The unconventional gentleman

I was listening to a song today and it inspired me to write this poem.   Sampson had Delilah, Kermit had Miss piggy, Bonnie had Clyde, and I got this dude??? Ripped off.  Nah, you know I loves ya.

He's an unconventional gentleman

Spawned from the red dirt

Thongs are his trademark

As well as jeans and a t-shirt

His hair is flecked gold, brown, blonde and red

When the sun is out he tans browner than me

He's a stoic son of a gun

He ran circles around me

Don't ever give him Bundy rum

That would be your first mistake

The second would be to sweet talk me

That would be your last mistake

He is the critical voice in my ear that believes in being polite

He is the ever evolving cliche

Of what love is not supposed to feel like

He captured a rolling stone's imagination and kept it still

He caught a free spirit in a glass, and held her against her will

Of all the forces of nature

You'd be mistaken to think him not strong

Because he chained a hurricane to the ground

And silenced a Siren's song

He's a unconventional gentleman

who thinks reading is a utter waste of time

No he will not read this far

His attention will not stretch to these lines

A lovable rogue, my friend my frienemy

He makes a living from mix and mortar

When all is said and done, he believes in me

As he's the man that led my heart to water



Love Hex, Infatuation Junkie

When I first noticed the odd occurrences I laughed it off. It was nice to feel elated. It was pleasant to be awash in warm feelings.  I felt I was merging with the universe. I continued to invite these feelings into my day, and would be off with the fairies at night. After they failed to wane, I got worried. A casual fling of ecstasy every now then is fun. These prolonged symptoms seemed to be abnormal as most things come with a complimentary partner. The opposite to ecstasy of this level would be equal misery. My misery came in the form of preoccupation.  I couldn't get much done and I realised I was missing my life, as in the things around me.  My attention was in the air.

I decided to check out my local bookstore to see if anything would jump out at me. I overheard two women talking about a topic that caught my attention. I joined their conversation. I peered inside the book they were discussing. One of them had had the same symptoms and wanted clarity on the matter. 

I saw a diagram with a man with a vine creeping up his leg. He complained of feeling like his legs were being wrapped in what he said felt was like some energetic force. Warm feelings over shadowed him. He noticed he had dropped out of most of the activities that he had enjoyed. Strayed and denied contact from his usual friend circle, he became inward and withdrawn. After much discussion and turning back and forward of pages, we'd come to the conclusion with further study that a woman had woven a spell around the man. A spell that would bind him to her. He eventually sought relief and successfully unhinged the spell. I thought that it was quite novel and unrelated to me and left it at that.


Playful curiosity brings feelings or warmth.  When the object of your affection greets you with indifference it's outrageous.  Rejection is both a crushing blow and the release of minions of emotional  endorphins fashioned to cushion the damage.  The continuous upper and downer feelings can be alluring.  Infatuation is the dealer, and his drugs are the best in town.  If you are lucky you may contract a  bitter taste of vengeance or heroic stamina that will fight for the integrity of the emotion amidst adverse circumstances.  Either way you are going to get HIGH on the feeling.  Then comes the low.

Contempt loves the silence thrives in the dark

Fine minded tendrils that strangle the heart

Face saving promises whispered like prayers

I don't need them
No, I don't need them

 

I couldn't sleep.  My eyes ablaze with a madness.   A furtive hunger seared through my reality, throwing me out of balance and into an unknown land. 

 I forgot to eat. The day passed and I had missed it. It disappeared.  I disappeared.  I had once dreamt of nature settings, birds singing.  Over night concrete monuments and shrines were beginning to push their way through the skin of my psyche.  For a person I had never known.  I burned.  What is this curse?

My mind was a mosaic of pictures, connections songs.  I snaffled pictures to my phone so I could feed my obsession.  I became consumed with this person and their and activities and their thoughts and...the list goes on and on.  I have often watched some of my friends with this insatiable drive but never witnessed it in myself.  If I could go back to it I would, just to record my feelings again.  The turbulence of being swished around in a dryer of emotion was unreal.  It was enlightening and refreshing and painful all at the same time. 

Because sometimes I am a killjoy,  I continued to pose questions as to what was happening to me.  The idea of Twin flames flirted with me, I foresaw the future and thought that that was too much a lofty goal to aspire to, whilst feeling like I was strung out on crack. So I tried some techniques after going through all the babble you ask yourself about the mirror.  About the gifts that you are not seeing in yourself, the loving of oneself yada yada.  So I ran the basic programme first and then I proceeded forward from there.

I scanned my body using my minds eye.

I imagined cutting Etheric cords.

This is a pretty picture so you probably would leave these cords alone. 

But wait!  The strangest thing...My stomach looked like it had been stuffed with straw.  Symbols can often translate to what you associate with that picture.  I thought of the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz.  He had no brains.  So why would I have no brains in my stomach?  Kinda made no sense to me, so I googled  "Spells that use straw to stuff the stomach"  and I came across this:

And look a ye here?

It's a poppet doll.  You can stuff them with straw.  Notice the lovely little pins in it.  Charming.  I then proceeded to read the website I found.  There was a menu of all the lovely things you can do to manipulate a person using the sympathetic magic of a POPPET.  Charming.  After that I did a few more Razza Mattazz things I'd picked up along the way to alleviate this condition  (Everyone has there own magic).  I came back to myself after two days.  So here I am.  I lived to tell the tale.