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Dreams Music Playlist Poetry

Please Don’t | A Playlist Poem

Please Donā€™t Make Me Worse
A Poem in 50 Songs

Runtime: 3h 8min

It wonā€™t be long now
before you make me worse
we work
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  with young blood
helicopter hearts
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  Ā too close
dancing tango del fuego
Ā Ā Ā  Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā imagining …
when your heart stops beating
you watch my booty swing
Ā which has you thinking nasty things
like Ā Voy a tocarte toa’

and to me?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  youā€™re just a dream
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā one I contemplate all night
es un secreto que no lo dire
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  with a brimful of asha
I yield to this moment of surrender
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā awake,Ā youā€™re a daydream
Ā Ā Ā  & I admit itā€™s been a long time
since Iā€™ve felt a higher devotion
Ā Ā  since Iā€™ve felt sunshine on my skin
since Iā€™ve been ready to fall
right here, right now
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  everything changed

Not sure if Iā€™ve got a fever
             or if Iā€™ve got a man on my mind
but surely love is the drug
                                to make me feel fine
not black coffee and cigarettes
      now is not the time to hasten death

I always knew
              how to get it faster
in this state of flux
                        but in the end
              grandpaā€™s groove
like Cobrastyle
    is the bad touch

If youā€™ve ever wondered
       how to be a heartbreaker like me
donā€™t bother ā€“
                                 the halo I wear
is just a dream
              Iā€™m sunny and sweet,
                                       a candy girl
round like the moon
               lonely too, so please,
                     my darling be home soon

Donā€™t let me be your bad habit
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  (or make you worse)

gun to my head
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  I admit Iā€™m overkill
Ā Ā Ā  wondering if youā€™ll survive a wolf like me
with dread, letā€™s dance to joy division
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  when all my heroes are tired, I say
I wanna dance with somebody like you instead

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Poetry Thirsty Thursday

Thirsty Thursday | Spent

   it’s early still & even though
         I woke up not too long ago

I am spent

         sometimes

you gotta turn the crank
        before you leave (early work)
so you donā€™t bathroom yank
              like some horny pervert jerk

         not me!

I am spent

so now I go to refill my wallet
Ā Ā  now on empty, whatever you call it
hours worked for few cents
Ā Ā  cuz’ soon Iā€™ll have to pay the rent
still grateful for the place I live
Ā Ā  still grateful for opportunity to give
even though it came to this
Ā Ā Ā  little morning routine grift
it’s only dayā€™s beginning
Ā Ā Ā  my arm’s tired, face is grinning

and I am spent

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Dreams Poetry

Needs to be Nothing

I need this to be nothing
I need this nothing now
I don’t need this to be anything
It doesn’t make sense anyhow

I need there to be silence
But I want there to be song
I need to not crave violence
But I want to scream along

I need this to be nothing
I need this feeling gone
I need this craving disappear
I know I’m always wrong

I thought to just ignore it
But it just won’t go away
I thought I could just kill it
But it thinks it can just stay

I need this to be nothing
Last time I will repeat
My heart will not survive
Another daring feat

I’m contemplating moving
I think I’ll up and flee
I’ll quit my job and join the force
And think of more than me —

But then I think it’s more than nothing
And get starting to believe
My heart might just survive this
— oh how I’m so naive!

So I need this to be nothing
So I can just move on
If only a new crush was found easily
I could make the feeling gone

NEW!
Listen to the poem on Youtube

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Poetry

Another Bloody Craving (ABC)

(alternative title:Ā The ABCs of Growing Up)

Thirst coming in clutch
comes on too strong
the energyā€™s too much
lasts far too long
                 yet neverā€™s enough

I once yearned
for a spot of light
until I learned
some like to fight
                 such fortune earned

I bent backward
I yielded growth
I bent forward
I broke my oath,
                 agony endured

Fabricated not firm
appearance dreamlike
so in dream pain squirm
in fog we hike
                 confused we burn

One time, way back
I felt this way
so out of whack
the sky was gray
                 her love was lack

Now this heart resists
cracked and dejected
while slow time persists
this heart again rejected
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  knowing the risks

I donā€™t plan to push
of course, Iā€™ll pray
I donā€™t plan to rush
as hasty visions fade away
                 youā€™ll catch me blush

At last to end on happy note
may my mind be clear
may my face emote
may I hold all beings dear
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  and refuge close
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  and may I be free

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Conception Statement Resource Wednesday

Out of my League | WR Issue 6

Looking for a way to judge if your crush is worth upgrading? Looking for a way to analytically rule your heart with your mind? No?

I’m here to help anyway!

Throwback to one of my favourite shows, The League – good ol’ programming just not fit for today’s climate. (If you don’t know the show, look it up for reference):

In episode two of season four, Pete introduces his fantasy football draft “system” – then he explains how it applies to women too. Giving them plus or minuses for different attributes (ex. beauty +2; gets up early, big -1; already taken -2) to help him decide if he needs to …pick up a different player from the waiver wire.

When Pete finds out his old friend Sutton becomes single – ergo on the waiver wire – he decides to try and pick her up. She certainly has the attributes he’s looking for. Little does he know, Sutton has a system of her own – and Pete is running against Taco. Check out the episode. It’s great.

Inspired by this clearly flawless logic, I decided to make my own version of Pete’s system by designing the Ideal Lover Scoresheet – and then I decided to make it available to you! (If for a laugh šŸ˜‰ )

[Example Scoresheet]

Of course, this is an example scoresheet. Yours may look much, much different. For example, on mine I’ve added “likes Lord of the Rings” in the “Nice-to-Have” category (+2).

What are your must haves? Deal breakers? Share below!

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Love Letters Poetry Thirsty Thursday

The Emperor | Letter 4

Dear Gallantry

The shadow
of the unseen

groundedness
ethereal

skittering claws
on laminate floor

MEW and the splash
of milk poured kindly

I walk to
the temple

hands clasped
feet bloodied
by pilgrimage

I have escaped
two cults

& am now 
a pilgrim
in an empty room

walls dissolve into
ecstatic space

galaxies permeated
by lantern lights

opened over lightyears
some long extinguished

into the underworld
a pilgrim’s womb

am I electric
circuit open

lips apart & move
toward

am I electric
if sparks would

come between us 
should we kiss

am I electric
bad to touch

I know not what
ill thoughts

your mind produces &
can produce

a stained extreme perversion
pressed over truth

If my mind convince me
You’re the One

The mother being in us all 
The child, fun

Yet still the warrior
standing tall

If my mind convince me
choose dead end

Plant the seed, Oh
Foe Destroyer

Reap the harvest, Oh
Great Enjoyer

I see the flame
alight in you

Like a moth I’m drawn
Oh please undo

Like a fly in your web,
Thanatos taboo

The mentor, a gem
my teacher, a guide

The sword in the rock,
Eros, my pride

Tears fall in my lap
in the castle alone

I unearthed the mask
to hide 

behind the offering
of pearls

A broken heart reveals
Iā€™m not diamond nor stone

As the flame ignites
the animal yields

So I sought you out, Gallantry,
found you on high

along with your mind and your songs
and your thigh

which I’ve touched in my sleep
as I’ve stroked your hair

I’ve touched you in places where
you usually take care

to preserve with resignation 
that we should not be caught

staring too long while we’re working
or not, because

we’ve paused for laughter – my
god overall

I can’t help but wonder what
may come after

for you loved Cattle Call, and that
had me in

hysterics, a place I call home
giddy with giggles

and hellbent to roam.
Yet I

simply walk to the village
just over 

that bridge, and I walk there
so slowly

Climbing a mountain to get to
the ridge

finding a heart, healed & holy
set apart

loving the self, deep ocean
reminisce – you’ll 

do me the pleasure of delivering
this life’s first kiss

though we’ve shared infinite karma
what’s to ripen

right now can delight and amuse
us while we 

still develop, unattached, somehow
we’ll figure

it all out. Are you with me? 
Gallantry?

xx, The Empress