Toxic Soup
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.
DREAM
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
ACADEMICS
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.
Invasive
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
Remember
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 Know A Nurse When I See One
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.
War of Words
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
Snap, Crackle, POP goes the “housewife”
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