and gone from

trust to

belief to

logic to

hope to

patience to

the absurdity

of faith.

The results were always the same.

There was nothing left.

There was no excitement

to look

anywhere

beyond

the acrimony

you continued

hold forth.

With Peace All Things Are Possible

I do not base it first

upon companionship nor,

upon sensual expression.

I base it first, above all, upon peace.

Composition of Friendship

Truth does not flow forth

from you in any

sustainable manner.

You asked for a friend

but, have not

acted in friendship.

Reasoning Become the Game

I couldn't depend on you for shit.

There was never a truth beyond the chaos of

your discontent where it always got the best of you.

Your reasoning in moving all blame outwards

invariably became my need to change and me.

Well thank you. It was your discontent.

Unfortunately, the controlling of all change

became the thunder, lightening and fury of your game.

Coming to Terms with Normal

Just thinking Chaos,

maybe it's not that you are

intrinsically nasty;

Although you still do

have the inherent problem

of saying one thing

and doing another,

You simply do not

have a functionally defined normal.

Your Saying and Doing

Chaos, your saying

one thing and

doing another;

makes companionship

with you

an oxymoron.

Your Times Alone of Peace

Sensibility finds clearly

you've made it very much easier

to be without you than with you.

You are memories on the

other side of acceptance.

Freed of control and animus,

I am without imaginings of

longing, regret or remorse.

Doreen3-4-5-6 in Time

I can not nor will not help you.

I have not the stomach for its

impossible demands or,

unreachable imaginings.

Doreen3-4-5-6, there is a time

to recognize, that life moves on.

I mean being totally real, if one or

the other or both, find themselves

fucked over enough times,

it clearly just makes sense.

Of Your Petition for Continuance

It is no longer what you say.

It is what you have done

and have continued to do.

The remorse of your words is

but unending continuance of

confessions from the past.

How can one be expected in an

allowance of full sanity

to deal with someone whom

according respect is no longer possible?

Collection of Short Thoughts

I was tired of you

corralling and crusifying me.

I am sorry Doreen

but you have made yourself

who you are,

you were truthfully false

too much to deal with

and much too intense.

Finality

For a while, it was

minimizing the risks

[...serious violins here...]

From functional, physical,

and environmental harm.

Then in failure

it devolved down

to enduring it

I think no longer.

Hey, It Really Was

You predictably unshadowed and,

coldcocked me on

a, like highly shortened,

over-the-top horid, cycle of PMS.

Hey, out of hand is out of hand.

You seem to think you are sorry,

"for disappointing me?"

Oh no, I'd say

its much worse,

you flayed me without pity or reprieve.

Little Use For Transitory Apparitions

Your word as been fully

measured and observed;

once of Deference

and then as Obedience.

You failed to give reason to

either believe or hold hope.

So no, I don't trust you.

You have not given me

reason to do so.

The most you have given me

are the placations

and platitudes of

but a temporary lip service:

like a blowjob for a cuckold.

Where You Are Is By Far the Best

You are much more

dissatisfied not

having your way

with me

Than you are

having your way

with yourself.

Think about it.

Spock Revisited

When one does not afford

another peace,

what good is the place of love

without its peace.

To the Contrary

You did use me.

You gave me no

respect of truth.

When It Came To That

You complained

criticised and confronted.

Did I do so also?

Yes, when it came to that.

Within an Enjoyment of My Life

Oh yah, there are good things

I pleasantly remember;

but, understand me grinning

knowing the pleasure

of taking my garbage out

knowing without you

it's not going to come back to

bite me in the ass.

You wished insinuate the power

to compromise me:

of happy humour I think now not.

The Difference Is

You may hear but

you don't listen:

you don't analytically

entertain

but your opinion of

a fixed black and white

where you have

given your position

and the rest be damned.

And that's that!

As for the listening;

I imagine on my behalf

in comparison that I do

whereas, you tend not to.

Unsustained Peace

Peace can be found

as an absence of dissatisfactions.

Your stimulation

in need for change and never enough

forestalled your

evaluating in accomplishing so doing.

Runnin' frum Luv

Loove is least at issue.

Luv can easily be

a problem.

Louie loved you and

you ran.

So, let's

get real about this;

here it's

trusted communication.

You never gave me that.

Others' Reality

You have to deal

with how you

choose to think:

actions are manifest of acuter reality.

Much of your logic

is built upon

an embracing of anger:

actions then in fire and confrontation.

A Perhaps Note

Chaos, it's best you quit seeing me

as easy opportunity

to guile of

other than who you are.

When you have that figured out

there will be a peace

with what you

might have then brought.

The Componentization of Confrontation

It boiled down to your composites of

active mind

vision

frustration

discontent

adamancy

change

normal

conquest

control

laurels

recognition

relationship

vindictiveness

wiles

love

accolades

possession

and what you chose to do with them.

Want Too Is Relative

I do not need you but would

have wanted you

if you weren't possessed of that

which is definitely,

neither wanted nor needed.

Tongue in Cheek of Calm Subsidence

It's peaceful, pleasant and,

most acceptable without you.

What was of goodness you brought

was not without being

the punching bag of your discontent.

Missed Opportunities

A freedom from discontent

showed itself

as an impossibility

for thee.

All opportunities awaited

then withered,

held unattained so

close beyond.

Achievability of Progress

You are not capable of

direct, outside reason.

Therefore, any modification

must come laboriously

and correctly from within.

All About Love in Hindsight

I loved Girl. I was on her side.

Problem was

we both

kept getting

coldcocked and cuckolded by Doreen.

Kicking in the Door

I gave you the key to my life

as it was.

You took the key and threw

it away

Attempting to substitute it with

that of

your own.

A Chaos Made of a Misguided Love

It's more than fighting with

and eliminating your actions.

It's modifying their causation

where others of being are seen

conflicted impediments thwarting

your needs of high recognition.

There is a much larger reality

made of beings beyond yourself.

Your Exclusivity vs. Mine

I loved you of good heart

and completely.

What more could you ask for?

Most ask for bonsai'ing it

into exclusivity

and you were no different.

Openly I set myself aside

from any discontent

involved of your necessity.

Obedience Was Only the Measure

You inevitably, always

rose up

to confront me

with the harassments

of your displeasures.

It wasn't your disdain

of 'obedience';

it was ignoring in any

understanding your

daggers of discontent.

A Humour Seen Asking Too Much

Did I really ask too much?

I only in essence asked

you give me a break;

basically, laying off me in

your lacerations of

vehemently barbed disapproval.

You seemed rebel at my asking.

Did I cause a great harm

or offence in this?

Perhaps, it was just in the

requiring termination

of your cutthroat behaviour.

It Remained Always the Same

It's always the same.

There is no time certain of peace.

You create conditions

after the fact of

what has been agreed upon

beforehand.

You slather me with your

bubbling cyclic poison of discontent.

You harass me. You confront me.

What use have I for

the child of such deficient actions

where the game you

define yourself by

is more important

than your spoken word.

Peace of Being as It Relates to Chaos

The only gift we have is our time.

Someone who wishes

to own all of it;

mold, maneuver and manipulate it

to their fulfillment,

is working at odds

against my peace.

I don't want the thorns involved

to be enticed enjoy the rest of it.

Capricious Inclusions

In considering creative space

it deeply includes

achieving and maintaining a

happily unfettered mind.

I had invited you into both the happy

sanctity of my mind

and the sanctuary of my place:

unfortunately for me;

It arrived with your requirements of

arbitrary modifications

which included, your capricious

inclusions of me.

Deal Breakers

No matter the comendableness

held forth by the pros,

Any equivocation of the cons

is not near enough

To find moved acceptability into

any a larger picture.

Laughter Like Pixie Dust

I've been mindwriting you

in the past tense.

The laugh in looking is,

that it flows like a breeze

in what past for

the present.

Beyond Any Compromise of Collaborating

It's come clearly to review,

If I were about to combine

my needs and carefully

considered wants

With yours, or anyone like you;

I would need have found in theirs

More than but a one dimensional

lip service to integrity

and, be heartfelt theatre

To life's moving forward in amity.

Thus, you were allowed no say over my life;

and, should have quit envisioning otherwise.

Self Love Can Be Optimal for Survival

Truly, and make no mistake,

I'm quite fine without you.

What you brought of positivity

and good mind was appreciated:

I was able to remain a loving being.

What you brought of need, discontent,

savage complaint, and deceit;

Was totally and overwhelmingly

confrontationally untenable.

It was, beyond any compromise of reason.

An Ecology of Resolve

I am genuinely content without you.

Why should I then sacrifice 'that'

to enjoin the free fall of

your discontent and ennui.

Enticements of compatibility

presented exchange in return

dim in latitude to leave of peace.

I am genuinely content without you.

Do Not Mistake the Use of crave

i craved good company

but i crave not disharmony

nor dysfunction in

any of their forms

is there any part of that you

didn't really yet get

My Crafting is Not Forged of Your Shears

Shape-Shifter

you are gone

...banished / removed

in an absolute lack of stomach

or furtherance of patience.

Discontent and accusations

you are gone

...banished / removed

with your prison bars forged

of whining self-interest.

Loving the Becoming of Doreen

Doreen-one and Doreen-two are

Doreens of choice

which then become naturally

as a Doreen-three.

At least, it's made only not

of but Doreen-one.

Palette of Confrontation

Allowing you

in welcome

brings us to the

ever changing

unchanged palette

of confrontation

you so hold fast to.

And You Chaos

And you Chaos, you

so lordly,

shall only come into

my world

in obedience to peace.

Then, and only then,

shall we find

it completed in a

communication

of unwavering integrity.

Choices In Regard to a Perfect Day

'Questions and accusations

lead to

discontent and chaos.'

So too do,

Discontent and confrontation

lead to

accusations and turmoil.

Further Thoughts on Unabated Morphing

'But you like me

the way I am

and you wouldn't have

it any other way.'

Yes, perhaps I do

but; it is you

who say also and equally

you have changed.

Which permutation

should I then

acknowledge as that being

in its presenting?

Faith Is Fantasy Until Proven

You have made a mockery

of trust and continuity.

You leave me

with but faith.

And, necessity

of obedience

where, what transpires,

is most easily measured.

Choices of the Collar

You have acquired both

the names Chaos

and Obedience.

You best now clearly

and wisely choose

of Obedience.

Let It Remain Not Misunderstood

Do you think

I wish this sanctuary

of my being and place made my penitentiary?

No; it is not

defacto yours to do so

because I have openly welcomed you into it.

Visitations of Women of Perfection

I enjoy my sister, Mistress Tina.

I enjoy her kind oneness immensely.

She is not in their imaginings what

others might call 'The perfect woman'.

As I would have with your company,

she is, a woman of wise perfection.

Setting Of a Master Choice

My goals do not

define my happiness

nor, do my preferences

qualify as needs.

Thus, well considered,

home stone is taken as

the place and salon of

peace and camaraderie.

We All Need the Peace of Creative Space

We all need our creative space. It

markedly defines our relationships.

You are able above all others

define this sanctuary

as an acceptance of yours with

peace remaining unto me.

You though, most naturally

find cycling want of

the beauty you have left

in that which is too yours.

Set aside to that place of wholeness

you have beauty, arts of life and,

reconnections of friends and family.

It suits me well and my peace remains.

Necessity Of Creative Space

Creativity of space

is at some level

and come of time

Essential.

Sometimes it's a village.

Sometimes someone else

with an analogous

sameness of ideas,

wish enjoin of one's sanctuary

with their for better or worse.

Here, I bargain nothing for mine.

The Reconciling of Choices

You identified completely with

your persona-of-being.

You did not meaningfully care

modify your choices.

You first always do what seems

right for yourself.

You allow then that to be of

absolute justification.

You thus remain standing tall,

still, as you were.

You logically may not

deceive me in doing so.

You are necessarily removed

in this understanding.

Requested Understanding of Respect

It is my pleasure

to offer the entrance

of your world

as one of many at

your pleasure.

It is your world

where I take presence

of that pleasure

with Girl who requests

equal understanding.

If otherwise so,

I wish not take on

the impossibility

of the act misunderstood

in that responsibility.

Of My Friend and More

Tina is not your

imagined competition.

She is a reality of

life and good heart.

Like You

Like you,

others have need of

their own sphere

of free creativity.

Girl, you may be allowed it here

if you,

understand I too

have need of

that same understanding.

With Acceptance

My mind is no more

the clarion of

the universe

than yours, therefore;

I willfully

step aside.

Setting You Free

What we have now accomplished

is of high order and

the deepest of willful merit.

It is not the result in itself

of setting another free

to be as he is of good will,

It is the corner rounded

in setting you free of

the emotion of lock and key.

Trust Recalibrated

We shall no longer waste words

with each other.

Instead, we will trust what has

been given as truth.

I Am Free to Leave in Peace

I am one special of many.

I enter in kindness

and peace

to assist

your continuance to

allow as you see fit.

While I choose enter

I place your continuance

as valid and

not superseded

by discontent and feelings

of forces otherwise.

Instead

Do not be of (lies or,) embellishment.

Be instead of humble wisdom

and remain of the truth.

Of Behavioural Emphaticness

That you have argued and postulated

what is normal does

have merit in itself.

The logic regarding it

is not summarily

in error as it stands.

However, if you were ever to listen,

there is another side

too of merit in itself.

Yes, you have been heard.

Thus, hear me once as well.

If said and heard, there is but

endless repetition or,

a sharing of new synthesis.

Here, the means of sharing can not

be a juggernaut of anger,

threatening and demonizing.

That is dysfunctional and unacceptable

being itself a separate issue

not, of a normal relationship.

Behavior is one issue; your 'normal'

and 'relationship' a separate issue.

Attack Mode

Your angry, mean and

threatening,

mouth;

Sadly but continues

to be your

undoing.

Pinholes of Logic

In all good conversation

[And the willingness to listen is critical];

There can be 'two rights'

[which includes the relevance of your tangent].

However, the overriding, 'No!'

[And its use subtle become a firm foundation]

Is a failure of not listening

[and limitation to 'one right' and 'one wrong'].

Being always 'right' and imagining but 'wrong',

Would make 'you' then thus most often so, if

Held to the light of many a compelling 'right'.

Your Questions And As I Too See Myself

"Will you love me for a thousand years?"

'I loved with you

a thousand years

before you imagined

your coming to be.'

"What am I to you?"

'We are both, specs

of happenstance and,

the beauty of life

come into consciousness.'

In Defiance of Predictability

Deference of Recognized Beauty;

you have past, greatly abused

my affections

towards you.

Nonetheless,

I shall express

my appreciations

towards you.

You are of fire in your heart

And, optimistic in your intent.

Satisfaction and the Amulet of Home Stone

'Running against

the wind?'

'Running with

the wind?'

Nauuuuwh...

I need nowhere

to go

Except, where I

wish to be.

History Has Taught Me

Preserving my right to be,

I do not require

Doreen

to have

last say.

I unerringly thus

remove myself from

any such

relentless

circumstance.

I am not least willing

being an occluded

captive

trammeled

of her nets.

Realities of Who is Who

You are not the mutually exclusive liar

in regard to Deference.

The truth is, I have also been deceiving

myself with believing or

taking as truth what you say as being

different than who you are.

How Nice That Is

Girl was not different.

She just came with

everything of the

skills and knowledge

she ever was.

But, she was far superior.

When she did come with

chosen choices oh,

how tranquil and nice

that refinement was!!

A Reality of Unambiguous Care

If you wish, consider

come

and

let me treat you

as

myself.

If it is undertaken,

then

it is

a matter of my

expecting

trust.

Climbing Over Consequences

Karma is a naked bitch.

You spuriously refuse to

own or take responsibility

for where your actions

have created what has

come to be.

You think instead you can

fuck your way out of it or,

rationalize your actions

by simply showing what

you hold yourself

capable of.

Beyond Generalities

Love is necessary but, by

its generality, isn't enough.

One's behavior must adhere

to dependability and trust.

You, without such balance, ultimately

do nothing but waste my time

In destroying any truth of love

and what it might have become.

Deepest of Subterfuge

I snapped.

I was upset.

I had too much to drink.

Non sequitur.

You must be in control

of your root mind

under all of

circumstances.

Or, reveal

What still yet lurks

clear at the core

and remains

to be feared.

Courtesan of Skills

Wetsl*tt!!

There is fire

in your heart

and heat

in your belly.

Your fingers play

music upon my cords

in rifts of

a pure beauty

held in glee.

Looking Forward in a Clarity of Contradictions

You bullied in your spleen of leaving.

You claim now awareness of it

as the larger picture.

You aver you have ceased your petulance

with its patterned, manipulative,

aggressive, confrontation.

I trust, and as you lead me to believe,

I am attentive to your needs

and truly mean you well.

You have acknowledged you are re-entering

an ordered undertaking of peace

and, acceptance of what is;

where on your part there is

no seizing of final say and,

no whining your petty piques.

Caveat Emptor

You overestimate the value

of your curbside appeal.

For, I am not the one

who will willing pay for

any such charms in a

welcoming your core with

its worship of Vile and Wrath.

The Empress's Clothing

If I am not emotionally, actively,

sexually and, physically agreeable;

you should not even be here

bothering me with interludes

of but feigned completeness.

Waste not my precious time with

your seductions of baren deference;

for they are useless handfuls

of sand and false offerings spun

as imaginings of silk and gold.

In Working With Your Mind

In using those words

it is not that it

is an admonishment.

It is accepted agreement

in going forward.

In essence, I admire you

thinking twice

before you speak.

It brings forth measured and

new understandings.

Here It Is

Here it is. I like my

companionships,

albeit they be of femininity,

in slow moving, heartfelt,

bursts of such undertakings.

You, Chaos contained, can now

be more than that ebb and flow.

Contained, you have been offered

to choose your place and be in

a reality of care and kindness

as a consort of trust and truth

to an understanding of closeness

and permanence not set outside.

Or, instead, you may heedlessly

continue confront and constrict

and be of the bursts set apart.

You, Bright-Deference, of

companionship

when your mind is stilled

and claws full retracted,

may remain as peace in time.

Your Love vs. Craving None

This is now a place of both

discipline and love.

I thus, as for the love,

can now insist you

Had better quit strangling

it in its unfolding.

Do Submit of Consideration

You enter in understanding.

You and I do often enjoy

a bountiful present.

The annexe of the future

is constructed of it;

and, we have entered now,

to that very place

in the time of this analysis.

What do you have to win

in the games you play?

What do you have to lose?

What you have to win

is what you determine,

and unknown, will come to be.

What will be lost is that which

of discontent, cast aside

will cease thus coming to be.

Entering This Place

Girl must enter this place as Girl.

And; stay with that understanding.

A logic and its appearance of Doreen,

shall neither intercede nor prevail.

Music You Have Made With Peace

Your deference to the peace, which so

sublimely envelops around,

is not so much a submission of person,

although the form may certainly be,

it is truly more a coming to harmony

in motion with the rhythm

of the music that is so ever-present; if,

it is just left granted the grace to be.

Here, the dramas of confrontation

have faded to soft silence

in the harmonics of a deep quietude

sung of thankfulness and good will.

Lost Possibilities

Dumb Ass, you've

been fighting

and harassing

for the very things

your imagined

nemeses don't have.

Safari No Longer of Dalliance

There is no bargaining.

There are no longer

the baggage bearers

stopping to

set up tea

with tent and umbrella.

There is no table to

sit across and conciliate;

the path forward

goes gently

on instead:

the journey is unbroken.

When You Are Ready

When you are ready,

you may again take entry.

It will be with

your head held high

as a submissive

to this place and

to its understandings.

This is your only status:

and, your only expectation.

It is not about you

interceding your worth.

It will be with

your head held high

as a submissive

to this place and

to its understandings.

When you are ready,

you may again take entry.

Of Your Endless Games

We played your endless games.

Now, there is my game.

It, will last

only as long

as 'I wish it'.

Little Isis and Her Pedestal

You have many disparate paths and choices.

You can not possibly ever follow them all.

Bring Little Isis again

dragging her pedestal, and

I shall strikingly

immolate her machinations.

Pull that shit again and

you will hear GladHeart

take call to court

with the sounds of armour.

Better by far instead, align yourself

to a realm of imperturbable possibility.

What choice you choose, you must will

follow with both peace and unambiguity.

House of Cards in the Wind

You WILL

give up your war

with words and

the morass of logic

which supports it.

Words of "love",

"them"; and,

"What am I?"

My gods,

your Tower of Babel is

but a house of cards

built upon the wash of

winds, tides, and sand.

Acting As If

I long ago stated

clear my case.

You continue to

chew and claw

(sorry for being so direct)

acting as if

one of us,

were stupid.

The Confluence of Time

I can't even remember

how we parted.

Your things are gone.

Was it this

time, or last?

Obviously Not Ready

You're obviously not ready

until you find

what you want.

Or, come to terms of integrity

with that which

is openly offered.

Love Dangerously Mishandled

Your love has been like

a loaded gun,

held passed to me

with your finger

offhandedly on the trigger and

the barrel bore presented first.

My passing of love to you

has been like

handing out the

nails which would

affix one upon their own cross, and

offering you then the hammer as well.

The Story of Cast Away Names

Brooklyn was seduction,

jealousy, and

shit kicking hell.

Abusive Cunt was Chaos

until Chaos became

a badge of honour.

Mountain Girl was she

who found awe

astride two wheels.

Orchid remains real,

but her flowering

never survived with

the abuse of the

Crone's discontent.

Little Isis, I adored

but who's kick ass

pedestal climbing

flinted like a succubus

bred of Narcissus.

Serenity was felt, and

will never be denied,

but was lost

to the 'me' and 'I'

of 'More!'.

Obedience and Deference; but

clean linens soiled and torn

when girded upon Chaos.

Bowed kajira Sleene,

probably my favorite;

and, most aptly named.

Go Find Your Richie

Go find your Richie; or

A Village man who will buy

what you are selling.

Wrap up his clinging on in your

satisfactions extracted from the

rackings for your respects and,

the garrotings made of your love.

The Last Visit With Its Honesty

Your honesty was exceptionally good.

I could, in candor, reevaluate based

on the pedestal of

your halcyon imaginings.

Your not going fiercely crazy,

was over-the-top excellent.

Your accusations and meanness

kindly abated before

fully found ignited.

You thus departed this sanctuary

still within the bounds of peace.

Find then, your vortex of love;

its all consuming dais

of effete respects

inscribed upon an obelisk proclaiming

your, peerless ascendancy of place.

Reiteration

As I have said clearly;

And I hope it is known

foremost,

'I seek not power; only,

simply respite from it.'

The Dark Side of D&s

The Dark side of D&s

is mostly less

and nothing more

than the light shining

In the covert and rightly

sinless depth

of your mind.

Your DOM shall see

that, that sequestered

hunger for life

is neither diminished,

nor ignored

But rather, encouraged.

Secretly Confided Accommodation

A word causing others to cringe,

to us, is untroubling and

inoffensively descriptive.

You come in understanding

you are Slutt-Sleene;

Slutt-Sir's Slutt-Sleene.

You serve in this understanding,

and in that place

all doors of your

Deepest imaginings as you wished

have become placed

candidly before you.

Your Master and DOM is pleased;

and you Slutt-Sleene,

have slyly confirmed

You are happily pleased as well.

    Laudation: Pink's 'Slut Like You'

The It Is Now So Well Beyond Annoyance and Wasted Words

If 'submitted' sleene is sincere in the undertaking of her petitions;

then, she shall move quietly in the courtyards and chambers of

my House and mind. It will be in serves and deference to a

Master of House and his remaining pleased. In this, it is not

the school girl's prison of others, it is instead, the attainment

of a peace and quiet pleasure in that of your DOM's domain.

These Are Your Words

These are your words, remember them.

"Sir, no questions or accusations,

they only lead to discontent and chaos.

With all her breath

With all the strength of her body

She asked if she could lay down

Before you

The one who is master dominant

And looking forward

Not in the rearview mirror

Kissing your feet

And petitioning if you would allow her

To be your submissive

To serve you and

To keep you free

Free spirit

She is looking up

With a strong

Back bone

And understanding

What she is asking for.

And most of all to allow you to be free."

If there is integrity, unspoken will come trust.

What will unfold, will come but from that alone.

At This Point

At this point,

you saying

it so, in no way

makes it so.

If In Any Small Way

If in any small way

I have cleaned

your mind

of hate

and the

misuse

of love

then

I have not ventured

this travail

bereft of

success.

No More Lies Small or Big

You lie by your

own admission

(quickly and often).

They often start out as the

misdirectioning of

your ferreting; and,

in your stubbornness,

you end up by

getting caught

in the lies come

forth in sticking to them.

You lie by your

own admission

(quickly and often).

Reply to Your Accusations and Insecurities

First off, this is no longer suppose to be

about 'Snow White', 'The Sleeping Beauty', or

'Cinderella' when it is you

who are the firestorm of Maleficent!

Secondly, and to the the spells now crackling,

if it were, whoever it was,

it will not be a single person;

nor will I be led to a cage by their crotch.

Having Dealt With Your Feelings

Having dealt with your feelings

[Sorry, not overly nicely said,

just uneuphemistically, starkly,

and succinctly presented instead;]

Your feelings are like a cockroach

that would, then in its allowance,

multiply to overrun and infest,

all pantry, home stone, and House.

[.... just sayin'.]

Propensity and Stage Devoid of Sanitizing

You, trollop of exulted chastity,

have disparagingly

penciled me as pimp.

I chuckle; it is your choice of words.

You, who would would swap for enjoyment

in clear conscienced gain,

and pay your rent with 'it'

of an untroubled pleasure and glee;

If those then are your chosen words,

then either you,

whore for me, or

continue whore on with someone else.

Given your choice of words, for clarity,

when with me,

I am DOM and

I am a slutt.

You are girl

and remain

still a slutt.

You are whore

to a DOM and

I am whatever

snipe you see

fit to call me.

Bait Kajira of Divulgence

Freely and quite openly,

you have

entreatied

the high adventure of

our theatre of

guiltless play.

You have five to ten,

or more

years left.

Cease cavorting with strife

or squander

of the time.

You are a mischief imp,

without sin.

I am a mischief imp,

without shame.

Either, you ballast frolic

with me, or

sport of your vyings with

someone else.

In Epilogue [2]:

As for some of the

limitations of our

communication;

Your vocabulary seems

not the least inclusive

of resolute,

Your dictionary seems

fully devoid citations

of integrity.

In Epilogue [1]:

Professing to any sweet wellspring of

a love held in your presence

has long ago, unfailingly shown

it but instantly lays oneself

Open to an abject tragedy of misuse.

Analysis:

There is absent a compatibility of trust.

We had proved ourselves incompatible

wrought of lack of integrity of word

and action before any thought of D&s.

We have proved ourselves incompatible

after resorting to its form as the

last remaining necessity of any hope.

Do as thee will, and bring harm to none.

Footnote:

As for this Sir,

Master and DOM thing;

I hope I am never

again put in a position

where it is my last

and only resort.

Journey Well in Peace

I have given you

the accusations,

cuts, and rebellion

of last words.

Journey well in peace.

Occasionally or Each Time

If you wish enjoin more often

you simply must, but

present deference

more often.

It is the same,

except but different

in duration than what

You choose and are doing now.

You Ask Girl Be Kept Close

Girl is the only one

who can separate herself

from the actions of

she who is not.

She who is not,

is but like light

shone upon Medusa.

Then It Is Not

If you can't break

(as in a magnificent horse)

your ego to be of a

functional harmony

in a willfulness of

an understanding as

attunement with mine;

Then it is not.

Being Nice To You

You mistake niceness

shown unto you as

a coin of

abundance and power.

You dress yourself in

its possessiveness

as an Empress

of imperious sway.

All others become then

in service to you,

the lady of

professed integrity

made

rich.

My Head is Held in My Hands

You are a trying experience of

well meant experimentation

with a reality

that has not yet born

any fruits become

riper or sweeter.

They remain but a bitterness

of frostbit offerings of

ancient beginnings.

Be It As It May

For better or worse

you're still resistant.

I will take it as it is.

It is just something

I shall not take entertain.

Vestal and the Theatre of Mischief

Here, I play as the

DOM-Bitchella.

Vestal, as you are also

with full mischief,

You are as play the,

Girl-Bitchella.

It is not that theatre

won't be of many hats,

nor composted of many

turns of kink

(I too enjoy in

making it happen);

It's just that, I will cause

what comes to be

to come to be.

And gleefully, you will cause

what will come to be

to become happen.

I balance to you in 'your world',

but when you have

entered into 'this world';

As it is by will and choice,

it is theatre of 'my world'

in its frolic of undertaking.

Questions and Assumptions

When you take someone as stupid,

or your actions by admission

have been so reflective,

Be neither reactive nor surprised

if the light comes back

to fully shine upon you.

Your Present Behavior Today

You are like the girl

tapping upon the glass!

Poofs ~

impinge of little matter.

The only hope otherwise

to its ceaselessness

of intrusion upon all

that is of peace and sanity,

is if the gods be willing,

that your finger but gets,

painfully, tired and sore.

In the Time Intervening

There is nothing so far

to get me bent out of shape.

I watch for the next

crescent moon of your behaviour,

But, in the time intervening,

I am pleased with you in its absence.

Proud of You

Girl has succeeded mightily.

Your DOM and Sir is proud.

You have shown set the forms of discipline.

You have shown the order of status and place.

You have shown the strengths of a calmed mind.

You have shown understanding of a Master's House.

You have come to the deepest core of simplicity,

where there is of pride,

peace, and acceptance.

To Girl

Doreen is full like

the cat from Hell.

It no longer comes around.

I shed no tears.

My 'Need to Know'

My need to know is

If you are dependable

beyond the rants

and constraints

Of your own logic.

No Thanks Doreen

I am totally tired of you.

There is only Doreen left;

Doreen with her

jackboots

and baggage

of expectations

on a leash

'She' determinedly

and firmly holds.

I am totally tired of you.

You bring no lasting peace;

nor, any continuity of joy.

My world is much larger than,

and my journey far beyond,

the imprisonment of your mind.

Come to Consider Otherwise

You've attempted

place me

in your path.

I've come to consider

otherwise in this.

Poetry Regarding Nice Things

When you know what's

just around the corner,

There's no sense in

inveigling the reality

of the present;

when using the context

of what has unfailingly

been presented next,

just makes better sense.

It's Only My Limited Take

You're really a

very fucked up

individual

When it comes to

dealing with

my world.

Mind you,

it's just from my

limited perspective.

Regardless,

your antics, deception

and untrustworthiness,

Have made you unwelcome.

Differing Scriptures

You, Doreen, are not

allowed within, nor

proximity without,

To attempt, imagine,

or forced march

improve upon,

Transform or subsume

my journey of

understanding

To the nature of the self,

or scriptures of love

as so you define.

Acknowledging She Behind the Looking Glass

You easily would have

others believe, and the

imperceptive fall prey instead

with your shadow self.

Even you, when you get over

your own susceptibility

have no choice acknowledge

she, behind your mirror.

This you've become, long ago

morphed as a reflection

beguiling most and self as well.

Me, necessarily I've stepped aside.

Stepping Stones of Worlds

You may be worth it, but

dealing with you

in your worlds;

not worth it

in the least.

Sanctuary of House and Home Stone

Ahhhhhh, life is good.

There is no pressure I put upon myself

(or is put upon me).

There is peace.

The night is still and beautiful.

The whiskey sips

with quiet salutations

of moderation.

The coffee follows in its

exotic fullness.

I will likely see my

bowed and submitted

Girl Sleene in welcome Thursday.

Yes, the universe flows and flexes

and life is truly good;

and, of

celebration and gratitude.

GladHeart

Gorean Understanding

The Master continues

deem as he does.

Is there a problem so far?

She who chooses enter

into that reality

is in that understanding.

In that, it is undertaken.

In that, it is accomplished.

You Must Let Go

You Must Let Go

You must let go

of imprisoning

me in your dreams.

You must let go

and only good

shall come of it.

If you wish,

you shall share and

favour my experiencing.

If you wish not,

you may withdraw instead,

most gracefully in peace.

I Would Also Call You Vestal

I do also call you

Vestal

it incorporates

wetslutt,

Orchid, and

bowed Serenity

It is pleasing

it is true

it is your

nature

Admitting to Real Needn't Be Hard

A man does not,

in appraising the feminine,

tend to turn it endlessly inward;

Nor do women necessarily,

in their outwardly evaluation

of coming to first impressions;

before the meeting of the minds

and the intoxication of presentation

with its nuanced play of personality.

Let's be honest:

there is the,

no thanks,

maybe later,

after a few

drinks, and

"Well alrighty now!"

Let's be honest:

there is noway

and, no thanks,

or hmmmmm, yes.

And of hmmmm, yes;

'F*ck yah.', and

"Oh f*ck, yahhhh!!"

You, Feminine of Delight,

if it were

twenty year olds,

'hmmmm, yah'

if it were

thirty year olds,

'yes, oh yes'

if it were

forty and beyond,

"Oh yes, F*CK YES!!"

You simply remain a lithe vestal

alive and vibrant in the body of

a forty year old.

That Which Makes Your Anger Burn

In your coming to

honesty with self,

and others,

you have seen your anger

and the

high liberation of

being freed from it.

Yes, but be warned!!

in the thinking of,

"You've got it!"

and, that it's at once contained.

For in doing so,

you've but given allowance

it insidiously linger and remain.

And with that allowance;

justification to all

which preceded

the logic and blaze of your anger:

the red smoldering

of the twins come burst

into flame exonerated and acclaimed.

No Girl, it's not anger alone,

it's all within that

has brought it to be.

That is what must be cooled and

most diligently

expurged, as too,

the ember eyed twins to air of day.

Yes, and some would say

when the flame is

fully beaten down,

extinguished, the fire is then out;

and I would say,

most have not seen a

ground fire smolder in stealth lay wait.

Colloquially Pithed Control

At this point,

it is not just

controlling your

go to personality,

it also includes,

debauched frenzy

of an undiluted temper.

You delight yourself,

reveling in glory,

as being that

independent woman

who chewed them up

and spit them out,

so self-trained of past.

Only Brooklyn, you can not

begin control me

in coming to terms

with the choices

you have undertaken

in recognizing

I am not bone to be chewed.

Kajira Seleen

It's good to have

a Girl with backbone.

I am too appreciative

of the privileges

given me

in that kindness.

What It's All About

Take notice. Slow down the mind.

It's not

the turning

of it off,

although too

it can be

the ability

to do so,

it's simply

the seeing

of things but

before their

apparition is

fully arisen.

Take heed. Attune the mind.

Proceeding Forth From the Lab

I am of integrity in

wishing cause no harm;

but that is not least contrary

to my proceeding forth.

There are no options left

to experiment with.

All time of experimentation

is far done with.

The lab doors are closed:

assays of experience

now analysed and completed;

so done I wend forth.

An Unpossessed Journey

Unpossessed is become

my natural state

of would and do

where I simply

in expediency

accomplish things

as need be done

Naturally, in my own way

I simply discern

that which I

would and want

and observantly,

best as I see fit,

continue forth

You, Kajira Sleene;

may encourage,

you may assist,

but in no way,

continue in the

self-serving of

your hindrance.

Leave Me As I Am Trammeled Not

I give you your space.

It is as you've

always had it

when apart from me.

As well in this space,

it is similarly mine;

thus of you,

I wish an equal privilege.

Unicorn

What is the first poem

I wrote for you?

It was

'Flight of the Unicorn'.

Then, you were much

too antithetical

to peace and order.

As a kajira, you

have become

that perfection.

Tell Eve

Tell Eve, you didn't surrender

to outside of yourself.

You did surrender to rise above

that held within you.

A Cosplay of the Mind

I am GladHeart

of Port Kar.

Fantasy?

No; considered representation.

I am prosperous

and I am free

in both the

maelstrom and beauty of America.

I simply state this

to salute such

reality with

my festive appreciation of it.

Maps Crayon'd of Misdirection

It's become most natural to you.

It's for now.

So, is what you're offering in

the wooded glen

Real, or of any sustaining value,

beyond those

facades of now?

Master Unapologetically

It has come to

for these visits

you will address me

as, "My Dom."

You have used sir

in the mental drift

of the unfailing, `I of me`

to treat Sir as a Douglas.

Your bon bon flippancy shall cease.

Stay, and there are no trapdoors;

there is only, the front door home.

To Those Who Would Say

To those who [would say]

"I want(ed) to hurt you!"

Get immediately beyond, or

Give me a great distance

beyond all undertakings made of

such dysfunction and confrontation.

Your Happy Jibber Jabber

I awake too happily; and readily encourage

you continue on;

as it is admittedly,

pleasant and cathartic to us both.

Mark kindly however, as Master of House,

I do wish reserve right

to, as necessary, move

focused flow to a subject matter at hand.

Enjoining Your Mind

Who enjoins your mind

and,

in allowance,

Enjoys it?

Watch the Subterfuge

It was again pure bullshit,

But luckily,

was somewhat well meaning.

Be always of truth to all

With but,

the little flexibility that entails.

Enjoyment of Your Company

I enjoy feeling the peace

of your company

when not strangled by love.

Be it as celebration of life!!

And in that,

I can find great love of you!!

As such, it is not limited

to the finding

of one intimacy made ultimacy,

It is the celebration of life's

fullest inclusion in

an understanding of what is more.

The Here and There of Truth

You brighten my

life (as Girl).

You are contentment,

you are love,

you are kindness,

you are peaceful intent.

Am I wrong in

thinking it so?

I think not.

Use of the Word 'She' as a Discipline

Girl is having her mind

manipulated, trained,

and made to work

in a previously

unconsidered awareness;

much as doth, in good grace and deference,

the Queen of England,

with her royal, "We ...."

and, "On behalf of my family and myself....".

It is not the obliteration of

the 'me' and the 'I';

it is a discipline

of awareness in the

theatre of form and order

into which you have come.

It is being aware of the choice

that there is both;

for without that choice,

there is just the one.

There is but only alone,

the 'me' and the 'I'.

Please and Thank You

Please is generally implicit.

But, Girl,

if I neglect please, please

get over it.

If I treat you as I would and

most certainly do

myself in a comfort of being,

know, I don't

most often go around saying,

"Please." to myself.

Opinions

A pit bull clearly voices its opinion.

I feign not compare you to a pit bull,

but, nonetheless, in your case,

as a pit bull's actions

lay claim to its right,

and its demeanor

most often precedes,

I lay rest my opinions and go no further.

We Shall See

We shall but see the wheel as it turns.

Hopefully, you have gained

the ability to

take responsibility

And take hold that responsibility

before it fatedly

slips again away

in your penchant

for confrontation

adjudicated,

approved, and

sanctified

in the councils and courts

of darkness,

discontent,

and chaos.

A Kajira of Names in the Setting Aside of Her Own

'Obedience', under certain circumstances,

may be hard for you to deal with

as you.

Consider then, your Christian name given had

been bestowed upon you as 'Patience'.

For gawds sake, it's just the discipline

and smarts to be of peace and place

as you,

move forth

of mind

to know that I am neither a hapless object

nor, without recourse, a helpless bauble in

an orchestration of your unregulated games of love.

Acts of a Loving Person

See its extent

consider them not more

than deep Kindnesses

borne of a loving person

What a concept!!!!

One where love may

not be made folly of and

tortured into measures

but rather found be felt

Infused thoughin.

Your Coming to Patience

I ask you,

isn't it ultimately healthier

to self and situation when

one directs their thought

with overruling wisdom away from

dissatisfaction and retributions of

'getting even', and 'wanting to hurt'

someone (or things) because you

instead have placed the blame

of your dissatisfactions upon those,

the others outside the circumstances of

your powers of influence and indulgence?

I tell you,

seen so, peace and perfection are then

understood as an evolving state of mind

in a thankfulness beyond dissatisfaction.

Reply to your Petition

Girl Seleen, continue start by showing patience.

You will thus find you have made a beginning with

succeeding with discipline, and your mind will start

in its accomplishment of being both clear and calm

in your undertaking of your proclaimed sworn fealty.

When the time is declared, you will be allowed to

take entry as Girl Obedience and serve in the truth

of your desire of place. You will serve in Gorean

simplicity where nothing is not understood. You will

be a Master's asset of home stone and, without shame,

serve the free as he sees fit. You will not deviate

from kindness and peace, nor in the showing of it

upon your face in the form of a heartfelt smile.

You shall cease your charge of words and thoughts;

and, listen instead when spoken to. You will measure

your words or muzzle them: they shall not stray into,

belabouring your wisdom, hopscotching with subject

matter and, most of all, not stray into rebellion and

meanness. You will find your greatest two assets in a

clarity of the obedience that is called for, are those of

silence and, "Yes, Sir!"

Forming and Ordering of Thought

Look, you seek

the peace of my company,

and I enjoy

your company in peace.

Therefore, peace it will be,

for without, not at all.

Interestingly,

if that is understood,

then there is

no gateway left leading

to the ego

of old stories.

Forced Arbitration

Shut up and listen!

Why you;

and not me?

Though I may,

at times need to,

I do not make

a habit of it,

as do you,

so endlessly

and thoughtlessly.

To the Repetitiveness of Incessant Wisdom

If I don't subscribe

to the primacy

of your feelings,

in all matters at hand,

then I would suggest

you are mistaken

imagining it should be so.

Does that make me

always right and

you always wrong?

No, it is simply that as to

the context of the issue at hand,

it is non sequitur,

moot, and of no bearing.

And, in that, I am not wrong.

What It Is

Am I judged with you

now overbearing

and egotistical?

Measured by political correctness,

unfortunately for me,

probably, yes.

If so; it is then now time to

put on your big girl panties,

and in penance,

To keep up with it.

Thinking Not

You think your love

deserves an absolute return?

I think not.

'Double, double toil and trouble';

You may continue stirring

your cauldrons of logic to

'make the gruel thick and slab',

craftily defining it, as you wish:

'Fire burn and cauldron bubble'.

You think your love

deserves an absolute return?

I think not.

For, I shall most steadfastly;

drinketh nowiht of its 'charm'.

Honestly

Not that I've nothing

to learn from you

(and often times do)

It's mostly that often,

(content wise)

I wish choose,

be alternately occupied.

Not Unknown

It's for me.

Why couldn't

it be?

At least I'm

upfront

and what I ask

is not unknown.

The Extents of Deference

In your entreaty to come back,

you have to realize,

we do not any longer,

nor in the least,

play any of your muddied games.

Thus, if you do come forward

in any truth, you

then too let me alone define

all constructing of

what has construed your games.

Ms. Perfect in Need of Acclaim

It has become a knotted knurl,

a deeply embedded ligaturing

set within your constructs of mind.

This need for validity and recognition

has metamorphosized a dark Ms. Perfect

beyond a substantiveness of integrity.

Harmonics of an Interlude

Do not take entry,

unless in that

interlude,

you can be

critical naught.

It has permeated me

all round as my

interlude,

and one which

I seek sustain.

You're Driving Me Crazy

You're Driving Me Crazy

You're driving me crazy

with my imperfections

in regard

to you.

This theatre will cease.

Either you embrace

the alternative,

or melt away.

Quiet of the Night Fountain

Be silent here.

The night speaks of

its place in nature.

It is like your

times of meditation

undertaken in the mask.

Only, now here

one can open both

their eyes and ears.

Seleen's Oath of Home Stone

This is Master GladHeart's home stone.

I am Girl. Girl has entered only in service

and deference to this House and home stone.

All others are free. Girl shall address them

as Master and Mistress. As Girl, she does not

presuppose to be of privilege, nor of imperial

cast to dictate within this House. Girl will

enter into awareness. Girl will learn to listen

and think before speaking. Girl will immediately

listen when serving the free. Her purpose and

place, as Girl, is to serve the free in peace

and kindness. Peace and kindness is given to

all who enter. In this undertaking, though she

has come of free will, she is no longer free.

This is Master GladHeart's home stone.

The Billboards Have Come Down

Your theatre of

stimulative

confrontation

status

deservedness

rewards

acknowledgement

respect

and

feelings

manipulated your way,

with its wedge of

expectations and fantasy,

no longer

is in play.

La Folie

is closed.

The doors

are shut.

And, the

billboards

taken down.

Do's Did's and Don't's

I don't like stupid people.

It would make me one

to attempt revert upon

your I did's, I do's;

and your don't's.

You, being as smart as you are,

would not be so stupid;

as to think that I,

in anyway should.

It Has Come to This Finality

I see you as most human,

and with it,

one who is neither

my Master, nor Mistress.

I give you nothing of status

because with it,

you then would master others

as well as in your attempted imaginings of me.

Yes, take your spider webs spun

constructed of constricting love,

your entitled deservedness,

the seething of your accusations,

and the chaos of your

ferreting, vindictive anger; and deal

with these things in the echos

of your mind far from presence of my place.

A Mr. R[ich] Buying You a Face Lift

Desist from your Vogue

imaginings of fat

and airbrushed gloss.

Quit infatuating a face lift

in detriments upon the

joyous winds of time.

Muzzle too your competitive,

and myopically focused,

know it all brilliance.

Forget Ms. X. and Ms. Y. with

your fiats and fatwas

and spider web of love.

For, you will thrive upon these,

your insecurities;

or, get over them.

Either way, please be clear,

neither burden, nor

impose them upon me.

Full Moon Tirades

What you don't yet in

clarity see is that

I neither want, nor

accept you with me

behaving as you are.

Unfortunately, to my

mistaken expectations,

there seems not any

abiding kindness in you

that is free of strife.

I am not going to

spend my life

arguing with you, or

adjusting my life

to your feelings.

Douglas tried adapt

and succeeded not.

The full moons continued.

GladHeart too tried reason

and they didn't go away.

Your meanness and anger,

remain much too close

to the surface,

in an ever-present, unrestrained,

dismay of strike and assault.

Eve's two thousand and nineteen

has come the full circle

of peace and understanding.

You are there, and as such,

I am full thankfully here.

The Seed Within the Nutshell

You're much, much too

confrontational for me with

your battering rams constructed of

hardened, bitter, unrestrained,

and unrelenting, meanness.

Your Roil and My Culpability

You get used, ignored,

interrupted, and enjoyed

with non-deferential

frustrated terseness

hurtful to your delicate psyche.

Your wisdom is not always accepted

or, for that matter,

confirmed elevated

to a captivating

primacy of filibuster and focus.

You are degraded by

an equality to others,

treated unfairly, and

denied your expectations

deemed rights of your accomplishments.

Here, I am certainly complicit,

when viewed in such clarity.

I know better too than argue

when a Rottweiler glares and bares

its teeth to growl and threaten.

I thus defer.

I wish you well.

I Understand Your Position

I can not live

with someone who

is constantly

changing their mind;

Anymore than you

can co-exist

with someone who

transmutes not to it.

The Setting Aside of Crazy

Either we were both crazy

Or, one of us was crazy.

Removing one of us from

the poisoned morass of

the other's feelings,

reactions, and yes,

your vitriolic meanness

of ghoulishly bloodied

character assassination;

dissolves, excuse, fault,

recrimination and blame.

In doing so it has thus,

become no longer crazy.

The Abyss

Rightly or wrongly,

After near five years,

I will no longer, or

in the least,

bargain with your feelings.

They are, and always

have been, an alter, and

the means, to an

absolute understanding

and uncompromising control.

Territorial Imperative

Sad to say, and

not meant antagonistically,

I just don't have time

for your jungle.

The unwary, become consumed by it.

Forward Vision at Now

You say, 'It's easy

for me.'

Well, it is -

the future is here;

free of

strife and discord.

The Other Dog That Has Died

Hey, I know you....

can't help it;

and, you've killed

the dog of

trust, hope, faith,

belief, and

integrity

with

interruptive

confrontation, discontent,

vindictiveness,

and character assassination

too many times

for, on my part,

reparation,

remorse, or

reconciliation.

Giving Credit

I give you credit.

You did at times try

in-spite of your overriding self

and, at times succeed,

and succeed well.

It's just that

you always expected

the more you imagined deserved

set upon a near horizon,

instantaneously served.

Flap Your Wings ~ Fly

Go frustrate

someone else

with your

know it all

wisdom

and,

far from,

soft spoken

communication skills

of impeccability.

Taming of the Shrew

What we have now

must remain;

for, I have tried

all other

falsities of

possibility

the larger picture

has to offer.

The Better Place

Girl, in but the (truly)

purist of humour quipped,

"Death must great;

because, no one,

ever seems to

want to come back."

The Phantom and Convenience

Girl is there for the

undertaking of peace at

the direction of a Sir.

Since that may bristle

unfathomable and,

to most, reprehensible,

judged by the jury thus,

politically and morally

shamed and corrected,

I am expected instead,

abjectly resign

to all and any

lack of order, or a

negotiated integrity

free of strife hued

of relentless confrontation.

Not Less So In the Winds of Time

With you, many a poem,

in enmeshing with you,

simply, flows from the next.

When you fixate of

".... my poems to you."

Remember, many of

my poems to you are as

'Kisses held upon the Winds'.

Being so,

does not make them less so.

Defining Continuity

Peace, unbroken

peace.

When not, the

could be's

have otherwise

been overridden

by the breaking

of it in

unwanted 'me' be's.

Concerning a Petition to Non-negotiable Place of Peace

This is not about

'relationship' or 'loooove';

it is wholly about peace!

It merely defines relationship

as it relates to place,

in terms of that peace.

Subjectively, I have peace alone.

I objectively thus,

continue by choice maintain,

all rights pertaining to

the maintenance of

defining peace within this place.

If you, in this understanding,

deem undertake enter

You will bring peace into peace.

It will consist of nothing

being contrary to the

Subjective defining of this peace.

If, in that subjectivity,

I find not satisfaction

in your continued entry;

you shall, in peace,

logically remove yourself

from the sanctuary of this place.

If, you subjectively,

upon entering this place

continue finding dissatisfaction

you shall, in peace,

logically remove yourself

from the sanctuary of this place.

For, either way, dissatisfaction

if it attempt prevail,

shall neither be entertained

nor, allowed be held in welcome at

expense of the deeper peace

nurtured in this place instead.

Thus, in an abundance of clarity,

there can be not less than

an absolute understanding that

one may stay, or go, or be asked to go;

and, in either staying or going,

it too, be undertaken and done in peace.

The Tridents and Nets of Monkey Shit

In unrelenting inevitability,

First comes unsmiling discontent.

Next, cometh the whine of violins

in their drama of unfairness

and pity of the downtrodden.

Then, then quickly following

the projectiles of accusations

and the Colosseum of anger;

a gladiatorial virtuosity

you seem readily take as

devoid of all consequence.

Maybe, recognizing: will help bash

your mind from the fiction

of thinking the good somehow,

exonerates, mitigates, justifies,

erases, or meliorates the bad: instead

a stadium of yourselves revels and roars.

You have got to own up clearly to this; then, enact

a correct understanding come of it.

The Actions Which Follow

You, unfortunately, do

not wisely and actively

choose your feelings.

They instead arise undisciplined

from the discontent of

your yet fulfilled ennui;

Discontent, then expressed from the

scrolled legends of your

legions of battles fought

As you venture forth thus armed,

not of considered action;

but, girded instead, by

The storms of howling reaction.

A Kajira's Self-Delusions

I do enjoy you here

in submission

nothing more,

nothing less;

to laugh with

to high five

to listen to

your banter

to dance around

upon the carpet

to ignore and

to smile with

to forage the

thrift stores

and to freely

ride the winds

the hot tub

the whiskey

the giggles and

the camaraderie

to pleasure fuck

whenever we please

to party to play

and plan tomorrows.

I do enjoy you here

in that submission.

It is simply I dread

the inevitability

of your unregulated

choicing and forcing

of subject matter

precious feelings

constructed of a

child's discontent

needing show of

change for you

made then Chaos

sharp come to

the realms of

sanity and time

in an ushering in

of those actions

which then follow

to seek and prevail.

Can You Let Go of Loouove!

Can you let go of loouove,

and perhaps it will be found

when made absent,

instead, about a

flowering of likes.

And then, so what?

Are they any less more

than what they are;

or, that what you have been

making of them?

Conditional Simplicity

If you are self-contained

and non-confrontational

You, you may stay.

That is the front facing part;

the back facing part,

Is of the rest.

I Rightfully Fear You

I don't like you

when you revert

to the old Doreen.

She is ultimately limited in

an unfortunate predictability.

The predictability is a

mutually acknowledged

purveyor of bad form.

A Necessity of Logic

Your logic is mine

when it comes to

the insistence

of subject matter!

Is that actually

asking too much?

As it sets unfolded,

I think not in the least.

Perspective

You've (on and off)

occupied

four and a half years

of my life.

From your point of view

how

would you have me

take it??

Independent of the question,

you do know

how I have come

to now take it

From my point of view.

Clear Choice of Non-Choice

When you have come into

the place of my being,

As I would set the music and

the speckling of sunlight,

I would too redirect subject matter

how and as I see fit.

What is at all wrong with that

from the point of view as me?

It is only subject matter;

and I'm not saying you should.

But, the choice becomes moot

if you protest in truth to be

Content without, an incessancy

of confrontation made of me.

Hemorrhaging of Subject Matter

Sadly, your suckling logic

and its whining and kicking

bloodily frothingly forth,

never, ever, goes away.

Controlling (yes, and directly)

your subject matter is but

the gauze of a Kotex bandage

that would try staunch the flow

and ameliorate the consequences.

Agreement of Treatment and Address

Girl, who has chosen enter this House,

here I am a Meister,

a Master; and your Sir.

I will here, be by 'you', understood

addressed and treated,

not in any other fashion.

Small Gifts Without Qui Vive

This is my delightful solace

from the respite

of playing your game.

See, I do write poetry

where you give me

the lasting musings

of a joyous cause.

Smiling Mused

You claimed you

wanted to go.

I thought

it was too,

a good idea.

Now that you

wanted, exactly

what you got:

it is become a

peaceful reality.

No Matter

No Matter how much

you bring to

the table

I will not suffer

what you bring

with it.

Shinny Baubles of Possession

I am not spending

my life

Ordering it

around your feelings.

If that means

you possess not love

In your mind,

so be it.

The Divide of Discontent and Peace

You do not tolerate me

when it comes to

my expressions

of loooove and;

yoooour feeeeelings.

I do not tolerate you

when it come to

maintaining order

in my sanctuary,

of an unassailed peace.

Company I Keep Not

Do not demand the

marionette of words

from a loving being.

Be clear, know

I choose not the company

of a 'Princess',

nor a 'Baby Girl',

let alone,

an ego suckling shrew;

all, with a demanding

and conniving of

crafted words

wrought of emotional drama

bathed in coddling

showers of attention

baubles, entertainment,

'love you(s)', and constant proofs.

And then, the more,

and more, and again.

Else, the rattling of the tambourine

in the excuses of dissatisfaction

and the disharmony of discontent.

Complete the Task

You're doing so well.

It is only your

still predictable

reversions to the

atavism of chaos

which breaks the

peace and trust

and, if unchecked,

smashes that door

in the allowance of

a continuation to

wantonly do so again.

Torturously Making Your Point

'Frankly my dear',

You're quite mistaken

in that I never listen to you.

It's near impossible not to do so.

It continues even now

to the point of I am both

overwhelmed and inundated with

its unmitigated insouciance.

It is without cessation,

thundering firmament and charged glares

unrelentingly and without respite

seeking break me to your point of view.

When

With one who eventually, and

consistently, inevitably,

and most ineluctably

with their actions

holding not the reasoning

of right or wrong,

seeks forcefully a place of bicker,

bargaining, and negotiation;

it is then come to a place

no longer of their choosing.

I Am Content

Where there is joy

there is enjoyment.

Where there would be

disturbance of peace;

I am most pleased

and fine without it.

Your Black and White

As problems go;

your problem is,

when

I don't subscribe

to the logic of,

only

Seeing it your way.

Honeycombs and a New Day

Even now, I don't now treat you

badly in the least,

And won't in caution treat you

differently.

For, previously, I have tried

your game as Douglas

And, have been rung like

an unguarded honeycomb

Made purposely devoid of life,

while

Gleefully consumed by you, with

no other thoughts, but

Those of your, 'me' and 'more'.

Saying It Like It Is

Don't say, "I'm

not listening to you."

It's rather a two part misunderstanding.

Firstly; I am hearing you,

clearly and repeatedly.

Secondly; given I am

forced to listen,

Your problem is actually,

I simply haven't surrendered to

negotiating myself in

Agreement with your dissatisfaction.

Whip of Consequences