Day: March 26, 2018

He was so handsome my ears wept

Photo0746.jpgHe was so handsome my ears wept
I smile crookedly as the 23 injections  of anaesthetic was very unaesthetic including a scar like a winding river down the side of my nose with 38 little holes were the stitches went
He was so charming I collapsed and died.
Her smile was completely vertical and so was I not.
His face was a parabola  of joy
My figure became an ellipse and my lines  vanished
He was so ugly, it was a relief to kiss him
As he aged  he shrank so it was easier to kiss him without standing up or down.

As dancing bends the space around the movers rapt, sublime

My lover went to Lapland for he found  my love too warm
You  porcupine, he hollered out, I prefer a seal
Are you sure.I questioned him, for I did not wish him harm
I need to get away from you, I  want  a conger eel.

He set off in his brand new car, the ferry was quite late
He  was a little angry but drink gave him false calm
He got talking to a mermaid and  now she is his mate
She lives deep in the icy sea and he loves her frigid arms

I don’t know how you would feel, if after twenty years
Of being called a porcupine, when swaddled iin his arms
Your lover  found the Northern Pole, and left you only tears
At least I can enjoy my bed without  his wild alarms

The melody is not the words but how they are combined
I  have lost all faith in men , unless their names form rhymes
I  know we have got clocks today but meter bends the time.
As dancing bends the space around the movers  rapt, sublime

Cognitive dissonance

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Cognitive dissonance

PSYCHOLOGY

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Cognitive dissonance, the mental conflict that occurs when beliefs or assumptions are contradicted by new information. The unease or tension that the conflict arouses in people is relieved by one of several defensive maneuvers: they reject, explain away, or avoid the new information; persuade themselves that no conflict really exists; reconcile the differences; or resort to any other defensive means of preserving stability or order in their conceptions of the world and of themselves. The concept was developed in the 1950s by American psychologist Leon Festinger and became a major point of discussion and research.

He gives clues to his rhymes

The Bard is a Leopard
There is nothing he can’t rant
Flesh and lean are the raptures
He wants me to pose
Near bashful daughters he leads me
To imbibe some holy spirits

He rides me along with his wrath
He gives clues to his rhymes
If I could  walk  with  his valet in darkness
No heaving would we feel
You are there with your crooks and  your laugh
With cheese you  make my eyes shut

Ambiguous or what?

It was like the dead losing their minds
The only reason you are in the mental  health unit is because you have bad manners
He  kept on mocking over my apple tart
She  bit and broke the apple’s heart
When is a nipple tart?
It was like the wild being with child
I have admitted a sin but it’s  veiled
How accurate are our conceptions?
Every body wants me in jail
Every body wants me,in jail
Just say, they want you jailed
In jail or out, they want me
I misheard her smile
Her smile went from one ear to the other ear.That was mine.
His laughter made my eyes ache
His groans tormented the rats and stopped them sleeping in his bed.
I tasted his wit and added pepper
Are you so funny you are in the farm?
Do you mind?

To find a  hole, an absence and a dread

When I am happier than I am today
I seem to feel your presence and your gaze
But now I turn to where you sat and read
To find a  hole, an absence and  a dread

A lack  of energy,  a grey fatigue
A feeling that my heart unholy bleeds
Gives me no new  vibrance nor new look
I feel as dead as an old library book

Alas  I woke   one happy day to joy
Then off  it rode like an unstable boy
And when the doom descended then I cursed
For that  brief joy made my dumb dark heart  feel worse

If I could live like butterflies all bright
I should  have  my days of sun and light

We feel as do the blind

In dark grief. the human world seems  frail
The self and the outside seem not to meet
And just as do the blind when they read braille
We feel our way without the gift  of sight.

Should we seek escape in film  or book
While unstable in our  little world
Anxiety into the cracks will leak
And take our virtue  so our self  will fail

With no diversion, we must feel the  pain
As sorrow swirls around our heart and gut
And others must not show us their disdain
Nor stamp on our prone body with their foot

The world has gone and with no skin I  roam
Unprotected through this  iron cold zone