- In the coure of human relations all contact is based on some degree of emotional investment. That may range from almost zero, although it’s never actually zero, up to the maximum emotional investment, i.e. heart and soul. My investment with strangers on the street or on public transit is pretty low, but not zero, since I still maintain some sense of empathy and generally wish folks well.When a relationship begins the degree of emotional investment is a process wherein each party makes a series of investments, slowly escalating upwards. In the end, the final tabulation if you will, the question is whether these investments are relatively equal or not. Unfortunately it is only in hindsight that I realized your investment was greater than mine. If I had seen that in time I could have adjusted sooner, sending you signs of the changing market, and perhaps allowing you to limit your investment, instead of waiting for the inevitable emotional market crash. For the first time in my life I was only investing short term, and for one of the few times in your life you were investing long term. Who knew? Perhaps in the future quarterly reports would be appropriate, assessing performance and predicting activity in the upcoming quarter.
Should I re-enter the market at some future date I may have to consider this kind of clarity.
Oh, Cruel Dishwasher!
By Cinnamon Cat
I can’t find the,
Receptacle.
For the crunchy food,
Delectable.
That was once so very,
Plentiful.
I will starve and become,
Skeletal.
And I’ll need attention,
Medical.
This is truly,
Unacceptable.
I guess I am,
Neglectable.
You Don’t Know Me
You don’t know me,
Nor do I,
I can’t say what makes me cry,
What makes me laugh,
What moves my soul,
What makes me sing,
What makes me whole,
When I’m sad I don’t know why,
You don’t know me,
Nor do I.
MISGUIDED
Never leave food on your plate,
Nor drink in your glass,
As principles go
I should let this one pass,
For my efforts to never
Let food go to waste,
Is adding considerable
Girth to my waist!
Removing Me
Down on my knees,
I scrape and scrub,
Tiled corners,
The bathroom tub,
Pull out the stove,
Refrigerator,
Clean behind the radiator,
Every speck of dirt,
Every single hair,
Every sign that I,
Ever have lived there,
It was my home,
Filled with my presence,
Now I remove,
Every last essence,
Of my existence,
Completely clean,
So even the best CSI team,
Could run their tests,
With scientific care,
And never prove,
That I’ve lived there.
Folds Of Grey
Dark shadows coming from the light
From one I trust,
It isn’t right to feel this way,
My memories wrapped in folds of grey,
Forbidden, hidden deep within
Guilt embedded in my skin
Lay buried there deep in my soul
For I believed I played a role
All those years ago
My innocence defiled
Your loyal, reponsible child,
Lived with years and seeds of doubt
Till finally the truth came out,
An unexpected voice let it be known,
It was not just me,
I was not alone,
He too has lived a lifetime spanned,
With ripples from your probing hand,
I was shaped and formed,
You bent my will,
With your own damaged needs to fill,
Now finally time turns around,
With answers not sure I wish I’d found,
And the facts just lay there,
Cold,
Like a steel crutch,
Shattered remnants of a mother’s touch.
Curves & Bones
Curves and bones
And bones and metal
Tactile swerves
To prove your mettle
Not some bit of yum
But a work of arts
A woman whose sum
Is more than her parts.
Ripples
Our influence is like water, never sure who we get wet,
We go around affecting lives, of people we’ve never met.
Midnight Rain
The midnight rain
It beckons me
To show myself
And I don’t resist
Because we both know
I love to be kissed
By sweetened drops
From a night sky
Not obsessed
With staying dry
For the night rain knows
When all’s said and done
I prefer midnight rain
To the midday sun.
Just Got My Bill
Just got my bill,
From my bad spill.
For five days,
In the hospital.
Just got my bill,
For surgeon’s skill.
He fixed me with,
A plate of steel.
Just got my bill,
For every pill.
For all the pain,
They helped to kill.
Just got my bill,
And what a thrill.
I live in Sweden,
So it’s no big deal.
(Ambulance, intravenous morphine, ER care, CT scan, x-rays, reconstructive surgery, ultrasound, four nights round-the-clock care in the orthopedic unit, oxycontin and morphine tablets, and three meals a day, = ~$118)
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