Lovely Luna – Redux

I went to the river and I lay by his side

to feel how you tugged on each of our tides

 

Usually one thinks of oceans and seas

but you pull on all humours even those of creatures and trees

 

Our saps quicken and our breasts become full

so irresistible is your enchanting pull

 

The river ran quiet and deep down it was dark

though your reflection gave his ripples a spark

 

Your light became brighter as you climbed the sky

and I breathed you in then stood with a sigh

 

I stretched up my arms to bathe in your glow

and you lit my path as I turned to go

 

Back in my room alone in my bed

at peace while visions of you swam in my head

 

“I’ll see you in my dreams Lovely Luna” I spoke from my heart

and we drifted off together though ever apart  

~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

Thoughts of The Little Flag Tied in the Middle of the Tug O’ War Rope

It sucks to realize that the fun always positive personality that people love isn’t your personality

and it sucks when people see your seclusion as you being a selfish bitch

in reality you’re just doing the best you can to keep getting up and going to work everyday 

sometimes everything else is too much

how can I even tell what my true personality is 

when I am constantly being pulled between 

one exhausting pole and the other exhausting pole?

I’m the little flag tied in the middle of the Tug O’ War rope 

I really just want to stay in the middle but 

sometimes I’m closer to Manic Light Laser Show 

and sometimes I’m closer to Deep Dark Tar Pit 

it seems as if I have absolutely zero control of it 

what is the suicidal equivalent of mouth watering?

escape so close I can taste it

the many methods of release playing so vividly in my mind 

like a delicious smorgasbord before a starving man

I feel like this time it is closer than it’s ever been

lately, I have even been avoiding situations that would easily facilitate the final act

but

you know the moment when you know something can’t be avoided?

like the certainty that puking is inevitable

when you wake up queasy with that pre-puke saliva

already pooling in the bottom of your mouth? 

is it  just a matter of time? 

should it not be fought? 

usually you feel better if you just go ahead and puke

you know when you have the urge to say something that you shouldn’t

it’s on the tip of your tongue 

you just have to keep saying to yourself 

“don’t do it don’t do it don’t do it”

until you get past it 

but sometimes you blurt it out anyway?

that’s where I am at

for no reason at all 

other than that’s where I am 

it’s on the tip of my tongue

I can taste it

I can feel myself opening my mouth

to say it 

but keep repeating in my head

“don’t do it don’t do it.” 

I am waiting it out

until I feel happy to be alive and excited again 

the happiness and excitement will return on their own 

for the exact reason that I am struggling with the darkness now

and it ISN’T about red or blue or the flu

last month I was thrilled at every little breeze and cloud and raindrop

now I just can’t wait to get into bed 

no reason

which is the worst! 

there is no reasoning with no reason

but I always manage to wait it out

that’s what is expected of me

so that’s what I am trying to do

again

it feels like I am breathing through a dirty pillowcase 

I don’t want to talk about it

people don’t want to hear it 

so I lie when I manage to pick up the phone

they ask how I’m doing and I’m always “GREAT!”

faking it till I’m making it is easier on the phone 

sounding okay from the depths is hard

impossible if someone is truly listening

probably because of the echoes 

trying to sound cheerful or normal while trapped

under a dark evil anvil makes me sound irritated or impatient

so avoidance really is easier on everyone 

left to my own devices and vices…

unsupervised & working it out on my own

behaving recklessly while hyper is quite different than reckless behavior when I am low  

behaving erratically with a feeling of excitement and joy is exhilarating 

behaving erratically with a sense of hopeless “fuck everything” feels angry

then sad

one is certainly more fun than the other but they are equally dangerous

jumping off of a cliff with a goofy grin on my face to prove that I can fly

versus 

driving straight into a wall with clenched teeth to prove I don’t give a fuck

come to the same conclusion

the end

                                               ~Kiddṏ

Thirst

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

Still Single

I can get myself off.

 

I can have wonderful conversations with friends.

 

I can go on nice long drives and hikes with buddies.

 

BUT

 

I miss kisses, cuddles, hugs and giving other people orgasms.

 

I’m a solitary chopstick

that misses being the big spoon or the little spoon.

 

Sometimes I even miss:

 

” What do you feel like for dinner?”

” I dunno, what do you want to eat?”

” I’m happy with literally anything so you pick.”

” Okay, let’s go to the Greek place by the lake.”

” I’m more in the mood for Mexican.”

” Cool, let’s go get nachos & burritos.”

“….or Italian”

“Okay, I’m good with Italian. Where should we get it from?”

 

” I dunno, I’m happy with literally anything”

~KiDD

Horny for Snuggles

Laying on my bed watching the delicious heavy rain’s got me thinking about how the 1st thing you do when you snuggle up against them is kiss the back of their neck

you just do

if there’s long wavy hair in the way you bury your face into the lightly scented depths until your lips meet their nape

then you apply one firm smooch to the base

then a very gentle light-as-a-breath one a little higher up

as you firmly but fleetingly press your pelvis forward into the ripeness of their warm cheeks

and you tighten then slightly release your arms

Unless you’re snuggling a friend

(Which means that you refrain from pressing your pelvis into their cheeks after the neck kisses of course)

then you just lay there snuggled up and experience the rain together

       ~KiDD

 

So many delicious days & nights of perfect snuggle weather.

“And if you can’t be with the one you love honey
snug the one you’re with, snug the one you’re with,
snug the one you’re with, snug the one you’re with.”

The Impersonal Touch

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

Unintentional Feelings

Dream whirled

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.

~KiDD

Dream whirled

Luna my Love

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

You can just see the dark edge – not quite full 🙂

Commodious

Read on a bathroom stall…

I’m nobody’s anything
except perhaps second string
certainly no one’s first choice
going days without hearing a voice
or using mine
which is fine
It’s all just white noise
so I wrote this on the bathroom stall
and snapped it with my phone
sober
because I’m no longer drinking alone.

~ Kiddo

commodious

adjective
com·mo·di·ous | \ kə-ˈmō-dē-əs \
1:comfortably or conveniently spacious :

ROOMY
as in a commodious closet
2:archaic: HANDY, SERVICEABLE

Kiddo: Roomy, HANDY, serviceable 🙂

Kiddos Tip: When ‘commodious’ is used to describe a bathroom it could be confusing…do it anyway.

Discussion Group

I would love to have a respectful, intelligent conversation with myself at different stages in my life. Wouldn’t it be neat to sit in a discussion group with your six year old self, your thirteen year old self, your twenty one year old self, your twenty six, thirty five, forty four, fifty five, sixty six, seventy, eighty, ninety year old self?

There would be so many differences of opinion expressed and so many beliefs that contradicted each other. How can anyone feel like someone else’s beliefs and ideas are wrong when we don’t even agree with ourselves at different stages of our journey? How could we ever feel superior over anyone else because of how they decipher the clues and try to explain the intricacies of existence from their own current point of view.

How can anyone KNOW that they’re right and that everyone else that doesn’t agree with them is WRONG. If you ruled out the childish beliefs of your younger selves in the discussion group you would still have several full grown adult opinions of your own that differed. If you did rule out every theory and belief of the childhood yous in your discussion group what would YOU MISS OUT ON!?

Wouldn’t it be amazing to lay in a field with your younger selves making shapes out of clouds while discussing total randomness?

If you’ve read all of this I have one final thought: Go for a hike in the woods or walk through your neighborhood with your five year old self. Have yourselves an adventurous magical journey!

~ Kiddo

Reminder to self: Slow journeys give us time to pay attention

 

This is my yoga space that I have been using at work as I began my slow journey back to some sort of fitness. I have just enough room, a window and a fire extinguisher just in case I get really overheated. This space is one of the advantages to working alone.

This week I have been feeling great emotionally and feeling better physically and I have hope that I will get back to feeling greatish physically.

I have only had my cervical correction/stabilization surgery and don’t know when or IF I will actually go through with lumbar correction/stabilization surgery so therefore I am literally practicing with a broken (in a couple of places) back. If I do opt to have the lumbar surgery it will be at least 10 months from now.

I am being pretty careful and modifying even though that has always been hard for me even with a solitary practice. It is easier to do NO BACK BENDS and NO INVERSIONS (other than forward folds and such) now that I have vivid pictures of my spinal Xrays and MRIs to remind me that ignoring what my body is telling me does NOT necessarily make me stronger. I am physically heavier and weaker than I have EVER been because I pushed myself physically in the wrong ways for decades. PLUS in the past year or so I have had to modify not only how I workout and do cardio but also how I sleep, get out of bed, sit on a toilet, use a chair, drive a car, ride a bike, walk, “run” and even BREATHE.

Pain has never been enough to make me really listen to my body even when the pain was significant. If I could keep moving I did….so eventually my body simply QUIT allowing me to ignore it. Proof that as I have always said: Your body is smarter than your brain 🙂 ….Okay I haven’t always said that but in this case it is true.

I HAVE always said that life is about the journey not the destination (I didn’t make it up but I do SAY it) and I know that journeys have setbacks and detours that make the journey more memorable and allow for more growth. Life is beautiful,  so very beautiful, even with hard lessons and one day this life will be over so I plan to appreciate as much of it as I can while I am still here.

Survival Instinct 

I think that deep down we all know that the end is THE END. That we all return to the void that we were before we were conceived. We don’t experience the void because we are not conscious. We don’t exist before conception and we won’t exist again. Otherwise why would there be the survival instinct? We can all TRY to fool ourselves into believing that we believe in an afterlife but if we do then why do we fight to stay in this life or dread death? The pain and scariness of the actual act of DYING is understandable but the terror of being dead forever is ridiculous. We weren’t ALIVE for most of time and even the oldest person’s life is short compared to the the time that they are not alive. Deep down there is a certainty that we will soon be nonexistent again. Nonexistence is the easy part but it is not enjoyable. Even pain and uncertainty are an experience. Nonexistence is the absence of experience and I can see how that can be attractive to people struggling in this life but the beauty is in the struggle. The void may seem beautiful from this side and the thought of never ever struggling again is certainly attractive but the knowledge that it is not only unavoidable but also permanent is reason enough to put it off for as long as possible. If we TRULY believed there was a future to experience after death we would not have a survival instinct that kicks in when our consciousness is threatened. We would not gasp for breath or claw our way to the surface. We would simply relax into our exit or be excited for the adventure of the next phase of existence. We wouldn’t come up with elaborate bed time stories of paradise to comfort us about death. Enjoy life because just like anyone that has ever lived or will live it’s the only one you get. This life is precious and beautiful for no other reason than that it is PRECIOUS and BEAUTIFUL and it doesn’t have to mean a thing.

Drunken Overshare

If I honestly believed that one day I would meet someone that I could honestly believe in then I would save myself. I wouldn’t be buzzing around like the only bee around to fertilize the entire field of wild flowers. I would let the wind pollinate the field so that when I finally met the flower that accepted me the way that I accept all of the plants in the meadow it would be more amazing than anything has ever been. I would spend this time preserving myself for the future that I had faith in.

If I thought it was possible to somehow interact from the very 1st meeting without any of my defense mechanisms automatically popping up it might make it easier to accept that I could be known and believed in and accepted forever. But I would have to be asleep or in a coma and I couldn’t even introduce myself.

Since I don’t believe that there is anyone out there that would cherish the comatose me I will continue to connect in the only way that I’m not concerned about rejection. Even if it doesn’t fill me with joy it distracts me from my loss of faith for a fairy tale happy ending.

I’ll just have to live with physical “happy endings” and hope that I don’t meet that unimaginably amazing person after I’m all used up and have a busted ass liver. The person that is too good to be true would love me anyway, no matter what and then I would feel just awful for ruining myself before they could know me. Welcome to Conundrum City. ~ Kiddo 9-15-2013