The Wild Child

This poem is purely literary. Please read it with an open mind and out of respect for the written word. To me, writing is my life. There is nothing I love more. I have a very creative imagination. I have always written from my heart …about topics that I am passionate about – Christianity, makeup, poetry, food, romance, women’s issues, soulful music etc. Given the circumstances, my gender, situation, geography etc, I feel the need to put up a disclaimer everytime I write a romantic piece. Everyone is entitled to an opinion. But, please don’t interpret this poem in a way it was not intended. That is just my humble request. 

We're all going to die one day.
And this is what the wise ones say.
The things you'll regret.
Are the things to do, you did neglect.
So live today and die another day.
Be careless and let the heart have it's way.
If reckless pain, it wants today.
Lay it down on your best ashtray.

The heart is just a child out to play.
It wants what it wants anyway.
It does not calculate.
It does not see early or late.
It just smiles. 
Like a small child.
Whatever is laid on the plate.
However small, just a bite it wants to take.

The heart wants what the heart wants.
For things that are complicated, it longs. 
The mind foresees all the horror mysteries.
Upon pursuit in the morbid sorrow series.
The heart is aware, yet unafraid.
Of the price that must be paid.
A taste of that same old drug.
Just one last whiff or a chug.

Better to have loved and lost.
Than never to have loved at all.
Irrespective how hurtful the cost.
The heart is not afraid time and again to fall.
The heart is just a dreamy child.
It looks around untrained and wild.
All too well it knows.
Of incoming blows and arrows.
Yet, it keeps wandering in oscillating echoes.

Keeping the mind occupied is such an easy task.
Even syncing the spirit may probably help you at last.
But the heart is such a rotten child.
Just keeps fixating after being exiled. 
So it's okay, time and again at the same pit, I fall.
It's not that I didn't see it coming at all.
But this untamed heart is such a wild child.
The brain had already predicted ...and yet it smiled.

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  1. The heart can be a real trickster playing softball with our emotions at one moment and then playing hardball with them in the next instant, sending us on an emotional roller coaster ride that is hard not to fall off of. Beautiful photo.

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  2. YeS HeART iS A Free
    Wild Child Always Ready to



    Knees So What

    When HeART

    FaLLS iT Feels

    So Good To Get Up

    And Play Some More

    So What if HeART Never

    Sleeps As There

    Is Always


    Wide Awake
    to Seek And Find More

    Oh HeART Rue

    Is Such

    A Dreamy

    Child Wild When

    Day Becomes Night

    And Night Becomes Day

    Just Floating iN A Cloud

    Waiting On Wind… GusT CoMeS AGAiN..:)

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    1. Yes indeed…..Rue is a such a dreamy child floating away in a cloud bubble all day……
      You got it right Fred!
      It’s like you’ve known me forever….😅😉🤣😎🎀💐🤩🙏🏼😜🥴🤭

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      1. Hehe Rue is A Magic Carpet
        Ride it Doesn’t
        Matter If You
        Are Aladdin
        Or The
        She Springs
        Your iMaGiNaTioN


        You Never
        Thought Of

        So Much
        More Than
        A Grinding

        My Many
        Women In
        A Dance Hall

        Souls Evolving



        Heaven On
        Earth When






        “Private Parts”

        Indeed Just
        The Way JeSuS
        Described it

        In A Place
        With No
        Moon or Stars
        Or Sun Only

        Events Of Soul



        “Who” “KNeW” 😜🙏

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    1. Thank you KK. What can I say… heart’s like an instrument that wants to make music all day🎀😅🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️💁‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙆‍♀️🤦‍♀️🎀

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    1. Thank you Jude. Glad you like my poem….
      Man that heart sure is a piece of work…..well said.
      The girl in the pic is me….so thank you 😊🙏🏼😊


      1. Oh no, I didn’t mean to say that so honestly if I’d known it was you. I’d hate to lose a chance of making a blog friendship because of a cheesy line about your appearance😔

        Otherwise it was my pleasure liking the poem💜

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    1. Thank you my dear sweet Preeths…..
      I know na! The one who has learned to take the heart is a successful human being I guess…..😉😅😂…
      Ooh magical, wow….thank you Doll.

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  3. But the heart is such a rotten child.
    Just keeps fixating after being exiled.
    So it’s okay, time and again at the same pit, I fall.
    It’s not that I didn’t see it coming at all

    It reminds me of a great little story that begins… I’ll find it for you, cos it’s maybe what you need to hear?

    “I walk down the street.
    There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
    I fall in.
    I am lost… I am helpless.
    It isn’t my fault.
    It takes forever to find a way out.

    I walk down the same street.
    There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
    I pretend I don’t see it.
    I fall in again.
    I can’t believe I am in the same place.
    But, it isn’t my fault.
    It still takes me a long time to get out.

    I walk down the same street.
    There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
    I see it is there.
    I still fall in. It’s a habit.
    My eyes are open.
    I know where I am.
    It is my fault. I get out immediately.

    walk down the same street.
    There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
    I walk around it.

    I walk down another street.”

    ― Portia Nelson, There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance of Self-Discovery

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    1. Beautifulllllllllllllllll
      Dawn….so beautiful
      Such a beautiful explanation….
      I can definitely draw parallels here….
      I loved this story. Thanks for sharing …
      Love and lots more love 😍💗🎀💟😘🤩💖

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