#@goneahead

[sherrylephotography]

@sherrylephotography My poetry and photography 3/23/23

China cup nest

Teeny tiny china cup nest 

Hurricane gust blow the bough

Her chicks are nestled deep in the tiny cup

Boom Thunder so loud it breaks the sound barrier 

The vibration reaches down to the depths of my soul

Like a faucet on full blast the rain is drenching everything in sight

 Suddenly the sun pushes the clouds away

And brings us a colorful rainbow

The hummingbird and her chicks survive, at-least for today

How can something so fragile be so strong

[distilled-prose]

Guilhem Merolle via LinkedIn 12/8/22

Superbe pendentif Art Nouveau en or figurant deux guêpes émaillées aux ailes en opales sculptées soutenant une aigue-marine taille ovale. L’ensemble retenant une perle. ✨✨ Travail signé Paul Brandt vers 1900. ✨ Photo : Christie's 🙏🏻

Superb Art Nouveau pendant in gold depicting two enamelled wasps with carved opal wings supporting an oval-cut aquamarine. The whole retaining a pearl. ✨✨ Work signed Paul Brandt around 1900. ✨ Photo: Christie's 🙏🏻

[the-view]

The government has corrupted this program, but not in the ways this post seems to think. Social Security is more than a retirement plan. It is an INSURANCE plan. If you become desabled during your working career, Social Security will kick in. So like any insurance product, it is not going to grow anywher near as fast as a savings account, stock brokerage account, etc. However, in order to buy votes, the government has allowed people with made up disabilities to draw from SS, while people who really need help struggle to get it. That said, the government has been reducing benefits to this program for years. For example, Social Security was not taxed unti the 1984, and the tax has been growing ever since. Benefits have not kept pace with REAL inflation. Remember the government itself defines what inlation is. Social Security benefits have not kept up with gas, medical costs, food, etc. There is not account holding Social Security taxes. The government's appetite for spending has seen to that. The program is left with government IOUs. It's time to clean house. Our president, senators, and congressmen and women have been complicit in this deception and should be made to pay for their treachery

A tax masquerading as a social program.

[goneahead]

I cut my lip on the hard edge of

morning, my heart's walls

are too thin, for the

rustle of you in

my sheets.

Is this

love?

My

toes

on the

very edge of

maybes and forever,

my heartstrings too tight,

and a pair of scissors in my hand-

[heartofmuse]

What binds you together?

Is the feeling of love enough? I don't think so. For me it goes beyond any feeling, rather it comes with intimacy, the sharing of yourself, your moments, your thoughts, your life. It's that openness that comes with trust, that utter relaxation in the presence of another because you know you are seen, and accepted for what you are, the security that comes from knowing there is someone who wants every part of you. Some say its transcendental events that bind us together, I say it is the every day that binds us to the eternal in each other's souls.

e.v.e.

[sreekar]

Ate her cherry flavored kisses for breakfast

as the tension lasted longer than my patience.

she felt like a cigarettes after sex song,

the way her eyes harboured a cosmic sentience.

her hands swayed according to the flow of the conversation,

while her smile shimmered through,

hypnotising me for a drawn-out duration.

[sonreyes]

[mayberrycryptid]

Wayfaring Hearts

I only had Grace, hated this place,

But meeting you set my head spinning,

Gun in my face, a bullet graze,

We were star-crossed from the beginning.

All of their lies, I locked up inside,

I was a soldier in need of a war.

With you at my side, your star as my guide,

I learned I could be something more.

Taking a risk, with all of life's twists,

You faced hell just to save more lives.

With gun and fists, I guarded your six,

And thanked the stars that you somehow survived.

Struck by a reef, of loss and grief,

I let the fates take both mast and spar.

I wanted relief, some inner peace,

Only to realize I needed your star.

Blood, sweat, and tears; laughter and beers,

I thought we had forged a family,

But after all these years, you disappeared.

Guess love wasn't in the stars for me.

I'm alright, I'm doing fine.

Ever since your star crossed mine--

I always knew it would end.

Your star saved me again and again--

We could never be something more--

Wait, why are you standing at my door?

I want to make up for lost time, hitch your star to mine,

Cuz your love led me back to the shore.

note 1: These awesome, wonderful, incredible gifs were all made by the amazingly talented @somethingincrediblyright

note 2: The traditional Polynesian science of star navigating is often called wayfaring.

note 3: I had something completely different planned for Danny's b-day, but somehow this happened instead.

[glitteryteenpoems]

the shape of the moon

the whisper of a breeze echoes through the house we’ll never live in

it kicks up dust  from your unused wicker chair and rustles the dead flowers on the windowsill

outside the overgrown garden aches to be frolicked in  our bones feed the flowers

wild the way you wanted to be growing free as our house rots a perfect sphere shining in the moonlight

the moon put the wind in your bones so you could visit once more without considering how hard it would be to leave again

easy for her to say she ebbs and flows but we’re only buried once

we fall apart  slowly, slowly.

[fs-lewisartistry]

Who’s Who

I know I am more than a mother - or lover -

More than just a homemaker, here waiting to cater -

More than the number that punches the clock -

More than you asked for and it comes as no shock.

I am a louse, running wild through the hairs of your head,

The wet spot you cover as you lay down for bed.

A snake in the cupboard - hiding inside the pots,

A flesh-eating cancer - who’s brought you to rot.

I am a dream trapped inside bone and flesh -

This reality is trite and my fantasies never rest.

I am a settler and it’s starting to show -

How much I abhor it -

How bitterness grows.

-FS Lewis 8/1/23

[hhyde]

The storm has returned

Stripped my epidermis and celebrated the rot

Sold the ego that was pulling me together

Tied each and every member in a knot

Told me to throw everything up

And here I am once again, apart.

- @hhyde

[wordsbyt]

How many yesterdays have slipped thru your fingers like water? How many loves are so far gone you can’t see faces, let alone recall names? How many tears have fallen on the floor, only to dry up and disappear? How many memories?

[kirkshiresloss]

Comes over me so swiftly

I haven't time to think.

I know I swore It off

but I really need a drink.

These decisions that I'm making

they ain't making any sense

but my hands start to shaking

when i speak of you in past tense

theres no one here to talk to

when im sitting all alone

I'd rather smash this bottle

and pick up a phone

but we need no melodrama

no audience to critique

when we both were born of trauma

Lovers sharing a karmic link

As im drowning in these feelings

I can feel you in my bones

Hell may not heal me

but even Hades needs a home.

-kirkshiresloss-

//Persephone//

@fadedawaywiththebreeze

[goneahead]

Lovers should spark, flint and iron,

arcing across each other's skin like

flashes of summer lightening, but

our hearts are only thin wisps of

smoke and barely beating ember,

choked thick by ash and regret.

Yesterday, a friend said,

'I'll pray for you." I said, "No.

Just send matches."

[heartofmuse]

I have found things worthwhile in this world: the kindness of a stranger, true friendship, the innocence of a child's laughter, the beauty of dreams, true love between souls, and the joy of writing, to name a few, and while I have also encountered the deplorable I wish to focus my eyes on the beauty and the worthwhile, the things worth saving, the things worth living for.

e.v.e.

[sreekar]

When I am with her, silence feels like a sonnet,

love carefully stashed away into my mental bonnet.

Her lips scream bold, her eyes invitingly warm yet,

fear made the conversation cold.

They say my hands are cold,

so I start digging, and start patiently waiting

in this burrow of solitude,

for her to arrive again, intense and ravishing.