
A turn-on is classy intelligence,
With a twist of spicy wickedness,
To kink things up.
A turn-off is greedy competitiveness,
Disguised as sophistication.
I appreciate honest, consistent effort,
Blended with the surge of inspiration.
I love committed concentration
And stretching one's capabilities --
Beyond 'just nice', and way beyond mediocre,
While balancing on the edge.
Risking a blowoff by criticism,
Or numbing chill of indifference.
It's all like Dancing and other art forms,
None of which can bend to fit in,
Because this is how it becomes crooked.
Keeping my back straight and chin up
Instead of bending over
Is seen as stubborn and wicked;
Things are upside-down.
Whatever is called 'evil'
Means 'live' spelled backwards.
What makes me come alive
Is put down by disapproval
From the 'white-washed tombs'.
No wonder that sparkly bright light
Is often clad in black robes,
And things refreshingly honest
Are labeled as sick deviations...
But aren't you into them, too?
'Sin' means 'lack'.
Those who suck
Had tried to convince me
That I must be ashamed
Of willing to LIVE to the fullest --
And making mistakes, trying to.
No one would tell me of shortcuts. Duh.
What I've always noticed
Is their own lack of style.
Being elegant means choosing wisely,
And I keep learning.
I choose the best tune,
Which, for some reason, is always
What my Love calls 'your Plutonian music':
Dark, brooding, complex, melancholy and naughty...
Pluto is the destroyer of illusions.
It's not what you hear on the broadcast,
It's too disturbing for 'them',
But they don't matter.
What matters is -- anything you look at
And listen to,
Instantly changes the chemical structure
In your body -- not just your mood.
When a man sees a beautiful woman,
His dopamine goes up (I meant dopamine! :)))
And that's scientifically proven.
But what kind of names they call
A girl who knows she's pretty,
Who takes good care of herself
And guards the blessings she's been graced with?
At best, they call her vain.
Those folks don't have any vision or clarity,
But such things are the rarity.
What's truly evil is simply underdeveloped.
What's opposite of that is wickedly awesome.
July 2018.
About the Creator
Nica Breeze
I started writing fairy-tales before I could spell the letters right, at age 6. My fiction and poetry are about one’s private world and love-hate relationship with reality.
I emigrated to America from Eastern Europe, found home in Montana.




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