EXCELLENT WRITE WIZARD, TOUCH ME
Oh it’s yet another new Lesson in Lonely tonight …
He wants to touch me
To show me I’m beautiful,
A flawless angel …
So Big deal,
Touch me
Don’t touch me.
If I just want to share skin
I can touch anybody
Anytime I want …
Anybody that is
but the one
Who can truly show me who he is
Who he was
Who he will be …
His eyes,
His lies
His truths
And his soul….
But I guess it’s all a lesson in emotional
self survival….our little self
protective mode …
Or is it really?
Seriously,
What kind of survival is it
When you eat
Sleep
Talk and walk
The dark mean bleak streets
Of a world overpopulated
With everybody looking
For the same thing,
Yet… finding nothing
But a cheap empty night
Leaving us still
And forever, alone?
Forever out of touch,
Disconnected
Segregated …
We’re all like tribal hunters
Stealthy in the night
Searching out new eyes
New tries with new weapons
In a game older than Life itself.
We hunt for that next best thing
Wanting
Begging
Drenched with despair
Shrouded in the black fear of loneliness …
And ironically, never once seeing
That we may be looking right past
That which we spend a life seeking …
that which we scream out
in our hunger for~
The Love filled Holy Grail we don’t really
Want to find,
‘Cause after all
Rather than that jewel encrusted precious
And mythical Treasure,
It may be just yet another tarnished
Dented Carpenter’s cup after all …
And disappointment is a wound that heals
Oh so slowly … while time passes so quickly …
We are so many street lamps
Who have lost our way in this darkness …
A veritable forest of lost trees standing
Flesh to flesh on a remote and lonely acreage
Solitary in a lonely forest listening
To the sounds of our hopes and despair
Quietly passing away
Sadly
Regretfully …
And the sad stench of lost and dead loves
Lingering in the air around us …

I didn’t always feel this way.
Once I thought I felt that conviction
That commitment
That connection
That communion
That perception
Until I realized it was just another
Aberration
Of overused dreams
And underused actions and anticipations …
Just another early forced emotional
abortion of a love that lived only
In my own heart…..
Quietly
Selfishly and
with no true merit …

And so here I lay after letting him convince me
That all I needed was that
“human touch”;
HIS touch
to wash away these
Broken convictions
And dreams
His winning argument was
To lose finally lose you, I had to
Give myself
To let him sweep me off my feet
Let him love me long and complete
Lick me sweet as my flesh was cleansed
With his branding kisses
And demanding lips
Oh what a farce ……

The deed is done
This chapter closed,
And quicker than a three
Dollar whore,
I realize flash fire quickly
that I can lay there forever
in his empty arms
placating his self indulged wants
smiling quietly and insincerely
for him
but knowing
Always knowing
with a gut wrenching certainty,
As I listen to his bloated
contented murmurs
and feeling his love scented fingers
lightly brush my hips
that yes, he can own my body
He can touch my flesh …
But he’ll never
… truly …
… touch …
… me …

(((( Alicia )))))

Come here,, sit with me under the Willow,, Yessssssssssss do you see all the Beauty I see,,, Ohhhhhhhhhhh such an amazing site,,, I see the Light of your Soul,, The song in your heart,, The tears... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh so much Beauty,,,, Yes,,, I love sittin with you,,, Come now,,,

im lonely.........but i got my pillow

Miss Wizard, the taste of sweet sorrow fills your cuts with lies and betrial. As your love drips like wine in memory of this swine.......I LOVED THIS WORK!!!!
Pain is like a bad movie, you want to forget it.
But IT won't let you......

When I am at my lowest point as I am now, the lyrics of my favorite song help me find peace within myself.

I was sure by now
God You would have reached down
And wiped our tears away
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say "Amen", and it's still raining

As the thunder rolls
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away

And I'll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

I remember when
I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry to you
And you raised me up again
My strength is almost gone
How can I carry on
If I can't find You

But as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away

I lift my eyes unto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord
The Maker of Heaven and Earth

The only problem is that every time I hear that song I can't help but bawl like a baby. Or is that a problem? Cleansing the soul is wonderful.

excellent write and great ending

Wow!!!

(((MsWizard)))

Excellent write!!!