Experience and Lost Thoughts : The Wuhan Chapter

I demand, Not ask, I seek, Yet, denied all that I find. I am not small, Neither fragile nor coy, I am in the front line, Feral protecting mine, I demand, Not ask, Only because I am mistaken, For lack of a better term… Varied genes lost in translation? Is it nurture vs. nature? That I blame your mother, The villain you have become, The father of diverse seeds planted, Embedded with psychosocial issues, Only you could control, I demand, yet, for them, I have to ask; To make peace between us I demand you stay in my bed; Stop wandering aimlessly in others, In other people’s homes, You chase the thrill of getting caught, Or is it drinking from the fountain of youth you seek? A whisper said, ‘to rejuvenate your waning ‘love’     Your mind evokes pointed breasts, As mine wave at my oblong valley below, You stray, Looking, No, I demand and not ask, That you do by me what you vowed, I expect no less. I demand and not ask, As my mother drags us thro...

You and I have something good, it's something that I hold on to, something that I can count on and rely upon, it's something that has value.  I have no flowery words to make you think of spring nor the flare to sit with goddesses. Nor as a wanderer do I want you to follow, nor change your course.  I do, I do want to watch you rise, magnify your every leap, catch the sunshine on your face and maybe one day I could make you smile, one day I would not have to wait.  Mostly, I wonder, if your past is so overwhelming that the present is on the sidelines waiting to be noticed? I wonder if you will ever be as happy with me as I am with you?  Yet, there are so many shoulders, so many chapters that you look over. So many things that are loosely knotted that in essence this latch, I have, will always be on hold.

Sitting in a hotel lobby She reads to rid the frustration Of lust unconquered Lust unappreciated  Quiet and cold  She pretends she is not there Eyes slowly peeling the page Words blurred and swirled  She concentrates harder  A couple stirs her way Agitated she looks up in a huff  Imagining where else she would rather be She doesn't deserve this shit Tick tick the old clock goes Colder the emotions get No end in sight Her eyes wander across the languid room  Ornament filled with decadence  Lost in an era of want How could this have been a great idea?

613 It's almost over now One more pull Smoke curls up  These bright things swoosh past  Shooting stars below It's almost done now Strangers in gaze  As lights rotate colors  And dance up ahead  Nearly there now  They push and shove  Throwing coins at Buddha  As He will bless them  Crooks, chinks, apes all alike  Sat in this monster's belly  Hearing the crackling from their mouths  As a familiar stench wafts about  Two more or is it four stops  I can not tell These heathen roads do not take me home  

The destruction or is it the making,  I can never understand. To be judged? Normal.  To be watched? Normal. Spoken of? Appropriate Chastised? Everyone gets their turn When do you ever win? This challenge What is the highest score? I do not know! Money? Never enough! Success?  Overrated! They say…. Ambition? Overwhelmingly normal, Hearts?  Crushed to pulp Trust, earned with all above Friends, non-existent philosophy Skeptic? Indefinitely!!! What is all this fuss? Challenge! You quip!!! You take it, run with it, try it out!!! Start over, tens of millions of quests Isn’t it exciting!!! Challenge? You say… It is that overdressed futility Sashaying her hips Lulling you on her breasts Towards your imminent failure!