I’ll put you in my pocket

English: The National Champion Black Walnut (J...
English: The National Champion Black Walnut (Juglans nigra) on Sauvie Island, Oregon. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I love you like I’d love a black walnut.
You’re so rare I can’t eat you.
I’ll put you in my pocket
and take you with me
when I go in town
I’ll feel your crinkles and your wrinkles,
But nobody will know.

I love you like I’d love a comice pear.
I’ll put you in a golden bowl.
I’ll let the sun shine on you,
Till you are ripe.
I’ll put you in my bag,
Take you to a meadow of buttercups
And devour you.
And nobody will know.

I love you like I’d love a flower.
I’ll give you my best vase.
I’ll stand it in the window.
Then I’ll look at you all day
With my peripheral and my central vision,
Till your pattern is embedded in my brain.
I’ll sleep well and dream of you all night.
I’ll wake up and remember it all.

And nobody will know.

What love has loss revealed?

 An old poem

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When I saw you waiting in that cafe
I knew you would be mine.
You were handsome, smiling,funny..you were specially designed.
You looked like men I’d only dreamed about in all those years before.
I’m so broke up,so broke up;you don’t love me anymore.

I saw you on the station as I came from out the train.
You wore an old green parka to protect you from the rain.
I wanted to be one with you,to make a Love entire;
But all you did was give me       pain too bad be endured

You walked away so quickly,I could not see you long.
I wish I had a big guitar to draw you back with song.
I looked at where you disappeared;what love has loss revealed?
I wish I could just lay down on this floor and keep my face concealed.

Railway stations sadden me, for I know we’ll never meet .
I won’t cry more ,for tears are running almost to my feet.
I walk fast looking straight ahead past that entrance gate,
I pretend that you have missed your train,that work was running late

I count from one and one up to a thousand and many more–
But I know for sure it's far too late; you have closed that heavy door.
You are hiding in a dungeon
You are covered with white steel
But I know you had a heart and you must surely feel.I lost all my illusions, and then I lost some more.
I wish I could lay down and die,right here on this floor

Where have all the cliches gone?

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At the end of the day,
it all boils down to
what happens in that moment in time
in that split second.
I offer you my words of wisdom,
Don’t delay… you don’t want to be
A moment too soon or too late.
We must listen to our hearts
To find out our gut feelings,
Trust your instincts
And remember,it’s never too early or late,
Or exactly the right moment,
To start saving for a pension.
At the end of the day,
I hope you made your bed
The way you wanted to lie in it..
Though usually,love needs truth
And lying is an art
unlike survival and love;
Though love is not all you need
but love helps us roll along
gathering a little moss.
Ask not for whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee,,
and me too.
But when we sum it all up

We can say,with hand on heart..
we were just following orders
Then the grieving will start.

Difference between sexual desire, love and attachment? – Truth About Deception

Difference between sexual desire, love and attachment? – Truth About Deception.

Intriguing article about love,attachment and desire.Attachment has only been acknowledged since the work of John Bowlby and Konrad Lorenz??????????.Lorenz had several geese bonded to him

Why did the boy stand on the burning check?

Words
Words (Photo credit: sirwiseowl)
Fire Burning
Fire Burning (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Don’t keep petting me.I get too delighted

Why is rain wet?

And  top of the bill was the  Sinner,Cain Man2

Do you  like creative haughtiness?

Do you hate your food?

Where is the saint in a love affair?

I love.Amen to that twit.

Join Twytter and swear  an oath daily.Free for all.No begging,

Eat peas with the stork,please.

I like a man in a masque

What face shall I put on today?/

I wonder who you aren’t

Don’t tell the truth about your tarts.

Her arts are almost disdainful.

You are a disgrace to my homily.

No preaching  bullshit

How many lovers are a bluff?

Do you like to eat crumbs in bed?Bird needed

Don’t sleep with a mouse

Much as we may love all creatures,.never go to bed with anything you may roll onto in the night……………Including very small men.

Have a sense of proportion.You will thank me one day.A man pancake is not a nice sight