My Soul, opened, wide!

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Tempest: My Soul Reveal! Art by Marc Aupiais! Copyright Marc Aupiais
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Skeletal instruction skeletal in structure,
Like a manta-ray, did my soul's chest open wide,
Grey in Matter, as a feeding fish might!

I opened you, to you,
I opened me within.
I showed you my lighted darkness,
My shadows deepness within.

Why I trust you,
I know it not!
As I vulnerability become!
As I break and force my hopes!

My soul opened up, I let you in!
And there you stood Scalpel, or lancet in hand,
To hurt or heal within!

As my soul's eye drops a single tear,
Upon your almost black hair within!

Why, I trust you, but am I safe!

A Scalpel, a Lancet Within!

Your bed is on fire, with Antarctic fire, you're sadly burning for me

Poem by Marc Aupiais (I really enjoyed writing this poem, it is the sort of humour which helps one become chaste)

With passionate something, you’re burning for me

You say you’re hot, it’s not only you, dear beautiful woman,
Your soul is hotter, it’s burning with hell,

You bed, may be burning, burning for me,
But you are crisp in it, dear perfectly tanned woman, a skeleton’s key,

And your best clothes’ you’re wearing, the ones you know I like,
They’re tempting to me,

Yet, the hotter we’d get the closer to hell,

You are quite hot and bothered,
To that, ma’am I attest,

Yet, are you ever hot for God anymore,
You bother him in that tempting short dress,

And you wear make-up for me,
And whatever colour you know I like,

And anything else to ease a transition from dark to night,
But I still want to choose the light, and you are no lady of the night!

And I wonder what we lost that moment,
When first you saw me different,

When first I was not human,
And when you wanted me!

When did you go from wanting to wanton,
Am I nothing to you,

Every man can fall,
Even I can, especially you, dear ma’am,

And yet, I belong to another,
A promise I made, A promise I made,

And I look to you, all dressed in black,
At your eyes, and at your mouth,

All dress up for me,
No,
Not me,
It was never for me,

It was for you, to tempt me into you,
To change my being into something else,

And I look to you, all beautiful, and sublime,
I watch, moved by you, and your moving dress,

And I approach you death, wondering what of me is left,

And this is my light, as I approach you in the night, and as I begin to choose death over light life,
I look to you, your lips are not hers, your hands are not her hands, your hair is not hers,

I have miles to go, and promises to keep,
A promise to her, for all eternity, to be,

Whatever happened, should I be snared, caught or free,
To her my soul, my body belongs,

And should you snare me now, a million times,
I will free myself, and seek not thee,

If I were to fall three times, three times I’d seek her,
For she is mine, and I am hers,

And in my promise, and by humour, by laughing as I turn,
Laughing at what you should whisper in my ear,

I realize what I am missing, and I am hers,
What can you offer me, some infidelity?
What can you give me, anything in whole and truly,

Your panties are in a bunch,
Keep those bunched panties on,

I am not your boy toy,
Nor your someday boy whose your toy

Your panties are in a bunch,
Keep those bunched panties on,

Truly, I am hers, not but hers,
... and hers and hers and hers and hers... hear ma'am bunched panties: alone!

The girl who caught me

Article by Marc Aupiais

From the title, some friends may think I'm talking about a game of kissing catchers I wasn't playing in grade 0, when a girl refused to chase anyone else, so I shouted "I quit, I'm not playing any more!" and still got chased everywhere by her. So noticeably, that all the others girls stopped playing, surrounded me, and kept me in a circle, while she jumped me. Of course, I kicked her in the shins, before or after a kiss, and ran off crying. Possibly flooded the grade 0 boys toilets, and was upset when everyone took her side.

No, today, we are talking about something even more embarrassing. You see, for some of us, a girl, or woman, though we like to call women girls, can have quite an effect on one. At one stage I was prepared to leave Roman Catholicism for a girl, therefor I understand good old Solomon's predicament. I didn't leave by the way, she refused to decide for me. God separated me from that lady soon afterwards.

It isn't only girls, though they have the magic wand of charm and good looks. We tend to want to be like people. When with my ex-girlfriend for one thing, I used to suddenly find I loved listening to angry girl Avril Lavigne. My ex-girlfriend loved the music. Suddenly I liked it too. Who knew? Not me?

But also in daily life, do we not tend to compromise? We think something wrong, but only in certain company, we think something right, because those around us do?

Adam, I doubt would have taken the apple without Eve, and remember, from what God told them, the Apple was like a cyanide pill. Adam and Eve were the original Romeo and Juliet. Killing themselves off, for who knows what reason. Yet we do daily, we compromise for friends, family, and that really pretty girl whom we more than just like a little tiny bit.

I care nothing now for the girl I would have left God for. She irritates me quite simply, and I have since cut her out of my life. But for a short while, obviously while I was still at school, I was mush in her hands. I was fortunate then that God prevented us even from dating, though she and I both said we wanted to.

If we love another, we love their life. God is that life in the purest form. You cannot separate a person and God, even if they delude themselves, while chewing on the apple. The apple, represented disobedience, although technically it may not have been an apple if you read the text carefully. Fact is: the more you love a person wisely, the more you obey God. We should never now compromise, never now fall: if you are meant to be: be in God. It is the only way to be!

I did not enjoy what must have been my first kiss, it was taken from me, I did not ask for it. Do not advance your kingdom with force, but with God!