Mister High Maintenance

Art: Karen Joy Picketts, Portrait of Oscar Wilde

When I think of high maintenance, I envision a woman. Recently, my perception of high maintenance turned to men.

Some men emit signals requiring women to go beyond their real identity just to be with them.

This message all too often is not verbalized to the woman.

The meta message thumps…“To be with me; you must…”

Analyzing this pulsating thump and how it dictates some relationships, I’ve concluded: being you instead of some fabricated humanoid is best.

Like and enjoy yourself—quirks goodness and all.

I encourage a fast to sacrifice “do this, and maybe I will give you some attention.”

Mister, there’s a High Maintenance Woman already seasoned to accommodate your high maintenance self; so step to her.

Ladies, know there are men in your league who do not need cultivating—they are awaiting you.

Let’s keep it honest and real, High Maintenance Man, we are vastly different in our desires and needs.

Au revoir…

©2012 Nesi Writes

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Writer Man

Art: Oliver Ray, Man Writing

What are you doing, thinking, being, freeing?

Like a see-saw or whirling twirling swirling but never unnerving

I do dig you like an ole school record

‘Cause, Baby, I love your ways

You are re-quieting enticing spicing like the House of Atredis, my Lord

You are worthy I’m glad you know that

Float on, soar, and carry on your Highness

Beauty is her name—so accommodating, ego stroking spirit of yours elating

I don’t know if I trust her, but, if you do, if that pleases you, go on through to do you ‘cause she is pursuing you though you already knew

We all need our Strokerz for they give us that flesh zinger that twinge and fix we need

I guess the rest of us have to sort through our own mess as we see your groupies serenade you, throw their word panties at you

It sickens me when some floozy tries to woo you with her honey dipped words rolling off her lips

The pretty ones make us wince because we don’t believe in our own beauty (have mercy) see our own worth our own value if we did we would not be jealous it’s true

Pure jealousy haunts me when I see you flirting with those Prancers and Posers because I can’t have you

Now, I see that I want to own you, control you, make you the property that I so loathe being for anyone else…

©2012 Nesi Writes

 

Nuptial Lessons

Freedom Art

Reflecting upon that insidious institution called marriage; I realize I was not as I presented myself to the world during my nuptial. Since my authentic self hid, I divorced—moving forward, allowing myself to emerge.

With intent, I declined the bitterness invitation, but she continuously lurked at my door. Today, I consciously choose who I want to be—a woman void of bitterness. Strict orders in the book of law prevent bitterness from trespassing near my heart.

Each day, I try on my adventures like clothes—tossing some and adding others to my hope chest.

Amidst coupling, marriage, and otherwise, I realize that when the energy of two people collides, a dynamic specific to that union occurs. Universal laws exist; preventing a previous union’s replication from ever occurring again.  Each union is its own one-of-a-kind silo. Oh, what exciting news!

So, release your fear and anxiety that your next union will be as the previous—never gonna happen. Is that not wonderful?

I look forward to experiencing my multi-faceted wonderful self within all my everyday encounters. Wish me well as I send reciprocal love back to you…

©2012 Nesi Writes

 

Chaotic Living

Image: Mr Four Fingers, Chaos Rules

Coalescing diverse components from the planet

Creating this monstrous life

Concocting such a mess of things

Contemplating the truth of the matter

Formless void

Lifeless insanity

Struggling to make this independence work

Dr. Frankenstein-ish fervor

Incessant movement to and fro

Seeking bits and pieces to adhere to this thing-a-ma-jig parcel of a life

Frustration laments

Inoperable spirit

Irrelevant

Consuming madness

Nothing earthly powers this life form

I so passionately desire to create

Missing: The True Spirit

The God power

©Nesi Writes

Spiritual Vexation

Spiritually ascending souls frequently encounter irksome guides as they sojourn.

Stoicism and defection cause these souls to stumble as wee babes for temporary moments in time.

A more enlightened individuation of themselves mastered the aforementioned characteristics, long ago.

©2012 Nesi Writes

 

In Love with an Apparition

Art: You Min Mok, Ghost Love

I’m in love with a ghost.

He woos me sweetly, affectionately, seductively, and tenderly—yet he’s an apparition.

This is not normal because he doesn’t exist in the corporeal even though I know him intimately.

Meeting him as a teen, his elusiveness captured my heart—lock, stock, and barrel.

I’d sadly wait for his appearance though when he did, I’d seem invisible to him.

My love for him traversed through the decades.

His latest manifestation is in a handsome, intelligent, gifted, poetic soul who’s not right for me.

His initial presence remains the same even though he’s taken on many shapes throughout the years.

Recently, he appeared in his disembodied state to assure me that all is well.

The very next day he made a worldwide appearance, physically looking as he does in the non-corporal.

He informed the masses of his real day-to-day life.

Perplexing…

©2012 Nesi Writes

 

Of Royal Descent

Artist Unknown

Once I groveled, presently I glide—at times faltering; now assurance leads my way.

Without a void, I courageously explore all that’s been set before me—a buffet of pleasurable delights.

I encounter no woes and no foes.

Arriving at this place of peace is surreal yet familiar—like where I’ve always been meant.

My previous illusionary state was completely deceptive.

Horrid though my past might have been, nevermore am I faced with looking at its slain head.

Truth revealed the illusion; a bully scared me into believing I existed as a lower-class soul.

Being of royal descent, my nature is regal reigning with princes; leading and plotting courses of illuminated destinies.

I’m a warrior Princess.

My sheathed sword can cut through spiritual bones and sinews; ensuring the security of my lot.

Where there once was pity now there’s awe and disbelief of my profound transformation.

I’m a Princess—mighty and bold because my Father is King.

My Father not only taught me ways of the regal, but he’s gifted me with strategic maneuvering to chart destiny’s course.

Granted eagle height perspective, I see miles ahead as I stay my journey’s course.

I lead my Father’s army; for they trust and know I have their best life at heart.

They’re free to be who they are in our kingdom—exhaling their breath so others are capable of living.

Soul bondage is a death row felony in our land—only freedom walks our gilded streets.

So, what are your desires, my Father asks?

I’m without anything—because now, I receive gifts you choose to give me.

©2012 Nesi Writes