Drugging for esteem

The drug gives self-esteem
And so it feels
That it does
For short

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The Happiness of Contentment

Less bright and loud
More strong and deep
Neither open nor hidden
There lingering
A happiness
Me contented

Discussing Talk

Though I would talk with you
You’d rather discuss with me
I want to talk to you
Discusing to you is impossible

Listen,
I’m talking
You talk back
We’re talkimg to each other

I’m talking
you heard me
and responded
I heard you

It was nice discussion

The gods of fashion

The gods of fashion speak every season.
They tell us what to wear and sometimes what not.
They help us craft artificial self-esteem:
we feel cool with ourselves
because we’re wearing that that they’ve prescribed for the day.
Declaring what to trend,
they ask us to sync with what’s trending
— feeding their fame and fortune.
But we have taken the red pill.

I still like my two-button, and not overly fitted, suits.
That one-button suits, with fitted fitting, are in now, will soon pass.
And for what? I would not try to tell.
We leave that for the gods of fashion.

Because their fashions are fickle, are the gods not fickle.
Trusted to be arbiters of style,
we give them power:
if we have to bother about how to wear ourselves
as they describe for winter, fall, spring, or summer.

You can’t beat the decent and the sensible, can you.
Principles the gods of fashion cannot overrule, by principle.
Some follow these, others try to redefine the fine.
Many claim a variable morality;
variable by the seasons, ‘artists’ whims, and volitional caprices.

Beauty makes sense.
And crazy isn’t beautiful.
It can’t be, by design.

‘I love you’ rings in my head

Thinking of how many times I’ve heard them

Those words, they appear in me now and again

Whether you’re here or some where

‘I love you,’ rings in my head

You were in love with me yesterday

“What have you done to me”
I still remember those words
“I can’t get you out of my head”
You were so in love — with me

That you wanted me like I wanted you
Was a feeling of heaven in my world
That’s someone else’s heaven now
You were in love with me yesterday

Contented

She has travelled wide
I’ve only lived in town
I’m happy for her
And me, contented

My car is old
And sometimes I walk
I am happy for the mechanic
And me, contented

My wife is awesome
She’s my wife
I am happy with her
Contented