Momoa (parody of Simon and Garfunkel’s Cecilia)

I woke up to find Jason Momoa from Game of Thrones had shaved his face and Twitter subsequently exploded. So, being a big dork, I had to make a cheesy parody. With all my serious, and often dark, writing, here’s a chance for you all to get a good laugh at something I post. I put this together really fast, so forgive me for the quality. Enjoy 🤪 (and yes, I just realized I’m pronouncing his last name a bit wrong 🤣)

 

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Another Fool

I want you to be overwhelmed

by me;

breathless,

dizzy,

unable to turn

away.

 

I want you to see me,

all of me.

I want you to want

to explore

all the hidden corners

wrapped in shadow

that no one else

can see.

 

I want you to persue me

relentlessly,

to fight for me

like I am your most coveted

prize,

your fate,

your only.

 

But you are lukewarm

in your attentions.

For all your

lust

you are empty of

passion.

 

There is no subtelty

to your art,

and your arrogance

betrays

your hand.

You love to play

the hero,

but you are just

another fool.

 

6-24-18

Humanity

Locked doors

barred tight

danger lurks

beyond sight

“progress” kills

nuclear war

oldest profession

that of a

whore.

2002

Origins, Then and Now

Then

Fantasies

of a piece long

lost

discovering its

puzzle.

The great

return,

where I make

sense

amid the teeming

masses

of confused

and confusing

humans.

 

Now

Fantasies ripped

and torn,

destroyed by the

one

from whose belly

I was

cut

before being sent

far away

to those who would

come to

regret their

purchase.

5-1-18

The Year of Broken Promises

This was the year of broken promises,

the year of shattered illusions,

the year of systematic

pulling of the rugs

from beneath

my

feet.

 

Everything known is lost,

everything believed,

proved false.

All of the pretense

has been

stripped

bare.

 

Naked,

I stand before the mirror.

Alone,

I crumble or I rise.

4-2-15

I Want Love

I want love that’s soft and warm

on a cold day,

snuggled up on the couch by a fire,

comfortable in its silence.

 

I want love that balances the chaos

with calm,

not an intense fire that scalds,

and burns,

and dies,

before it really even has a chance

to live.

 

I want intertwined limbs

mingling flesh,

and breath,

and souls paired just right.

 

I want love like iced peppermint tea

sweetened with honey

on a hot summer’s day,

pouring gently down my throat,

fighting the heat.

 

I want love that doesn’t look

like a model,

or a piece of modern art.

 

I want love that’s as natural

as a cattail,

soft and flexible.

 

I want flaws,

visible and real,

adding character

to an otherwise ordinary face.

 

I want love that laughs

with their whole body,

until the tears

stream down

their cheeks.

 

I want love

that understands when I crumble,

and will still be there

when I manage

to collect myself.

 

I want love that will remain

when I’m old

and grey,

and will someday smile

as my ashes

blow away in the wind.

7-14-15

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