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Goulet
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Let's all talk about love
and the consequences of love
and the boundaries and walls
and fortitudes of love,
and while we talk
we can write poems and songs
that can warm our hearts;
make us smile, see.
With warm hearts and worn fingers
we write and write,
and talk and talk
until our throats get dry
or our hearts well up
or we can't get inspired anymore
by anything,
even love.
Then you can take my hand
and look in my heather-colored eyes;
we'll both be thinking about philosophy,
and the sex we've had,
be it physical or emotional
or mental,
and our necks may be straining at little,
craning up to the heights of our spines;
heads nodding
back-and-forth,
bobbing
back-and-forth,
so that we can begin to understand
what sleep is for
and why we need rest and relaxation
once in awhile.
Laying in bed smoking cigarettes
delights you,
I know,
you told me so
under the park bench where we hid
from the police
and the strange sounds and moving shapes
when we did mushrooms that one time.
You were so happy-excited
and very upfront about it;
you loved the color and shape of your hand
in the moonlight
and how my nose stuck way out from my face,
just like a liar,
you said.
So now your busy, little hands
don't disturb me so much
anymore,
and your wandering eyes don't make me fragile
and jealous
because all you've got
are the blades of grass under your toes
and the hopeless thoughts
under your wavy-brown hair.
and the consequences of love
and the boundaries and walls
and fortitudes of love,
and while we talk
we can write poems and songs
that can warm our hearts;
make us smile, see.
With warm hearts and worn fingers
we write and write,
and talk and talk
until our throats get dry
or our hearts well up
or we can't get inspired anymore
by anything,
even love.
Then you can take my hand
and look in my heather-colored eyes;
we'll both be thinking about philosophy,
and the sex we've had,
be it physical or emotional
or mental,
and our necks may be straining at little,
craning up to the heights of our spines;
heads nodding
back-and-forth,
bobbing
back-and-forth,
so that we can begin to understand
what sleep is for
and why we need rest and relaxation
once in awhile.
Laying in bed smoking cigarettes
delights you,
I know,
you told me so
under the park bench where we hid
from the police
and the strange sounds and moving shapes
when we did mushrooms that one time.
You were so happy-excited
and very upfront about it;
you loved the color and shape of your hand
in the moonlight
and how my nose stuck way out from my face,
just like a liar,
you said.
So now your busy, little hands
don't disturb me so much
anymore,
and your wandering eyes don't make me fragile
and jealous
because all you've got
are the blades of grass under your toes
and the hopeless thoughts
under your wavy-brown hair.
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Goulet,
You are like a brilliant white LIGHT.
thank you goulet - i'm the luckiest
where is my yin,
my shady, secret, dark, mysterious, cold
i wondered about that when i read it.
went right through me when i did - one of your best in my humble opinion.
Not predictable. Beautiful.
the cod piece will hold you to your word for it is treacherous
imagine a treacherous codpiece....ah goulet i wonder if you can fully appreciate your wisdom and insight
i can, for i see far and wide and deep into the minds of those that look unto the cod piece, my precious, and it's "eye" is always upon those who wish for it and those whose dreams and nightmares it haunts.
well then it is with great care and dedication that i will fashion a codpiece worthy of its station.
It's attractive to be humble. It's detrimental to be self-demeaning.
fine, then...
i'm going to start wearing a cape with shiney silver marbles on it and on the back it will say "Brilliant" in very beautiful, over-the-top handwritten script and i will dance and dance and dance around in circular motions and girate to the motion of the waves of the ocean and i will wear a giant cod piece that will have stars and exclamation points on it and it will be bright and blinding to all those that look upon it for it will be my precious and my darling and all that i love and the townsfolk will bow down to it and pray to it and salivate over it and all will be good and grand and great in the world again, for i will be King and all will read and love and horde my poems and live their lives through my words and my lies and my dreams and hopes and nightmares, the world will turn dark with lightening and thunder and raindrops that don't reflect light and sleep will come to all those who oppose me and as i go dancing and galloping and skipping over the fields of doom i will be forever praised and my breast will be bronzed and my helm will be of gold and silver and all that is precious to me and many statues will be erected and all those that pass will behold me in my glory, for I am a great Poet-Warlord, an Author-Divine, a Master of all Language that comes before me.
I know nothing of the word modest or the word ego for i now am beyond words for i own them as is the rule of my precious, my brilliant cod piece from whence all my showering, lovely, terribly-powerful thoughts and beautiful words flow and i am no longer a picture of beauty for i am a picture of nothingness and that which no man nor woman nor living thing can see, you but feel my presense near you and you can only gather enough courage to bow trembling and fall to your knees and delight in your folly, and you love me and hate me and are bound to me for i am wise and magnificant and cunning and beautiful to behold and you will suckle at my breast and become one with that which is beyond you until you are nothingness and i own all that was your soul, i am the Great Tamer-of-Words and a bane to all that exists.
YES MASTER! Falling to ones knees, trembling, suckling, breasts, cod pieces---My god man! You deserve a whipping, not just a spanking today!
:(
my fair maiden if you wish to clothe me and my nakedness and power then you will and you must for as i roam over the hills and mountains and peaks of time and the hills and mountains and peaks of lovely women i shall require something to warm my flesh, for it is flesh that keeps me in the sight of all those that wish upon stars and wish-bones and pennies, if my flesh grew cold i would discard it and leave the world as all else knows it forever and my wandering days would be but a faint dream in a wisp of cool air upon your most secret of parts...
which leaves one choice and that is to clothe you and keep you warm. but i will only work to bind you to this earth if that is what you most truly wish. if it is your desire to become one with the air then i will oblige and stand aside.
my time here is but a blink of an eye and cannot even be measured in length for i am older then thou and older then all else that roams freely and roamed freely in its own day, yet i have thoroughly enjoyed my time here and will continue to enjoy it until my true purpose is revealed to all in splendor and glory and my precious is awakened for all to see and hear and breath in, in all its shear undying majesty.
may i sleep with that tucked under my pillow tonight?
don't you already even before i said it?
honestly until now, its been like my prayer only not a prayer with words. it was only a feeling and had wrestled with articulating but hadn't ever gotten right.
i like the way you've said it so much that i'd like to hold on for just a little while and be at peace with it.
of course you can...
i sleep with everything i own and care about tucked under my pillow at night...
gives me dreams to dream and nightmares to wail in and love to hope for...
well than that makes two of us....but then again you knew that already didn't you?
yes and didn't you
and that reminds me of just how fortunate i am.