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Trickle of desire

Ego boost

Open to the dance

Playing with romance

Wanting just a flirt

Nobody will get hurt

Makes my ego flow

When my stock feels low

And I need some validation

Through some machinations

Is this ruse a mistake

Or something we both appreciate

Let’s have some debate

Inspired by The Ego boost – A necessary evil or A recipe for distaster.?

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Forever Love

I thought you were my forever love

I pined when you were gone

I pictured your every move

Not to think about you seemed so wrong

But now you are a faded memory

I struggle to see your face

I have learnt from our times legacy

I am now full of grace

Now I have found another love

The cycle moves along

The Creed of Saintswest #14

This is so true and we need to continue spreading the message.

S A I N T S W E S T

“We are precisely what we believe ourselves to be
We must face the face of our self-hate to reshape our reality”

– Saintswest

No matter who says you are a beautiful person, a lovely being or a wonderful soul…if you do not believe it yourself it isn’t true. Not to you.

Our reality is based on our perceptions. Our beliefs. Our ideas of what things are and should be. We should focus on how we view ourselves, in a positive light, and work outwards from there. Your views of self and of others will be affected as you do, and in time it will undoubtedly reshape your reality.

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A thousand desires updated.

New dimension

In you I found a new dimension

Quirky humour sparking tension

A tiny fragment of another life

Shared joys and sometimes strife

Sparking laughter sharing pleasure

An interlude that’s hard to measure

Help and advice across the miles

A meet that helps me harmonise

A test of minds pitted against the other

New facets yet to discover

Friendship comes in different guises

An extra dimension summarises.

Daily grind

Day in day out,same thing,

Daily grind, yawn, hide, everything,

Same conversations, no variation,

Stumbling along, no investigation,

Small smiles, little spring,

Life goes on, predictable swing,

Grounded needing a firm foundation,

Build, grow,make it an occasion,

Day in day out, change a thing,

Make each day count, starts within,

Life in life out, that’s creation,

You are only constrained by your imagination,

Day in day out, take wing,

Live life scintillating.

The Book that is me

I wish I could read you the book that is me,

Unfortunately, I am dyslexic about my essence you see,

I try to be true to myself  and that’s just fine,

Till I try to unravel emotions, and motives, twisted and hidden,some undefined,

I am passionate, energetic, a lover of learning,

Apathetic and lazy my negatives churning,

I want to put everything right with the world,

To make a difference not remain unheard,

My heads full of secrets I would rather keep,

My dyslexia keeps them hidden even when I sleep,

Am I out in the world or hidden under the bed,

Maybe you can tell, I would rather not dwell,

Am I trying to fit into this crazy world,

Or being myself unreserved,

I think you will have to read my book,

Find out for yourself, checkout  the whole don’t overlook,

I hope you will see someone open and caring,

With a sense of humour meant for sharing,

I am not a totally open book,

Open the pages and have a look.

Feeling erotic

Health warning darling I am feeling erotic

Don’t be disturbed or overally neurotic

I am sitting on the bed watching through the door

Your silhouette in the shower, as you soap and maybe more

You know I am here, you stop acting demure

Your movement accentuate a seductive lure

It’s filling me with desire, should I join you

Or just watch, be the one to enjoy the view

As our eyes briefly touch

Now

Hold the joy of the moment,

Tell me your dreams,

Let’s get together in intimate schemes,

Is this the start of forever,or

As one of the crowd, just a fleeting fling,

I want to know you better, know everything,

More than a friend I want to be a passion,

Can I stoke your imagination,

Making you smile, in a pleasure survey,

I so want to be part of your inventory,

Hold the joy of the moment,

As you hold me close,

Not worry about tomorrow,

I envisage a future,

I dread a past,

But for today’s repast,

Let’s hold the joy of the moment.

Written after a challenge to take five lines from five different poems written in the last week and to craft a new one.