A Purple November

month in many parts
world wide maybe
November is no
shave month for men’s
awareness of health
issues. Ribbon for
women’s abuse.

month for the arts
spent in glee
November is the know
Winter is an omen’s
for cold, stealth
ensues all of our poor
seek warm coats use

month shelters starts
mornings hours we
Nov embers in snow
soon freezes seek inns
not for those of wealth
but we know score
we stew in our own juice

sunsets normal departs
colorful shows to see
Novembers’ clouds flow
Streaks anew, begin
To paint across svelte
skies oranges, reds galore
fires of warmth seduce.




Turn out and got fed. Simplify.
Some ‘Bluebloods’, ‘Red Bands’
Add real cheese, real sauce. Viola!

Keep it light and OMG foot spa!
Few drinks got my contrabands.
Spicy “Castle”, oh yes, Blah!

Who can speak, watersports.
It is “All Right Now, Baby”
Finishes with sweet ports.

Just be you. Well done, when
magnificent evening. In throes,
nothing has to happen. Then

a kiss that curls your toes.
Oh, sorry it may have been
toes. WOW oh WOW what a sigh.


malfunctions, faults, cannot be………
seen clearly
known as the sweetest, kindest,
most loving, considerate being


has never been on time for anything
conception, perception,

time o’clock

has eluded over an very painful life
rises in the day
3 hours before
the rest
just to stir 1 hour of secret time to meet
a brain refusing to cooperate
a body lacks
circadian rhythm,
rhythm to the bass, but

has absolute consideration
and love for all
others and has sacrificed
many lives for others

Lives of riches, galore,
Arabians dreams, pools
like glass, countries of magic

looking absolutely normal

a 9:00am appointment a day starts at 3:30 am or 4:00am
no excuses offered just hardship a lifetime
of extreme difficulty with duress to rise duress to
live a life fooling the world that anyone can do it
career kids husband family all the while killing

herself with the secret
her secret enemy a clock
2 hour notices was always her rule,
bosses never
cared how late just so she would stay till they
had all the spots covered-jobs came and went but life
was a strain universal assumption that time is of
the senescence-less

not in the mind of one who has no known
age of mind
Love of you is intense and could be
eternal loyal and true
is always always always.
time is not there,

for years you have known here
in front of you yet blindly
no one can see Pollyanna
done in life looking normal

to me that is all one
can see

given away her personal
last meal
last dollar
last tear
last shirt
her skirt
whatever needed for
many s’ last hour
an unwritten time
she never could keep
used to want to lie about it

that fault it

made her want to just die
but she did not

not for lack of trying

the riches
she lost
because of perception
lost conception
tossed countless days

never has anyone called
disability inconsiderate,
whose patience is fried

met the cat woman in the dream
last night eyes calm

not even of fright
actually a loving look

bright an understanding
kind of a knowing thing
sensual like me not even

thinking of you
thought you knew me

done here guess I am sick
no food today thinking

about your manly sashay

spoke to dad he thought
I should call and explain

told him right now you’d
be looking to blame.


hate being born
pretty much absent a’clock!

A/f/ Fair Cliché

Life is not fair,

no it is not. What

you make of it

is what life is.

Some of us had

several productive lives

whatever that means.

Depends whose standard

you would like to apply.

Humanity: nothing is fair.

Can we ever just

value a life as a life

without putting some

invisible or visible

set of standards

for all to bear. I think

we all bear enough just

living! Just saying; not

everyone can live up

to anyone else’s

expectations. If we super-

sede others standards

whatever that means.

Maybe I shoulda, coulda,

woulda, stepped outside

of a relationship or

marriage for whatever,

but I never. Was that fair

IDK. Tests aren’t fair.

Everything is wrong

with us, if we answer

with populous remarks; or

everything is right with us.

Now, just living! Sorry.

No longer listening.

Is rhyming fair is not

rhyming fair. Fair is a

Word like Right. Or wrong.

So I am square, so the

world is round. No fit;

there obvious? Not really.

Easiest way is this a fair?

I have not answered

the questions.

My fair is from a

time long ago. So,

it seems: fair to say,

I love you, too. Fair

for you not to say;

“I love you.” Non

expression, just is

not fair. Fair is a

verb. Coffee, &

sharing life is love.

Being loving is fair.

Verbiage makes all

things fair. Say what

you mean & mean

what you say. I am

always listening. An

oxymoron; in the end.

Fair is an oxymoron.

Soon We Will See?

Someday we will know.
Now, we do not know.
Or maybe we know.
Romance I know
Passion I def know

I know nothing else.
I will not be first
to know Never am.
Slow to learn but
do not want to burn,
with passion.
Who could bear. No one.
Blurbs here. Listening.



Her ‘Third Eye’ flashes back, his words, a memory she never has those!
What memory, flashes? Reminding? He says:
“Come home with me? Please. I will rock your world!”
Confident offering, life happens.
Two years later an email. One quiet invitation: connect?
A timing never quite there in the past; surfacing, why?
Cautiously, nervously she replies, hitting the send button,
knowing if he does not reply the second time she will not be brave again,
maybe for years. In a friendship with possibilities. Who knew,
he could rock my world. Will she rock his? World. Mmm?
Ate @ Bliss, in Bliss.

*The phrase “mind’s eye” refers to the human ability for visualization, i.e., for the experiencing

of visual mental imagery; in other words, one’s ability to “see” things with the mind. (Wikipedia)

“I Will Rock Your World”: Bliss

Seeing, her Third Eye
Flashes back, to words,
a memory she never
has those, what memory,
flashes. Remembering?
He says: “It’s worth it!”
“Come home w/ me? Please.
I will rock your world!”
Woulda, coulda, shoulda.
Disappear in the Bliss.
Confident offering.
Accustomed to disillusion;
she runs, to a dead
place. Where love is missing.
Thinking of “him”. Shoulda.
Alone, in a home that was

supposed to be happy.
Together as life partners.
This coldness, racing out
the door to watch football,
his condom fell! It was
inbetween the doors of
the foyer. Literally:

the pain in her heart
unbearable from this
cruel treatment &
this betrayal. Wanting
to just pick up and
run into “his” open
arms. A keen ability:

she could have loved
with “him”, in his bliss.
Invitation, woulda, never
come up for air. Coulda
been truly Bliss, not
quite the life imagined
in her dreams. Life happens.
Sometimes destined. Two

years later an email.
One quiet invitation
connect? A timing never
quite there in the past;
surfacing, why? Cautiously,
fearful of the pain
of loss, nervously she
replies, hitting the email

send button, knows if
he does not reply the
second time she, she
will not be brave
again, maybe for years.
Adrift, alive, not really.

Two new people, renewed
friendship with possibilities.
Who knew, he could rock my
world. Will I rock his?
World. For this moment in time:
Ate @ Bliss, & we are in Bliss.

*Bliss Restaurant & Lounge 4606 Business 17 south, Murrells Inlet, SC
*Bliss is a state of enjoyment, happiness, ecstasy, pleasure, and more.

The phrase “mind’s eye” refers to the human ability for visualization, i.e., for the experiencing of visual mental imagery; in other words, one’s ability to “see” things with the mind. Sometimes referred to as Third Eye.

**The pineal gland, also known as the pineal body, conarium or epiphysis cerebri, is a small endocrine gland in the vertebrate brain. It produces melatonin, a serotonin derived hormone, that affects the modulation of sleep patterns in both seasonal and circadian rhythms.    Its shape resembles a tiny pine cone (hence its name), and it is located in the epithalamus, near the centre of the brain, between the two hemispheres, tucked in a groove where the two halves of the thalamus join. The gland has been compared to the photoreceptive, so-called third parietal eye present in the epithalamus of some animal species, which is also called the pineal eye. René Descartes believed the pineal gland to be the “principal seat of the soul” and viewed it as the third eye.

***The phrase mind’s eye refers to the human ability for visualization.

*”Him” or “his” or “him” is one very dear person whose wish is for anonymity. :).





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