Incorruptible... A poem by Bea :)

Start time 4:42am

Im starting to see the tranquility between embarrassment and learning.
The composite reaction of clever sanction and backwater yearning.
Did you know that Karma is in fact real? Its part of a eternal divine justice.
The energy from right and wrong inflicted lingers during any planets solstice.

I look for people for how they are intrinsically.
Not for what they aren't, or what they can be.

The denial from your crystalline creativity hurts...
But I give no insults.

The energy I feel from you now spurts...
Recconisciance and wanted test results.


People should know you can hold the untolds, but not the act of secrecy.
Do to the intrinsic value sense, of our left and right hemispheric energy.
There are several things different from me, against the whole I know..
You should not let the chances you give change the way your mind should flow.

I love the feeling of acting bliss, there cant be anything wrong with this.
The feeling that nothing you say matters, or like a moonlight kiss?
I'm stuck at this line, 90% of the time this doesn't happen...Pissed!!!

Anyways, at all costs, bliss doesn't apply to the anyone searching for a set list.

But sometimes we act in a way where we think others should feel the same?
Why do we feel this ringleader sense, like a pouting baby of celebrity fame?
This aspect signals selfishness, triggered by self-esteem rationalization.
Like when a celebrity rejects a forcefully fed autograph of conversation.


Sometimes I just wanna do a das-boot of ice cold beer and fucking brawl.
I've done it before, do I ever wanna do this again? Not at All.
I stepped my life down into a picture of peace and love.
No more blacking out, and laughing at the dead dove.

End Time 5:06am

Hello Bea, you are somebody too..;) and I love it when I can see you smile. Smiles are contagious and you brought a smile to most of us with your poems. May love and peace from the Throne flow to you. Sincerely from an anonymous person.

There has been much laughter. Issues of shame were but setting and theme. And character development. Are you ready for details?

Start time 4:42am

Im starting to see the tranquility between embarrassment and learning.
The composite reaction of clever sanction and backwater yearning.
Did you know that Karma is in fact real? Its part of a eternal divine justice.
The energy from right and wrong inflicted lingers during any planets solstice.

I look for people for how they are intrinsically.
Not for what they aren't, or what they can be.

The denial from your crystalline creativity hurts...
But I give no insults.

The energy I feel from you now spurts...
Recconisciance and wanted test results.


People should know you can hold the untolds, but not the act of secrecy.
Do to the intrinsic value sense, of our left and right hemispheric energy.
There are several things different from me, against the whole I know..
You should not let the chances you give change the way your mind should flow.

I love the feeling of acting bliss, there cant be anything wrong with this.
The feeling that nothing you say matters, or like a moonlight kiss?
I'm stuck at this line, 90% of the time this doesn't happen...Pissed!!!

Anyways, at all costs, bliss doesn't apply to the anyone searching for a set list.

But sometimes we act in a way where we think others should feel the same?
Why do we feel this ringleader sense, like a pouting baby of celebrity fame?
This aspect signals selfishness, triggered by self-esteem rationalization.
Like when a celebrity rejects a forcefully fed autograph of conversation.


Sometimes I just wanna do a das-boot of ice cold beer and fucking brawl.
I've done it before, do I ever wanna do this again? Not at All.
I stepped my life down into a picture of peace and love.
No more blacking out, and laughing at the dead dove.

End Time 5:06am

Always! :) I find there's nothing more healing than laughter.

In this thread or email? I can go either way. Your call as you are involved.

So glad I gravitated here to read that.

Where ever you like :)

Funny but also very sad. The ex does not believe it, and spent little time in saying that was not the case. The “storyline” itself (besides the disturbing laughter of “caught with your pants down”) was of little importance. She is now using the nephew as a pawn, a history she has with other family members as well. Of course, I always knew that probability as I have watched her do it for years. Her last sentiment was is that the nephew can make a “choice” as to whether he wants to have a relationship with me. What “choice” would be made if he heard her version? For mine, of course, will never be told by me to him: My “incorruptibility” would find that disturbing sharing such matters with a teenager.

Funny how people create their own storylines and then insist their version is the truth... Usually, to justify what's going on in their own lives or to paint someone else with the same brush... solidarity, lmao. They feel better when they make you complicit. It's just human nature, I suppose :)

Incorruptible by Bea

Throw 'em down or double down, it's all the same to me
I'll own a slight advantage, this ain't my reality
I'm not the game you asked for, not the rules you knew
There's a hidden hand at work to make a game of me and you.

Yeah, you sold me down the river flush with bitter misery
Isolation, love, becomes me in more ways than you can see
But I'll raise you double nothing and never blink an eye
The stakes seem too important to allow us room to lie.

I saw the game before you.
You could say I see straight through you.

So now I'm the one just sitting here waiting
I hear you talking in circles with nothing to say
But the rush of the flush has got me thinking
This is the hand I was meant to play
And there's never been nothing that you wanted so much
You say you'd tear it all down for just a single touch

I'm the one, I'm the one, but I'm not the one for you.

They say when dancing with the devil, the devil changes you
As you can see I'm not affected so that story can't be true
Or did you tell it backward to hide the lies you've told
Thinking I would never discover the lies you've sold?

You shake your head and tell me that I've got the story wrong
But look into my eyes and see what I've known for so long
There's an angel and a devil used to push us to and fro
But in games with odds like this, I'll choose the devil that I know.

I wrote the script we're playing
You should see what they're all saying.

So now I'm the one here sitting here waiting
Got the hand of all lifetimes and I'm calling your bluff
I see you wet from the sweat, lip all a'trembling
Are my games a bit too rough?
And there's never been nothing you'd compare to this
You say you'd tear it all down for just a single kiss.

I'm the one, I'm the one, but I'm not the one for you.

You're all in now
You're wondering how
Killing sacred cows
My secret, special tao

When you sat down to the table, you were conceited, convinced
And you thought you could play me, but there's something you missed
I own a soul that's suffered and let it all go
You came here playing God and left a devil that I know.

Nice poem Bea.

Really nice.

From one poet to another. ;)

Thank you :)

Funny but also very sad. The ex does not believe it, and spent little time in saying that was not the case. The “storyline” itself (besides the disturbing laughter of “caught with your pants down”) was of little importance. She is now using the nephew as a pawn, a history she has with other family members as well. Of course, I always knew that probability as I have watched her do it for years. Her last sentiment was is that the nephew can make a “choice” as to whether he wants to have a relationship with me. What “choice” would be made if he heard her version? For mine, of course, will never be told by me to him: My “incorruptibility” would find that disturbing sharing such matters with a teenager.

Hey Bea.



Why do you like me so much?

Just bea-cause your posts rock :)