A part of it all – apart from it all.
Strolling along the border of land, sea and sky
with one bare foot on solid ground,
one foot in the water
and my head in the clouds
while watching
Shiny Happy People
holding hands
Shiny Happy People
laughing.
Or is it just an R.E.M. cycle?
I knew I was playing with fire🔥
knew for a fact that I was going to get burned
but dancing within the inferno was my desire
& t’was far more exquisite than the lesson learned
Do not doubt that I’ll do it again…
and again
I’m soliciting lustful combustible spirits kindled
by sin
I have an arsonist heart ❤️
~ Kiddo 2022
Are you going to love me despite who I am and allow me to love you for who you are while sharing a consensual monogamous sexually satisfying relationship?
No?
Then don’t judge me for finding ways to distract myself from that fact. If I can never have what I actually want then the rest of it doesn’t matter.
You know what I crave even more than multiple mind blowing time bending orgasms?
Parking to watch a storm roll across the inlet and laughing at the way we jump and squeal when lightning strikes and thunder booms
Long lazy mornings reading in bed too comfortable with each other to get dressed
Trusting each other with our inner darkness and also with our light
Finishing each other’s sentences
Sharing the same sky
Tea on the couch
Moonlit walks
Silliness
Intimacy
You
~Kiddṏ 2021
~Kiddṏ 2021
The full moon of July, also called the “Buck Moon” or “Thunder Moon,” will occur July 23 at 10:36 p.m. EDT (0236 GMT on July 24); the near-full moon will make a close pass of Saturn on July 24 and Jupiter on July 25. The full moon in July is called the buck moon because the antlers of male deer (bucks) are in full-growth mode at this time. It is also called the “thunder moon” because of early summer’s frequent thunderstorms
Like winter whiskey and summer sex,
I enjoy how just the scent of you makes me feel
Without even a taste my eyes glaze, my tummy tickles,
my mouth waters for that which tastes like coming home
Each of you give me the opportunity to train myself,
to harness my carnal urges and abstain from even thoughts
It’s not your fault anymore than Whiskey or Sex
Fire water, heated intercourse and your presence
my reaction to each of you blamed on my own thirst
Individually strong intoxicants that cloud my mind
the combination of the three of you would kill me
I would die with a smile of pleasure upon my face
finding myself home at last and finally totally free
Old me gone and new me awakened into the light
~ Kiddṏ
Tanha literally means “thirst,” and is commonly translated as craving or desire.
Pāli: Taṇhā, तण्हा
Sanskrit: tṛṣṇā, trishna तृष्णा
Pali: kama-tanha (sense-craving)
Also referred to as craving for “sensuality” or “sensual pleasures”
This is a craving for sense objects which provide pleasant feeling, or craving for sensory pleasures
Warning: Don’t casually touch me. My flesh is thirsty
~KiDDṏ
Falling in love instantly at the impersonal touch.
Keeping my face matter of fact
Listening I nod as you move me this way & that
on the inside I am purring & arching my back.
Whether being checked for bunions at fifty or headlice at seven
the hands upon me feel as if they are giving rather than taking.
Like heaven.
Instantly and forever but just a little
In love
~Kiddo
When I am experiencing anxiety: My mind knows nothing is going to happen but can’t stop thinking “But what if it does?!”
When I am experiencing an unrequited crush: My mind knows nothing is going to happen but can’t stop thinking “But what if it does?!”
~KiDDṏ
Feelings that I do not intend to use
nothing to gain
but what is there to lose?
Delectable flutterings like a tasty crave
difficult to manage
trying to get my thoughts to behave.
Dazed, preoccupied and distracted,
scenes involuntarily imagined
unable to be redacted.
Slight control of my delicious dreams,
less than usual,
maybe that’s just the way that it seems.
Perhaps my effort is merely token,
a sham of an endeavor,
to cease dreaming of things emphatically left unspoken.
Can it even be done?
Please do not teach me.
That would be less fun.
Dallying with the consciously unthought
we drift through my nocturnal illusion
where deed and sentiment are less fraught.
Serendipitous pleasures I don’t want to miss
I won’t learn how to quit
Ignorance is such delicious bliss.
~KiDDṏ
I woke before 4a.m. and tried to sink back into sweet sweet sleep but I felt lonely and untouched so eventually I gave up. Feeling a tidal pull I went outside to commune with the brilliant waxing Beaver moon.
Luna felt my longing and let me know that she empathized easily with my situation because she too is old and alone and untouched by human flesh even though she waxes every month.
“Aha, so the conspiracy theorist are correct!” I thought but she replied “No, I have had visitors in the past but those space suits do not allow for physical intimacy.”
I felt that
I was feeling better about my own situations and thanked her as usual for her lunar inspirations and I lifted my face another moment to bathe in her light.
As I turned to prepare for my day I felt her say “Don’t worry my darling this is but a phase.”
I smiled at her phase turn of phrase. If anyone should know about that it is she.
~ Kiddo 11/11/2019
~ Kiddo
There is ALWAYS a choice. Today my choices were :
1) Whine at work
2) Wine at work
3) Do nothing ….
I don’t get paid to do nothing and I really have no one to listen to me whine so the choice was OBVIOUS!!
Three roads diverged in a wood, (my desk is made of wood) and I– I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. *Boom*
~ Kiddo
The Florida sunrise painted the water & trees
at around forty three degrees
as I drove from tiny little Ocean Breeze
to The Mansion at Tuckahoe and my heart it did please
…seriously, look at the beautiful lighting!
Look at the way the light plays on the ground and trees
Let’s lay in a tide pool you and I, with the sun all day on our backs. To feel the surge wash the shells up and then drag them beneath us will be like hundreds of tiny fingers massaging away our worries and putting them out to sea.
Let not even words come between us to interrupt our conversation. Like ‘Strangers in a Strange Land’ this water ceremony will allow us to grok one another in perfect fullness. Become my water brother on the shore at rest between the extremes of crashing surf and barren sand.
We’ll watch the sun as it westers and extinguishes itself in the gulf. You’ll not have to ask for me to rub ointment on your too warm skin,I’ll cherish the act as this growing closer continues through the night.
In the morning there’ll be a new pool to soothe your tender back.So then let’s lay in a tide pool you and I, with the sun all day on our face ~ Kiddo
After A While
After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman,
not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn…
~ 1971, Veronica A. Shoffstall
OR
Jorge Luis Borges folks
No one knows for sure who plagiarized the other but it’s soooo true that it needs to be read.
A spoken word inspired by bullying, judgment, and any of those things in this world we all need to treat as they deserve. Never let it affect you, Because to hurt others is truly pointless.
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Words:
“We all wear a blank slate,
Staring into the mirror and practicing your fake face,
because you’re sick of all the questions asking why you’re never smiling,
so you put on a mask for awhile but get home and then break,
when before you’d simply crack,
now you’re crumbling down to nothing but blank space,
because you don’t even feel tangible,
despite feeling the weight of the thoughts on your shoulders,
causing you a lack of sleep,
and I know it feels the pressure was all from yourself
but you’d never have these f*cking thoughts if it wasn’t for someone else,
pointing out the things that they knew would f*cking pull you down,
make you think you’re something other than perfect,
because I swear to god we’re all born perfect until we’re told otherwise.
Why did we have to get hurt and pushed into a disguise?
If I was sad right now I’d f*cking cry
because tears are beautiful if they’re asking for a caring eye,
to come through and make you smile instead of staying inside,
this f*cking bubble and living inside your pain until you f*cking crumble.
There’s nothing beautiful about making someone feel like they’re just crumb,
an insignificant speck of dust,
floating around pointlessly until they dissipate into something less than nothing.
We are all important,
we are all perfect,
Beauty by definition is to please the senses or mind,
and I swear to god ever since you were born,
ever since there were thoughts in your mind,
you were pleased.
You were pleased.
So please, don’t forget,
no matter what you’ve thought,
what you’ve been told,
you are beautiful from your head,
to your toes.
From the day you were born,
to the day that you go.
There is nothing you have to hold,
inside yourself,
just let it flow,
until one day,
the water turns from black…
to blue.”
~ Alistair Taylor
A spoken word inspired by bullying, judgment, and any of those things in this world we all need to treat as they deserve. Never let it affect you, Because to hurt others is truly pointless.
( FEEL FREE TO SHARE THIS POST OR JUST THE YOUTUBE VIDEO 😀 )
Words:
“We all wear a blank slate,
Staring into the mirror and practicing your fake face,
because you’re sick of all the questions asking why you’re never smiling,
so you put on a mask for awhile but get home and then break,
when before you’d simply crack,
now you’re crumbling down to nothing but blank space,
because you don’t even feel tangible,
despite feeling the weight of the thoughts on your shoulders,
causing you a lack of sleep,
and I know it feels the pressure was all from yourself
but you’d never have these fucking thoughts if it wasn’t for someone else,
pointing out the things that they knew would fucking pull you down,
make you think you’re something other than perfect,
because I swear to god we’re all born perfect until we’re told otherwise.
Why did we have to get hurt and pushed into a disguise?
If I was sad right now I’d fucking cry
because tears are beautiful if they’re asking for a caring eye,
to come through and make you smile instead of staying inside,
this fucking bubble and living inside your pain until you fucking crumble.
There’s nothing beautiful about making someone feel like they’re just crumb,
an insignificant speck of dust,
floating around pointlessly until they dissipate into something less than nothing.
We are all important,
we are all perfect,
Beauty by definition is to please the senses or mind,
and I swear to god ever since you were born,
ever since there were thoughts in your mind,
you were pleased.
You were pleased.
So please, don’t forget,
no matter what you’ve thought,
what you’ve been told,
you are beautiful from your head,
to your toes.
From the day you were born,
to the day that you go.
There is nothing you have to hold,
inside yourself,
just let it flow,
until one day,
the water turns from black…
to blue.”
~ Alistair Taylor
Imagine, just for a moment, being a miracle,sure
A miracle that’s just just waiting to occur.
Overflowing with the essence of thee
manifestation that was meant to be.
The unfulfilled extraordinary
event that was pure destiny.
How wonder-us-ly imagined
yet a miracle unenlivened
Why imagine it yo
do you not know
that it
is so
?
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And I DON’T CARE for rhyming poetry mostly
unless it’s a tight rap. I can’t decide if rhyming is super simple and lame orrrr ultra challenging & genius to find words to express your meaning but also happen to rhyme.
Behind my mask of normality writhe the plump juicy maggots of insanity.
The seething growing mass of larvae crack the mask to reveal a fleeting glimpse of my mother’s substitute babies.
Mindless of my convincing facade they greedily consume the inner core that is my being.
Now snug in cocoons built of my disintegrated self, biding their time, nursing on my sanity – gorging themselves on my freewill, growing fuller and fuller
until they merge into me and we are rejoined as one.
BURSTING!
Shattering the outer mask to reveal a raving lunatic caught in a gossamer web…..
where reality is non-existent
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
Updates on current Projects at the Siena Art Institute in Siena, Italy. For more info visit our website www.sienaart.org
Poetry and words
Doing What Makes My Soul Shine
writing is sorrow; having had written is sublime
in search of a better us
Fighting Depression, Anxiety, and Self-Harm
Subtitles: Kiddo's Korner, Spinach in Your Mamma's Smile, Mutterings of a Mad Woman, Don't Mention It, Never Argue with an Idiot , Lord Beer Me Strength, Random Thoughts, You Don't Have To Thank Me (It's What I Do) and UNNECESSARY CAPITALIZATION.
MY TAKE ON LIFE.
Mind • Body • Life
A collection of nonsensical words thrown together
adventures of sadie and momma
A "How to Thrive" Guide After Divorce
A Hopefully Formerly Depressed Human Vows To Practice Self-Approval
Not That Anyone Asked Me... 