Travel memoir21
Master Don Juan
Here's a Poetry post I did on my Instagram, and it only had 12 views compared to the others I've gotten. I call BS if you're talking about the algorithm, there's probably a freakin moderator at work there and watching and reading everything. Or some sort of Feminist cvnt device that is watching out for these type of post that encourages Men and people to have better self worth and do something constructive. I don't know man, here was my Poem.
Chaste Love, Not tail.
' Chaste Love, not tail.
Expectations of not getting what you want
is like a tale of a grasshopper
preparing the harvest for winter
and teaching and blessing an ant.
It’s like holding a door
for a teammate after a hard fought
game, you pour gatorade warmthly
on your cool veins and give
a compliment for his efforts.
That girl you seek is but the
wind and fire you felt on
your skin and rested in the
middle of the woods, you felt
exhausted in your efforts, but the
bliss of the cool water you
drink in your canteen gathered
from the river has relieved your
hardened exterior. Devotion
is found in the spirit soul
and you are not this body,
you are not born to get the
approval of a piece of shallow
dopamine romp to satisfy your ego,
no my friend, you are the spirit soul
with a purpose to represent God
with a specific purpose to give Love
to everyone around you.
Give. Bless and live minimally with
what you have and live simply
like a fisherman by the seashore
or a street busker in the subways
of New York. Give with love
and don’t seek approval of no one
to satisfy your soul and bring solace
to everyone around you.
Love is indeed spontaneous, and
the woman you might adore in
the future is like a sniper bullet
who shot JFK and Lincoln, unexpected
and turbulent. So on a Summer day
as an avid skateboarder relish each tricks,
while sipping a Pepsi and admiring
the forgotten sunset, Love will
come crashing down on you one
way or another like a masseuse
with soothing lavender oil gently
and expertly soothing your sense
of humor and feet. '
Chaste Love, Not tail.
' Chaste Love, not tail.
Expectations of not getting what you want
is like a tale of a grasshopper
preparing the harvest for winter
and teaching and blessing an ant.
It’s like holding a door
for a teammate after a hard fought
game, you pour gatorade warmthly
on your cool veins and give
a compliment for his efforts.
That girl you seek is but the
wind and fire you felt on
your skin and rested in the
middle of the woods, you felt
exhausted in your efforts, but the
bliss of the cool water you
drink in your canteen gathered
from the river has relieved your
hardened exterior. Devotion
is found in the spirit soul
and you are not this body,
you are not born to get the
approval of a piece of shallow
dopamine romp to satisfy your ego,
no my friend, you are the spirit soul
with a purpose to represent God
with a specific purpose to give Love
to everyone around you.
Give. Bless and live minimally with
what you have and live simply
like a fisherman by the seashore
or a street busker in the subways
of New York. Give with love
and don’t seek approval of no one
to satisfy your soul and bring solace
to everyone around you.
Love is indeed spontaneous, and
the woman you might adore in
the future is like a sniper bullet
who shot JFK and Lincoln, unexpected
and turbulent. So on a Summer day
as an avid skateboarder relish each tricks,
while sipping a Pepsi and admiring
the forgotten sunset, Love will
come crashing down on you one
way or another like a masseuse
with soothing lavender oil gently
and expertly soothing your sense
of humor and feet. '