Memory in Poetry: No More Goodnights

No More Goodnights
 

Caught up

In a swirl of emotions

Feelings flowing like typhoon season

The timing

Catches me off guard

Even though I prepare for it

Each and every time

No tears

Pain underlying

As time seems to fly

My attitude

Lack of tolerance

Define this moment that is etched in forever

Time flies

Still I celebrate

The moments

Adventures and life

Of you

Of us

Forever you will remain

Engrained in this cell structure of mine

Remembering

The promise you made me keep

The standards and bars

That remain high

As I know you watch

Showering your smile from above

In a place where you still

Give me love

My mind

And heart’s eye

Still wonders why

Yet

I cherish

Cling tightly to

All the things that you

Left

Inspired

Installed

In my heart and mind

Still

I feel you gone

Long gone before your time

So I will never say

Goodnight

To the love of my life

From the chocolatezeus collection  4/3/18  ©

Poetry: The Mists of Fleeting Feelings

That longing to look into your
soulful eyes again
slightly haunts me

as the death knell has told
seemingly so long ago

Still feels like something is left
an ember that may still be warm
And then reality slaps me back into reality

Seeing
Looking
Feeling

clearly
you chose
showed your choice to me

my soul weeps
my heart no longer beats

for there we were
upon the precipice of eternity
with the ability to tame our reality

yet

somewhere else
for some unknown reasons
you gave up
walked away from everything

no matter my efforts
met with audacious attitude and fatalistic
inconsequential venomous
retorts

you showed me the way
the path that you had taken

no matter my desire
the fires that burnt
to do all things and save you

into the mists of the abyss
you chose to partake in

Now
I just watch you falling

further and further away

falling

until this time
where I shock a flatline
for the last time

and let the mist claim
what is left of
the sum of nothing




from the chocolatezeus collection.  4/2/18. (c)

Professor Marston and the Wonderwomen

So I watched this movie last week and I forgot to comment on it.

The movie started off slow for me. I had to really pay attention and make myself think in order to maintain interest.

It shows the old 50s style living with an introduction into a nonmonagamous lifestyle. Which was beyond taboo for that era.  And also the creation of the Wonder Woman concept.

I watched it because little one had said she watched it and there was nothing else at that point to watch so I figured I would waste time and check it out.

The 50s household style made me miss married life and a woman that could handle that plus the modern era. But it showed a light on the hardship of becoming interested in the bdsm and poly lifestyles in a straight laced only time period.

Their introduction into rope play was romanticized and there really wasn't a true explanation in the Dominant/submissive dynamic. And most assumed that he was the dominant incorrectly.

But it brought somethings together that really hadn't been considered. And it brought about the situation and history for the Wonder Woman persona.

It definitely made me think about the household and what I originally wanted to what is now.

If you have interest then check it out.