Emily Post's Yield to Despair

Emily Post's Yield to Despair

What's wrong today among behavior?

What's wrong with people's manner apart?

It seems like Knigge has bought a farm in the west

And smugness, vanity and egotism are the "nouveau art"

What's wrong with gentleness?

What's wrong with psyching one up?

What's wrong with showing some respect?

Instead of bleeding one white and cupping his cup

Is it some anger?

Seething down inside?

Does the good intention 

Make it hence right?

We're all in the same boat

Toward "The Promised Land"

With the crucifixions in our heart

Making us flounder, stumble, and stand

We are vulnerable essence

And a strong nature nevertheless

Let us remember politely and pleasant

And remind one of our suavity and confess

Confess that we so need each other 

No matter who, or where, or what or why

Let us confess and "heart-balm" all very heart

In place of being restrained, aloof, low-key or shy

Times need all generosity

Excellence and quality to reassign 

Broadmindedness, kindness, and bounty

And what's more some scrupulousness to fine

I'm here for you

I hear what you say

I understand

I pray

I love you and you are truly amazing

An amazing angel, wonderful in every way

I'm so proud of you, grateful for you being born

A dear friend making the world a better place to stay

And nothing ever else matters

True blood lingering in this vein

Presence's gift for the future

Is healthy and sane

HC_B

June 5, 2016

[18:05 hrs]

Besides No Real Goods

Besides No Real Goods

I know that I'm not really good, however, I'm not really bad either

But imagining that you could accept me in pride makes me simply glad

You can call me names of unknowingness, challenge, and feelings

You can make me desperately, happily and longingly sad

I accept that kind of some mystery

I accept that kind of no good for good

I accept that kind of lonesomeness

I definitely know that I should

You know that I'm surely afraid

I know for sure that you are "as well"

You have suffered your agonies, so did I

How far “or near”. - None can tell.

You're adorable, your kind, you’re cute

You've enchanted me with your cozy spell

You enlightened a candle of warm dizzy light

Within a shady and gloomy prison cell

You made and make my day

Grave and easy, dark and light

All mighty and so terrible war

Worthwhile a new so fight

You bring that kind of contrast

An invisible blueprint of such a life

You are my enchanted melody now

My classic Waltz and "gayly" Jive

I need a bar, a beat and unmistakable

But, please, play it smoothly and gently

Drive me like a Mustang or a Rover

Better treat me like a Bentley

There are stones of melancholy and glumness

Deep in my soul all buried out of breath somehow

Can you touch them in peaceful wonder?

Course them to the sea of NOW?

The sea of all can happen again

Stormy or sunny weather

The sea of being free

Together

I can't see you the way I feel

I can't see you clear at all

You may be tiny so far

Anything but small

Don't know what to be, but basically myself

So "motherless childish" lost in every way and a ‘gate

Don't know where to go, but where you're supposed to be

My arrival for to prepare yourself or just lovingly await

You’re doing great, you're doing fine

I'm impressed to express

I like you a lot

I guess

You are my heart for now

My good, as you say, inner core

You are my new country and maybe

My true hometown to explore

HC_B - 26/07/15

[6:48 PM]

Humble Home Embrace

Humble Home Embrace

Sometimes I hate certain people kind of, I guess, and yes, somehow

For misunderstanding, misjudging and mistreating me by far

They have not the slightest idea of who I really am

Or who even they in honesty and sincerity are

They keep spinning themselves a construct of figment

OK, but, heck and damn it not a bit of a bummer self-aware

Usually, I don't give a flying fig and take it with humor

Then sometimes I give a big shit and I do CARE

Sometimes I can't stand it, the intolerable

The impudence, the infamy, and the outright brass

That's when I feel violated, cumbered, conflicting for dear life

A "barking dog", snarling, baring its teeth, no false demeanor, no class

I've been always left on my own any old how

With no understanding, condemnation and disgust

I wish I could be recognized gently sometimes nevertheless

Met with ignorance or fear in those moments, I'd rather love trust

I'd love to be seen for what I am, be it ever so inside

None to be afraid of, no enemy and no devil in disguise

On contrary, I need to be protected once in a while

Can't anybody see it, be patient and be wise?

Is it possible to look into my eyes?

                                         And capture my naked me?                                        

Is it possible? 

To SEE?

The naively good I wish for everybody

Even though they're not treating me right

Is it possible to believe in palm lightness?

In the darkness of an ephemeral fight?

I need your help in moments like those and this

I need your best, your distinction and forbearance art

I need you connected, courageous and kindly

With me, for me, backing - not apart

Sometimes I'm my biggest enemy at that

For the reason alone leading opinions astray

For burden me lots of unbearable blame and guilt

For hiding in and for me, distracting and delay

I wish I had some arms around me

To give me shelter and a home

I wish I could give all me

To all and one alone

I don't want to limit anymore what I ever will have to give

Being afraid of it could be as usually, oh, always be too much

Let me cuddle you, embrace and care, be ingenuous

Be the one who loves all of it or else or such

I eventually will not contribute to secular kind of things

There may not be more money, more credit, and alike more fame

All I have to offer you is sincerity, dignity, and honor

And all my, oh, so much love taking AIM

Taking AIM to love you

Me and the world and all around

Taking AIM to AIM at our dearest dreams

For finding them and finally be found

HC_B - 01/10/15

[12:48 AM]