A poem from Germany to Wales
Love isn’t blind
It sees pretty clear
What there’s to find
And the heart is deceitful
Above all struggles and all fear.
Sex is not about climax
And is not a promise to marry.
Sex is Making Love
Quite literary.
The feeling of pleasuring your love
Is above
All orgasms you can ever have
And the feeling of two minds melting
Is more rebelling,
Than an undressed piece of ass.
Love and Sex don’t care about gender,
They don’t care about genitals and their splendour.
If the one crosses your path
You won’t care what’s in their pants
Or in their hands.
Lube or lath
Is simply a personal aftermath.
So if you feel alone and unhappy
Start looking wider.
Your ideals of flesh and show
Are preventing you
from finding the one gold mind
at the end of a manifold rainbow.
People are neither fortuned or stuck
You make your own luck.
>>It’s as much about instinct
As it is about intellect<< Kate Tempest
And though I feel with all I am
There is more to life, it exists
(no, no god and no bright light)
You are absolutely right.
Talking should be mindful
Never inflationary.
Words should carry
precision and rear view.
Mutual silence,
Or a simple gaze
Is often enough to describe
The universe.
Being honest is key
Don’t say stuff with hidden motives.
No strings attached
that go unnoticed.
Be true to yourself.
Be true to your plan
And always feel like you can.
Love your partner every day
Don’t wish them away.
Love them as if you lost them yesterday.
Don’t project your shit on them.
Your lover is not a screen
To watch your life crack.
Water off a duck’s back.
If you feel alone and unhappy still
With how things are
Take a fucking risk
A thrill.
Discard!
Your life doesn’t depend on
loving someone
hardly or too hard.
You don’t have to love the same way
As long as you love equally.
If your partner doesn’t say
I love you every day,
give you roses
or chocolate
or write you a poem
It’s not important all through
If only their eyes are
Glowing when they look at you.
Being able to remain human
Is good for your health.
You fart, you shit, you stink,
You cry,
You have red spots, pimples,
Chubby parts and wrinkles.
But Love doesn’t care.
Love is stronger than distance.
Love accepts the dare.
Love is stronger than the souvenirs of your love.
Fuck mutual interests!
Fuck being in the same country!
Care about being on the same page!
Fuck egoism!
Fuck the past and the future!
Fuck fucking pragmatism!
How do I know it’s all been worth it?
It’s a feeling words can hardly describe
It’s a knowing, a certain stability.
Nothing can tear you apart, no swipe.
It’s all about trust.
First in yourself!
Second in your partners mentalism
And much important: altruism.
Wishing for the other person to be happy
Makes them happy
Makes you happy
Makes them want to make you more happy.
All of this I learned from your mind
My pet, my kind.
There is more to life
Than following the rules of attraction
But if you found loves‘ satisfaction
Your love gives you Life
And you feel more alive
And you see pretty clear
Without fear
Without mist
Yes, my love
We exist!
