My lust

Loneliness moans between man and a moving limb.
Lustbloody, my momentous opening of a mason jar
Loans a vision of an instinctive watery need.
Man meanly needs hope.
Mean, bitter hope.  A vision of more.

Think Teach Pray

Spiders find therapy in weaving webs.
Interruptions are not helpful.
Think before you destroy.
People find therapy in numerous ways.
Ask yourself if you have found your therapy.
Is having more options better or worse.
I don’t know.
Spiders have it easy.
Simplicity sometimes beats complexity.

 

 

New Beginnings

Wanting isn’t nothing, like watching isn’t doing
Life inside is real as life outside is alone
Love inside sings words to you
Noise outside makes life not seen
Mean each morning prayer like trying to begin
Watch each pleasure, want each movement