Sunday, September 29, 2019
POEMS, COMMENTS, AND HAIKU BY DONOVAN BALDWIN, SEPTEMBER 21, 2019
you are golden flame
sensuously licking me
with your burning tongue
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Decadent my desires,
So they would tell me,
Yet, when I hold you,
I cannot imagine
Any evil within
Our ardent embrace
Or its ultimate end,
Which we both desire,
With amorous breaths
Respectful caresses,
For a lifetime of unity.
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a form of madness
flowing poetry of words
not real yet most real
-----
loving beyond laws
exploring adventuring
pleasure's boundaries
-----
in our secret rooms
lovers permitted entry
their ticket our trust
-----
happiness, pleasure,
more important than mine
yours, for that will be ours
-----
i do not matter
your happiness and pleasure
what i care about
-----
i find my teen self
in this ancient gray haired man
who now understands
-----
wish I could drop out
disappear take her with me
start over again
-----
my absent lover
still always present within
mysterious void
-----
as embers in the wind
i watch your erotic dance
weaving love in air
-----
neither of us slave
each master of the other
by common desire
-----
smoke upon the air
you swirl warmly around me
part of every breath
-----
a mystic blossom
your majestic flowering
garden of one bloom
-----
Reminders, constant,
Not the person
I like to think I am,
Failure in the moment,
Just when I think
I'm doing well...
Reminders...
Just to keep me on my toes,
Realize my failures...
Reminders...
Of weaknesses and errors.
-----
sensuously licking me
with your burning tongue
-----
Decadent my desires,
So they would tell me,
Yet, when I hold you,
I cannot imagine
Any evil within
Our ardent embrace
Or its ultimate end,
Which we both desire,
With amorous breaths
Respectful caresses,
For a lifetime of unity.
-----
a form of madness
flowing poetry of words
not real yet most real
-----
loving beyond laws
exploring adventuring
pleasure's boundaries
-----
in our secret rooms
lovers permitted entry
their ticket our trust
-----
happiness, pleasure,
more important than mine
yours, for that will be ours
-----
i do not matter
your happiness and pleasure
what i care about
-----
i find my teen self
in this ancient gray haired man
who now understands
-----
wish I could drop out
disappear take her with me
start over again
-----
my absent lover
still always present within
mysterious void
-----
as embers in the wind
i watch your erotic dance
weaving love in air
-----
neither of us slave
each master of the other
by common desire
-----
smoke upon the air
you swirl warmly around me
part of every breath
-----
a mystic blossom
your majestic flowering
garden of one bloom
-----
Reminders, constant,
Not the person
I like to think I am,
Failure in the moment,
Just when I think
I'm doing well...
Reminders...
Just to keep me on my toes,
Realize my failures...
Reminders...
Of weaknesses and errors.
-----
Labels: desires, donovan baldwin, embers in the wind, haiku, happiness, love, madness, mystic blossom, pleasure, poem, poet, poetry, secret rooms
Saturday, December 02, 2017
Are We Going Mad?
By: Donovan Baldwin
I think many of us, perhaps more than you and I might imagine, wonder at times if we are going mad.
I've had times in my life when I thought that.
I've heard people describe clinical mental conditions, and thought to myself, "They're describing what happened to me!"
A couple of problems with understanding our own madness, of course, is, if you've never been crazy, clinically crazy, how can you know if you are or not?
If you go off someone else's description, how can you know that you are feeling the real thing, or even the same thing?
I "go crazy" in the emergency room of the hospital when they ask me to rate my pain on a scale of 1 - 10.
My 5 may be somebody else's 7 or 3.
A problem with self-diagnosing "crazy" or "madness", or, pain level, for that matter, is that, one person's "crazy" may be another person's "normal".
Still, even when we cannot quite be sure if we are "going crazy" or experiencing genuine "madness", if we are at that point where we are beginning to wonder, seriously wonder, then we are in a situation that needs to be treated as if it is real.
Someone in their own experience of madness can do, say, believe things that they would not under "normal" conditions and reactions. We can portray madness, especially merely perceived madness, as funny.
But, to the person experiencing it, it's very real.
I know.
I think many of us, perhaps more than you and I might imagine, wonder at times if we are going mad.
I've had times in my life when I thought that.
I've heard people describe clinical mental conditions, and thought to myself, "They're describing what happened to me!"
A couple of problems with understanding our own madness, of course, is, if you've never been crazy, clinically crazy, how can you know if you are or not?
If you go off someone else's description, how can you know that you are feeling the real thing, or even the same thing?
I "go crazy" in the emergency room of the hospital when they ask me to rate my pain on a scale of 1 - 10.
My 5 may be somebody else's 7 or 3.
A problem with self-diagnosing "crazy" or "madness", or, pain level, for that matter, is that, one person's "crazy" may be another person's "normal".
Still, even when we cannot quite be sure if we are "going crazy" or experiencing genuine "madness", if we are at that point where we are beginning to wonder, seriously wonder, then we are in a situation that needs to be treated as if it is real.
Someone in their own experience of madness can do, say, believe things that they would not under "normal" conditions and reactions. We can portray madness, especially merely perceived madness, as funny.
But, to the person experiencing it, it's very real.
I know.
Labels: donovan baldwin, going mad, madness