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  1. Light Housework

    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Exacting
    By redpathetic

    It's down now, to another line,
    Where I suss out what has come through,
    The crazy chaos,
    To have any, movement of meaning,
    To make passion in my heart.

    The high, always, is what I seek,
    Of feeling I am on the right path,
    Travelling the right way,
    Or as close as possible,
    That is always the right path.

    Missing, parts, and parts that impede, my footsteps,
    Are all part of this, attempt, at feeling high,
    Susatainably.
    God knows,
    If anyone does,
    It's all I live for.

    Who lives for anything else?
    I don't understand them,
    Those who seek a high by means of which I do not understand.
    All I know is, it is, exactly, exact,
    And there is nothing more exact.

    Dull, it be, in theory,
    Dull, in practise.
    Dull, except when one has what one seeks.
    Dull, except when we are fulfilled,
    Dull, except when we have our way.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Ache For Joy
    By redpathetic

    Do the writing,
    do what you have to do,
    Then do what you next have to do.
    It's all for a good cause,
    All in all.

    You can't have it all,
    How dull it would be anyway.
    Always the rose with the thorns,
    Are life.
    And death.

    That priest-ess,
    What was s/he on about?
    Something,
    About the thorns being unfair.
    Childbirth is painful I hear.

    But what else is there to be,
    But a mother?
    Or a father,
    Whose heart aches,
    For Joy
     
  3. Light Housework

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    Pastimes
    By redpathetic

    To find you,
    I stumble through,
    Alienation, shit, hurt feelings ( theirs, mine ),
    The search goes on when I can spur my eyes to look,
    To show my doughy face,
    Knowing I frighten and am frightened,
    Feeling like a doughnut, glinting with glaze,
    On display, for a price that can't be paid,
    Except with a glass slipper or a thief,
    Inside I wait, outside I seek.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Better than digging a ditch?
    By redpathetic

    The state of mind, sane, insane,
    I try to sense,
    And how, when, what, is ready to be triggered.
    It's not how the children's book said it would be.
    It's not just about how I am.
    It's about also,
    How I am perceived and so I look around,
    With antennae,
    When I'm awake and alert,
    For patterns,
    In a great big looney bin.
    A looney bin full of well heeled professionals,
    And the pee-ons,
    And the hordes of stock yard animals,
    Of which I am one.
    Will the swine next to me give me cow eyes,
    Or bite my tail stump?
    Is there a fellow I can eat grass with,
    Or must I run for cover to where there is none,
    Or pick up a few scraps,
    Surreptitiously,
    The ones that can't be kept from my hungry mouth.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Just Make the Honey
    By redpathetic

    Stuck
    With good intentions but lacking willingness,
    I wait, for that ship to come in,
    To see my "HELP ME" sign in fire or sand.
    I stir, but not the soup I most want.
    I stir the one that gives instant success,
    Small success, and tainted.

    I look to the sky,
    At the ground,
    In my heart, and head,
    And at my fellow.
    I notice that there must be that instant joy,
    Or we don't budge at will.
    How do I produce that human honey for myself,

    And for my queen bee,
    Who constantly buzzes below
    Layers of surface distractions, illusions, fears,
    But to choose to make honey,
    No matter how hard the job is,
    Because though honey bears might think they're smart,
    They don't get to serve the queen bee,

    Who buzzes below,
    Layers of white noise,
    Calling me to be a honey bee,
    To tune out the annoying bears,
    And be myself.
    My queen understands me.
    She is, the one who really loves me.

    Who loves the bear,
    Like my queen loves me?
    I hurt no one,
    I just pollinate,
    And make life sweet.
    Is the bear more loveable than me?
    Is the bear more noble than me?

    The bear steals,
    While I work, hurting no one,
    No one.
    But the bear is bigger,
    And so, more able to bully.
    Does that make him more noble?
    Does that make her more sweet?
     
  6. Light Housework

    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    A little can mean alot.
    By redpathetic

    A gleamingly clean cup,
    Cleaned for me to enjoy,
    A flower bought,
    To remind of joy.
    A smile and a touch,
    So gentle and so soothing,
    To remind me what I am.
    A thought that is humble,
    Anything to please,
    A sense, of what I believe in,
    To re-assert
    Where life is paradise,
    I go, where man has not or has,
    It matters not,
    The status it has,
    Just that it brings me here,
    Willingly with a genuinely beautiful smile,
    Coming from somewhere inside,
    A sense of abundant gratitude,
    And desire,
    To generate,
    What does please,
    Ever so humbly.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    We Never Give Up Willingly
    By redpathetic

    Sweep it under the rug,
    Give it an acid bath,
    We don't want to know,
    Your problems that are painful to think of.

    We care.
    We're so nice.
    We are so brave.
    We, are so right.

    Your problems they're just too messy.
    Your pain it's just too stinky.
    Your walk of life, is too corrupted,
    To merit our true attention.

    We are to see, what we want to.
    We are, to bring home to our family,
    That which applauds us.
    We are, what we are, and we are, so unquestionably right.

    The proof is in how well,
    We organize our home lives,
    Our work lives,
    Our resumes and references.

    That tell all,
    That needs be told.
    The environment doesn't hold a candle to us,
    Unless, it steals the show.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    One Day You'll Be A Little Old Lady Getting Sassed Right Back
    By redpathetic

    So there you are.
    Glittering and eye shadowed, lipsticked, stilletto-heeled.
    What a star.
    So, what's inside?
    Anything I might like?
    Do you know what I like?
    I think you don't care what I like,
    And it's only what I don't like,
    That you want to banish me to.
    You want to ride me,
    But I move too slowly.
    So you kick my ass with your pointy shoes.
    You think you're the cat's ass, so cool.
    You are definiteyly catty, and an ass.
    One day, your ass will lose its sass,
    And it will show the bitterness that is your reward,
    For being such a *$%^&*( bore.
     
  9. Light Housework

    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    A Thousand Times Burnt, A Million Times Shy
    By redpathetic

    I'm Still Looking

    I said come in from the cold.
    I didn't know you would think that you would stay.
    Not that I blame you.
    I know it's very cold out there.
    But others before you have betrayed.

    And so you must go,
    As eventually, the others did.
    To find a new terrain.
    To let me maintain,
    This loneliness that is so precious to me.

    I want to share, and share alike,
    Or I would, if I knew you were my sharing type.
    You have been desperate,
    And needy.
    It's not your fault.

    It is not mine, that I've been corrupted with time.
    You may be innocent,
    But I am blind.
    Until proven kind,
    I just won't close my eyes.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Same old same old story.
    By redpathetic

    So it's quiet now.
    It's like a snow is hushing us all up.
    Well, me anyway, and those I like.
    We are like birds aren't we.
    Delicate, pensive.
    Hiding in our feathers, dreaming.

    I always want you.
    I don't want to make a false move.
    I don't feel the time is ripe.
    It's so quiet now.
    I don't think that I am everything for you.
    I never would insist on being anything,
    More than a comfort,
    Or a fascination,
    That lies dormant.

    That lies dormant,
    Until, you take it out of it's cruddy box,
    Polish it off, reassure it that your gaze runs deep and true,
    And you cajole it into being faithful,
    Slowly, with forgiveness and a terribly lasting yearning,
    To fit hand in glove,
    In a small way,
    One that branches out and offers seed.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    There's a Big Nose that Knows
    By redpathetic

    What kind of bully are you?
    Well, you made it this far didn't you?
    Completely innocent?
    What might makes you right in this world?

    Did they teach you that if you were guilty too,
    They'd be easier on you?
    You'd be one of the gang, protected,
    If you bloodied your hands and smiled.

    Did you put on such a convincing act,
    For so long,
    That you forgot you were acting,
    Ending up believing, it's you, the real you?

    Lambs everywhere,
    You walk without trepidation among them,
    In the same clothes they wear,
    Enjoying their gullibility and despising them.

    Sometimes though, you're not sure what,
    But there is something else there.
    Some little bird in some necessary tree,
    May have seen.

    Is there no hope,
    You could come clean?
    Forgiveness abounds,
    But can you see?

    Is it too ingrained,
    This bloodthirst.
    Would there be nothing left,
    If the cancer were cut out of your character?
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Mentally Tiptoe
    By redpathetic

    You can have your fine wine,
    Middle class life.
    I will take poetry,
    An early grave.

    You renovate, redecorate,
    To pacify your mate.
    No need to question,
    When it only gets you a smack in the face.

    You're well trained to keep it unconscious,
    Awareness that you are bound, gagged,
    Tied to a chair on a precipice,
    Duct tape everwhere.

    You don't hold a mirror.
    You paint a pretty picture.
    It's the natural order,
    When only unconsciously, lives the other.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Who am I to be here
    By redpathetic

    Hold on, to that focus.
    Hold on, because nobody knows you.
    Be quiet, or you'll attract predators.
    Focus only.
    focus only.
    Don't become the seething cesspool of rage,
    With the smiling, glinting face.
    Don't be devoured by a senseless slaughter.
    Focus only, on saving what you can,
    To shelter and nourish your children,
    From getting infected with self-hate.
    Even if they are only the leftover crumbs,
    From the loaf the senseless ate.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Don't Wanna Be Your Slave
    By redpathetic

    Tell me what I should know.
    Fill my receptors with simple love.
    Go back to the origins.
    Wanting sympathy and education.

    Stop it with this hard shell.
    These overgrown thorns.
    This spell.
    It won't save you.

    You will still need me.
    Sympathy and education.
    Sympathy and education, has feeling.
    It's not okay to eat to bully.

    Alone with people you've wronged,
    You'll be met with hardness.
    The flash in the pan of vulnerablity,
    Will be known as such.

    Loneliness, worse than being alone.
    Betrayal, worse than being preyed upon.
    Hardening hearts like oysters do grains of sand,
    Your slaves will seek freedom.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Instinct
    By redpathetic

    Useless, yes I'm useless.
    Stupid, yes I am stupid.
    Parasitical, oh yes.
    Flaws, and more flaws.

    It's funny how all of a sudden they show up,
    Just after several people laughed at my jokes,
    Just after a warm glance from someone,
    Someone else's possession.

    Interesting how anyone that is competition,
    Becomes not worth paying.
    Why not demoralize and degrade,
    If no key player dares to take notice.

    Afraid of opening their eyes,
    The sheep pretend there was no killing.
    It only paves the way to more of the same.
    A good sheppard team is hard to find.

    One hundred sheppards won't stop the pack,
    When each is alone on its shift,
    Drifting on a cloud are the rest.
    Taught to act like sheep, adrift.
     
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    Light Housework formerly redpathetic Subscriber

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    Give me shelter, or a transformer.
    By redpathetic

    You Save Us

    It gives the chaos some pull of gravity
    To be romanced by you,
    To be nursed, coaxed,
    With your mixture of gender
    Your womanly wiles that are rather manly,

    You give me the lullabies for the snakes
    That hiss around my ears and slither
    Up my legs.
    You will save us, you do.

    You have squirmed, rubbed and rubbed,
    Squirmed and sqirmed,
    To be free of the bonds that degrade,
    With your womanly wiles
    And your manly substance,

    If life is a pigstye,
    You knock down the fences that are too cramping.
    If life is a game,
    You try to make it enjoyable for all.

    You do try, little squirmer.
     
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    The Poison of Broken Mirrors
    By redpathetic

    Why, why did you two break up?
    Let me guess, and I don't think it will be too hard.
    We are no ones to him, to the likes of him.
    Just livestock, to buy and sell for profit,
    To make himself look good.
    He is godless, loves no one and nothing,
    He smashes mirrors, if he doesn't have to clean up the shards.
    What is behind the mirror, and what before,
    It's what he most abhors,
    And so the mirror is where he stays to gaze.
    How many mirrors will satisfy that vanity,
    How many pools of water must suffer the poison,
    Of all those smashed mirrors,
    Mirrors that enraged, bored, disgusted him,
    Mirrors that were never kind enough.
     
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    I guess I was having too much fun.
    By redpathetic

    Valentine's Day Break-up.

    Strength comes, shows its glowing face,
    Out comes fear chasing it down, glowering,
    Stalking.
    A downpour of complaints,
    Everything twisted into a negativity.
    A shriveled penis deliberately on display.
    Telling me something,
    On Valentine's Day.
     
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    care for a little thing
    By redpathetic

    Dreamt someone loved me.
    Dreamt it was true.
    Dreamt someone meant to understand me,
    Enough not to hurt me.

    Dreamt someone was like me,
    Dreamt someone felt like me,
    Dreamt that someone spoke the language,
    I've only felt, in passing,

    On a dance floor,
    Or in a movement that wasn't made,
    In an omission of aggression,
    A gentle lack of explosion,

    When they enter my personal space,
    On the seat beside me on the bus,
    Or the dance floor,
    A booth in a restaurant,

    Or anywhere,
    Where there is time enough
    To care,
    To Abstain from hurting me.
     
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    Mouth full of pie
    By redpathetic

    My love, my love, I love your love,
    Your mature love that doesn't turn into,
    Mr. Hyde and all that never mind.
    Never mind, I won't look behind,

    Please help me stay on target,
    My love, love us, before it gets much darker,
    I want to go out with happy tears in my eyes,
    Not stoic lies, stoic, lies.

    I'll be strong,
    If I know it is wrong,
    Please let me feel and don't turn round,
    Your heart from proving that you really love us.
     

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