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August 31st
Two years ago,
This was the happiest I had ever been.
Your voice on the other end of the phone, promising me we would try.
That I was worth trying for.
We could have conquered Everest that day, the smiles never once leaving our faces.
How lucky I was to be so in love with my best friend, and to be loved so fully it felt like my heart had never once felt anything other than pure unbridled joy.
One year ago,
I woke up in tears, accompanied by shallow breaths and the overwhelming feeling that I was drowning. It would only be three days until I saw you, and it would be the first time since we broke up. I had no idea it’d be the last for a full calendar year. My heart broke for you every day. I was impulsive, scared, and without my best friend for the first time in what felt like forever.
Today, I don’t know.
We once again, got off the phone, you were adamant that this was the last time we would do this. While I grasped at straws hoping to whatever cosmic entity governs us all, that you were wrong. It would have been our two year anniversary today. We’ve spent two years falling in love and fighting off fears. I guess we just didn’t try hard enough. I don’t know if there’s blame to lay, I don’t know what I could have done to be better for you, I don’t know what you could have done to ease the fear gnawing on your mind. All I do know, is August 31st hurts. In all the best ways.
Maybe one day, it won’t.
Maybe one day I’ll be worth trying for again.
Maybe once I board that plane or get another impulsive tattoo I’ll be too far gone for you to care.
Two year from now, I hope you’re doing well, and that you’ll maybe be thinking of me.
Bargain Real Estate of the Mind (The Science of Religion)
It is high time you know
That we prey on the
Fool...
...From a comfortable
Summit,
With our specified tools,
We spy out
From terraces
Gazing down at your
Slew,
And we see bushy tails...
...The culture starved crew
Begs for interference...
Be it faith,
Or surprise!...
Let's switch this around,
And get you
Back on the track!...
...The gist of our aim
Is that your
Not coming back...
(Not ever returning...
No, you'll never see light...
With our fresh, new
Implants
There is no need to fight!...)
...As we work
For no War,
Crime,
And insane of mind...
We'll clear up the
Planet
In a couple years time...
(Never earning
Your dues
In conventional
Pews!...)
...It's a new kind
Of game,
And these offbeat
Restraints
Will teach you to
Kowtow
Just how we all
Know how...
The world is your
Oyster,
But we hold the
Knife!...
...We've sold you
The trance state,
And like the
Third Reich
You'll goose-step
Along,
Until something
Goes wrong...
...And then you'll
Be back in
The morning for
Prompt...
It's a sacrosanct deal,
And there's
Blood on the
Wheel...
Jump into the thresher!...
When your kissing
The steel
It will be so transcending!...
...You're bound to
Transform.
...Or maybe you
Won't,
And your bank
Balance drops!...
...Bloody mind,
Plagued with Thetans
Drizzles into the
Slots,
Just like mix into tins,
It's the weight of all
Things...
...You can choose to be
Buried, or buy up
Our brass ring.
It is high time you know
That we prey on the
Fool...
...From a comfortable
Summit,
With our specified tools,
We spy out
From terraces
Gazing down at your
Slew,
And we see bushy tails...
...The culture starved crew
Begs for interference...
Be it faith,
Or surprise!...
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
Today you will...
Today You Will.
Yes, you will; or you will not;
But first, you will.
You will pick up where left off;
You will, you must.
You will note the time o'clock;
You will, you will!
You will see the actor who;
And then you will...
#ChooseYourNextVerb
#MakeItHappen
I remember a Meadow...
Once upon a time
not so long ago penned
in a place you probably know
lived someone much like you
doing things a lot like you
dreaming on like most folk do
with fears and doubts just like us
sometimes distrusting quite like us
So say in the memory of the meadow
let's flock together as with a quill feather
poeting the spirit of the night in laughter
to always, always, keep our happily ever after...
#UnblockTheLove
Soft Webs
There's some pretty religiously
Infectious music
Drifting into my sullen
Hideway,
And I'm starting to feel
Saintly...
...Maybe I'll run into a crowd
And declare my soul
Aloud
To all the swollen necked
Cyborgs
That are shifting back and forth
In a rhytmic chain of duty...
...It is all so elemental,
Yet as modern as
They come...
...But, the feeling comes,
And goes,
As now the leech
Without a host
Writhes like a Mormon
Who's been kicked,
Laid on his side,
Beneath the steps
That lead to someone's
Private home...
...Yes, I was swayed,
But now I'm gone!...
Lost like a turkey
In the corn...
...Wonder when it
Will return...
The divine comes
In many forms...
And sometimes we are
Bait and switched...
...There's very little
In her pitch
That constitutes a
Crowning truth...
...I've been away,
And this sound roof
That I had trusted to
Survive
Has been discarded
Like a hat
Along the hook of
Highway 9...
The same interstate
Where cold cadavers
Cruise along at
Fatal speeds...
...At times were captured
In soft webs,
Or made to supplicate
In tears
To an unknown burning
Shadow
That grows more muted
By the year...
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
Ones and Zeros
Why does he not love me?
I do everything he ever askes of me.
I help him around the shop.
If i do something wrong he scoffs and slaps me.
We have been together from the first time i opened my eyes.
He says i am old and he is going to by an even better modle than me.
I am I nothing signifigent to him.
I am i ones and zeros to him.
I may just be a robot with one arm and leg and a fried computer chip.
I am not just ones and zeros.
Happiness alive between the Lines
Do you feel the miracle of the moment? ...that you can read these words, prepared for you and those like us, who seek to somehow extend individual experience (timelessly!) by tapping into words (worlds!) that exist at this very moment... writ yesterday, or perhaps centuries ago... Precious thoughts and emotions that moments later will spur new contemplations within your own mind, distinctly different from anyone else's?! Here is the unheralded joy of sharing across a collective consciousness. I am relishing my moment; with thoughts of you, basking in yours :)