Does a yellowed torn paper have any value?

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I am a paper yellowed and torn.
You want to discard me and for this I mourn.

My appearance now seems so worthless.
No longer white I serve you no purpose.

Perhaps my expiration is long overdue
You’re a big dummy and you have no clue
Of my worth and all that I can do.

There’s a few things I must admit to you.

Your pen is quite leaky.
The words it writes quite sneaky.

You too are outdated.
You are the one that is jaded.

I maybe yellowed and torn but now I’m stronger.
Get your pen out of my face, I don’t need it any longer!

I ask myself  why do people rather read stories of pain and agony instead of love.  Why is it that books of tortured love are more popular than books about just loving without the pain?  Do we need to feel pain to feel the pleasure of love? Why? I don’t get it. Can someone shed some light?  Isn’t to be loved  our given right? We were babies and everyone just loved us for existing. Why as we age it has to come with proof and follow-up questions? Why do you love me? Isn’t too soon to say you love me?  All I know that this world is becoming more cynical, more cold and more detached.  It scares me. Does it scare you?

Namaste
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

Sixth Sense


When words fall upon deaf ears does it make them expunged?
When a mute utters but a sound did he not mean to say a word?
When you see me and you close your eyes did I truly disappear?

I know you can see me, hear me, and smell me.
I know you fear waking up all your five senses.
Be not afraid of that which you do not know!

Seize the moment! Heck seize the day!
You can touch me. It’s quite okay!

Should you savor me?
Yes you may!

Have a blessed weekend
Love Guady G

Why fear the ocean?

The Ocean

So mysterious
So forceful
In nature

I’m enticed to enter but afraid.
Will I float?
Will I drown?
Will it take me back to shore?
To lands I’ll never get to explore?

Alone
Afraid
In my bed

You the ocean
Come forth and moisten my feet!

I’m ready
Not scared

Love you
Ocean

With love
Guady G

Please Stop!! Part Four

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Matthew kept remembering that night when he invited her to his dorm just to talk some more after spending hours drinking and dancing at Myberi’s Bar.  She had drunk two beers and was tired but she accepted. He had no intentions of doing anything with her but it all changed when they walked into the empty dorm. Mostly everyone had gone home. Suddenly the Viagra and the combination of drinks/drugs started kicking in. He could feel his body wanting to just go on automatic. His thoughts were now foggy and he was experiencing immense pain in his genitalia.

As they approached his dorm room he wanted to tell her to go home but he couldn’t find the words. He really liked Cindy but his bodily urges were winning out. The voice in his head that said slow down was becoming more faint. He wanted her so badly.

She had no clue as to what was going on in his head and in his body.  She continued walking calmly beside him hand in hand. She said she liked him and loved that he was so respectful. He remained quiet as he quickly opened his dorm room door.

Looking back Matthew wished he could go back in time to that very night. He couldn’t and he was so full of regret.  He would shower now and head to class..  Today was another day,  He wondered if he would ever get over it.  Would Cindy?

To be continued……..

G

 

Dear past life lover

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I saw you and sensed it had to be you.
Your look quite different but your soul still imbues.

I long for the closeness I know we’ve shared.
We just met so I know you’re scared.

You don’t remember me but I’m not done
For I long for our bodies to be meshed as one.

If I hug you I’ll never stop
If I kiss you it’ll be over the top

I know in your body our memories lie dormant
I know in your heart also lies some remnant

Of us being a pair,
Of all the love we did share.

So please don’t walk away just yet.
We aren’t strangers although we just met.

So hug me, kiss me, then take me!
I want to awaken in you our memory.

Have you ever met someone and felt like you already knew them? Have you ever kissed someone for the first time yet it felt so familiar? Their loudness doesn’t bother you and neither does their silence. You are not with them yet you feel calm because their presence is felt wherever you go. It is a grand feeling indeed.  Has this ever happened to you?

Namaste
Guady G