My time has finally come to tell you that I no longer love you. I need to set you free. I can do so much better without you. This is so true, you ruined my dreams. You shattered my soul. I know because I allowed you. All because you're selfish and kept your life a secret for somebody else, so I'm walking away from it all today, a brand new person is here to stay this time. There will be nothing you can say because I really should have said Good-bye like yesterday. But once again I stayed praying, you would change, instead I just endured another one of your games. I'm no longer a player in your crazy masquerade. I will never look back again. Because the road I'm walking on never ends. Pain and heartache is all you've ever caused and too many times I allowed you to ruin me and I can no longer allow this to continue, this has to end today.

In the murky depths of our modern existence lies a cauldron of toxicity, simmering with the noxious vapors of deceit, greed, and disillusionment. The air is thick with the acrid stench of political discord, where truth is a casualty and integrity a relic of a bygone era. Society churns in the turbulent waters of technological advancement, drowning in a deluge of information, yet starving for genuine connection. In this suffocating atmosphere, human empathy wanes, replaced by a callous indifference, leaving souls adrift in a sea of isolation. This is the toxic soup we’ve brewed, a bitter concoction of our own making, where the once-clear waters of morality have become clouded by the sediment of our collective discomfort and relentless pursuit of greed for survival.

In the face of such a tempest, one can only hold fast to the fragile hope that amidst the chaos, a glimmer of redemption may yet emerge. And as the pendulum of power swings with reckless abandon, one cannot help but wonder: who will emerge victorious in the political arena, Only time will tell, as the electorate braces itself for another round of the age-old dance between hope and disillusionment.

I do not wish for seconds.

Listen now gentle reader and I will tell you of a dream of lust, ecstasy and love.

In the dark wee hours of the morning, I crept into her bed chamber.

She lay there under the linen sheets, in her natural state undisturbed.

I crept closer, she softly stirred and let out a a gentle sigh.

I looked upon her lying there sleeping, her face looked as that of a cherub, dreaming in Narcissus’s garden.

Ever so gently I draw back the crisp white linen exposing her bodice to the cool night air.

Her body quivers gently in the pale moon light.

I lay next to her, gently touching her back running my fingers down her spine.

Splaying my hands across the warm soft mounds of her buttocks.

Wantonly she moans as my hands glide gently on to the back and then to her inner thigh.

I feel the petal of her tulip ripe with dew brush ever so slightly against the back of my hand.

The pestle dank with her sweet nectar.

My golden rod, triumphantly blossomed, as I remove my bed clothing, and thrust my self into her succulent flower.

I feel her body go rigid and then relax, as she starts to move and moan and sing in harmony with the rhythm of our bodies.

I grab her hair and pull her head back, kissing and biting the nape of her neck. Sliding my other hand betwixt her and the bed linen to feel her soft warm bosom, her nipples hard and erect, a button of flesh.

Our bodies moving faster, the salty sweet smell of sweat and the flowing juices of sweet erotic motion. The emotion building as her body begins to tremble and convulse, with every thrust, kiss, bite and gentle touch to her body.

Our bodies crescendo into a swan song of harmony and rhythm. Her siren song piercing my heart and soul at the height of ecstasy, the sweet release of love, and the warmth of the place between waking and dreaming.

We drift off into the dark reaches of he night, with our bodies close together in the after glow of sweet erotic motion and ecstasy. Dreaming of the sweet release of love, and the warmth of the place between waking and dreaming.

David ,Casabonne © 12.2.2008 all rights reserved

Accessive strength lifts her to the bed.

Clammy hands rub her face and head.

Academics in sheets is what will take place.

Dominating lust and affection they chase.

Everlasting peace and relaxation in demand.

Mimicks and whispers from the middle of her hand.

Inside a place where no one will come.

Caressing and promising that she is the only one.

Settling down is right to end a peaceful night.

Is there a seedling in your heart

and does it reach towards me

like I’m the sunlight?

Does it need my love for

nourishment, or does it

revel in my sorrow and pain?

Is it cannibalistic?

Does it drink my tears and

fester when I shine?

Sometimes I think I feel it

when we kiss,

slipping down my throat

and bursting like a

dandelion in the wind,

spreading its seeds in

my chest.

Perhaps now it

has sunk its roots

into my lungs and

sucked up all the air.

When I die and they

open up my body,

will they see tiny roots like

capialries wrapped around the

veins in my arms

and organs blooming flowers?

#poetry #romance

Today the world only knows

Hate

It is destiny or is it

fate

~The People have lost their way

They think life is about having a

big home

a shiney new car

a J O B with the most money

a trip around the world,

even to the Moon and Mars

~People have lost their way

They forgot who they are

Who they are created to be

and got struck in the

Rat Race

Pretending...

Making others happy

Working____Paying Bills

Barely Surving____Living in Hell

Working to Live... Living to Work.

~People have lost their way

You cannot get to heaven in a

shiney new car

That's the earth's way

Heaven is beyond the

Moon and Mars

The ONLY "work" that

leads you to "heaven" is

YOU

The only way you can

SHOW

love to the One who made ja

IS...

Loving You the Best❣️

When you love you the best

Loving you as you are created

to be

You are loving your Creator

it's that easy.

Save your money

That's satan's treasure

All God wants is your

Heart ❤️

and for you to

remember

~REMEMBER~

Who you are

To find your way

and

love you the best

Tommorrow may not

get here

Today is ALL you have

So make Today your BEST

Athena

8/29/2019

I’m not a nurse but I was a caregiver before. To have the strength to go to a job and not know if the person that you are giving care to will be here another day.

Yet, you go with a smile on your face and hope that you can give them another day from your energy and kindness. Inside of you, there is a prayer that something you do can cause them to get better. You know God sent you to

take care of his sickly angels. You, Yes You! He trusted you with someone else faith. You are very trustworthy and dependable to do a job he picked only you to do. Now naturally you assume it is for a paycheck. No, it is not. You see you can get a paycheck doing anything. But you have to have the heart to be a nurse. You have to care for people to be a nurse. You have to have a determined soul to help someone survive to be a nurse. You are a special breed. Please don’t let anyone belittle you. I was a caregiver for two elderly women. I watch one of them passing slowly from cancer at the age of 92. She held my arm and smiled and I put water across her lips to keep them moist. She loved my arms because they were big. I guess she felt secure with them. On the night she passed, I was told to just keep checking on her because she was moving on that night. I went into the living room of her home and the other sister came out and urinated in the floor heater. The whole house smelled like piss the whole night. But she loved the warmth going up to her dress. I didn’t say a word. That makes me a nurse. I know she shouldn't have been on the heater, but she enjoys the warmth it gave her and it was the only time she came out of the room besides going to the restroom. Later that night I went back into the room and her sister was taking her last breath. I called her attorney, which is the person that hired me, and told him she was gone. He told me to change her clothing and clean her up before the funeral home comes to get her. To me,

that is so impersonal but routine. She had passed her bowels. The day nurse came and we cleaned her and changed her clothes before she started to get

cold. My heart hurt so much because she was my buddy. But I knew that she was finally out of pain. I left and went home, and the morning nurse did the rest.

The next day the sister came out and urinated on the floor furnace again. This

time she went over and shut her sister’s door, and went into her room. It was so sad. The family came and my job was done. I never did that kind of job again until I had to take care of my grandmother. I held strong for as long as I could.

I had to because if she saw my fear of her passing, she would’ve passed sooner. I had to be her rock. But my internals was like mush. My heart goes out to all nurses that worked for the pandemic. There is no strength like the strength that you carry to your job every day. You are a potent survivor. You are our inspiration and motivation to know that normal life will come again.

Thank you.

You can't handle my words. You will take my account. You say one thing and do another. You say words don't matter until you hear or read my words.

My words have so much power they make you feel, they become real.

If you can think it. It exists.

You say it's ok to "share your truth"... until I do

Athena

you say you can say whatever you want to me

and I gotta “get over it”

but I've gotta shut my mouth unless

you wanna put your dick in it!

and you act like women should never snap!

WTF?!?!?

Your place was trashed when I got here.

Everything was disgusting.

I cleaned it like it was my own place.

you didn't appreciate what I did for us

making this place feel like paradise.

You say things you don't mean

and don't remember your words

then get mad when I ask what you mean

you say you love me and talked me into

giving you a chance in proving you love me after all you already did,

how is any of this love?

all you want to do is

S H O U T

Never talk, that's what this is all about

because I want to talk and you tell me to shut up!!! Stop talking!!! How is it LOVE to Shout at someone instead of Just T A L K I N G?!?!?

You think you say can anything you want

and shout and I'm never gonna SNAP?

WE ALL HAVE A BREAKING POINT

I FOUND MINE. oh boy

Im sad I have been pushed here, with all I do for you

Now that it's your turn to forgive you aren't so willing.

Athena