Malcolm James Furst

Words, words, words

True Love, Let’s Hope

Before our first date, there was electric-tart anticipation,

After that meeting, there is longing, a slow, pulsing ache of wonder.

The two feelings are not dissimilar, two flavors of possibility.

Between them, over coffee, two hours of irrepressible smiles, furtive glances, laughter, revelation, gazing into each other’s eyes, joy, and the undeniable feeling that a door has opened to a new world, and I have walked into it and into you, and I will never leave.

Dumbass or Smartass

HONestly,

When I THINK

of what I

KNEW for SURE

when I was Twenty-Three?

about the WORLD and ME?

It’s PREtty F-ING clear

that I was WROOONG!

So

bloody

wrong

about EVerything,

but I was

FEARless.

Pleas

I holler out loud,

and everybody turns to see

what’s happening

what’s wrong with me.

I smile

and thank them kindly for their words of comfort.

But their words don’t really comfort me.

I need more.

I want more than words.

Sticks and stones may break your bones,

but names will never hurt me.

or heal me.

or help me.

Please…

Please heal me.

Please help me.

Failed experiment

The early morning light shines sweetly through the golden crust of this Spring’s first strawberry rhubarb pie, and I luxuriate in the warmth of knowing that summer has planted one foot in my neighborhood.

In the foot of one early spring’s morning, I planted warmth, through strawberry and rhubarb, in my neighborhood knowing that the crust of this summer shines golden light. Luxuriate, sweetly, the first has pie.

HA!

An Amazing First (last) Date

I saw her. 

We met 

and dined 

and laughed 

and drank a bit too much 

and went back to my place 

and listened to amazing music 

and she hit on me, 

so I kissed her back, 

and we rolled around, 

and the energy between us was incredible, 

but she didn’t feel it. 

She couldn’t feel it. 

It was there. 

She just. 

Couldn’t. 

Feel. 

It.

I am so sensitive.

Intuit

Reason. 

Heart.

Should our emotions be the master of reason?

Should logic be the master of heart?

Is the goal to seek balance between the two?

Is intuition a function of emotion? or is it the master of both reason and emotion?

Logic is a tool of the mind, and emotions are a sort of sense, a sense that is always present, but dulled by overexposure to our own feelings and to those we see in print, online, and on the tube or screen.

We are so busy that our own emotions are just reactions to the stresses of the world around us, but they should be our guides to and in loving relationships with partners, friends, and family.

Of course, it is reason that tells me this.

What of intuition?

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