I never write ANYTHING down, so most of this is from memory...the rest is crap...Yeah, good title then:


Some from memory, the rest from my anus
~ by Ophelia the Blue


First Meeting
A Connecting
Then no eating

Juxtaposing

Submission
Calculation
Rehabilitation?

Then to

Cry
To Sigh
And Shoulder a “good bye”

Followed by

Eating
Another Meeting
Ego beating

To be

Reunited
And Abided
As souls collided

Before

Separation
Alienation
Realization

That a

Savior
Was never
Your Behavior


(To quote Benedick from Shakespeare’s Much Ado about Nothing:
“…no, I was not born under a rhyming planet…”)


Yet, can I NOT “woo under festival terms”? *
I think perhaps I CAN!
For I was not born under a rhyming Moon even, or a rhyming fallen star!

For even a star that has fallen is no more than a meteor,
Which has crashed into the Earth as those Tempests do aggravate the air –
No less grand than “Gods” bewitching our hearts and minds.

Yet I can still take words, and put them to some use,
No more that a God, and yet no less that a meteor.
For only a metaphysical love could be ascribed to thee as such:

A heart, a mind, a soul combined.
“Inter-assurèd of the mind”. **
Whilst “winged Cupid is painted blind”?! ***

So I rationalize
Your pretended lies
Which only disguise
Your fear of _____________________ .

"lies, surprise, comprimise"??? FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



* Much Ado about Nothing, William Shakespeare
** A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning, John Donne
*** A Mid-Summer Night's Dream, William Shakespeare