COULD YOU BE LIKE CUPID?

May be I am very brave
Or am just plain stupid
I just go for what I crave
In the absence of the cupid.

You like what you like
I like what you like
You try to look away
And deny the needful play.

Assault on the senses
Makes much more sense
Than living in denial
And the useless suspense.

I am grateful for my heart's stoic ice
Forbidding itself too easily smit
By the slightest beauty seemingly nice
With intellect to accompany it;
Troublesome enough to manage affairs
After filtering the commonweal
From the finer things with which it compares
In its odd rarefication zeal...
All too often entirely unfair,
Making stoics poorly jurisprudent
In all matters of tender loving care...
Or whenever heartache is protrudent.
Yet often I see heartless thoughts depart
When vexing milady with Cupid's dart!

He was a slave to her heart
For Cupid had well placed his dart
What else could he do
But play his intended part

As if now a total marionnette
Despised her mind, loved the sex
He no longer had control, all was fixed and set
So the game of love is a roulette
You win, you lose, place your bet

But if you are not ready for this high stake game
Keep your marbles and stay away from the dames.

 
If I was Cupid…
I’d make two of the most hateful manliest homophobes
Feel something for each other in their souls
So that their core beliefs would rock in their foundations
And that their erections couldn’t be controlled
Whenever they looked into each other’s eyes
 
If I was Cupid…
I’d make two people from different faiths and creeds
Who have hatred and bigotry for each other’s cultures
Fall in love to the point they couldn’t stand to be apart
So that they would realize religion doesn’t really count
When it comes to matters of the heart
 
If I was Cupid…
I’d make two people from opposite extreme political views
Fall deep into the depths of love, lust and compassion
So that the veil of social separation would be lifted
And bring them a little closer to a middle ground
Toward a compromise that brings about harmony
 
If I was Cupid  
I’d shoot a shit load of arrows into narcissists and egocentrics
So they would feel a spiritual love and connection to others
Who are the complete opposite of them
May be then reality would give them a better understanding
That beauty exists beyond what the eye can see
 
But that’s just my version
From my quiver I’d deliver arrows like I'm on the attack
You know I like to be funny and stupid
Because if I was Cupid I’d make more opposites attract

Another year gone by,
calendar pages, blown to the wind
and I've just finished packing my gear
for, Valentine's Day is upon me
so swiftly, again.
 
It gets tougher every year
and someday,  
I've gotta think about retirement,
but with how my 401K looks,
this Cupid, ain't goin' anywhere, yet  
 
I tell ya, all that chocolate I sell on the side
gets taxed to the max--
couldn't pay my rent on just the hush money
I get for shooting desire darts
on behalf of all the mooning, lovesick  
bride and groom wannabees, so
I had get a second gig and  incorporate myself
to satisfy the Fed
so now I'm Cupid Inc., d.b.a. Love & Arrows
and I sell the chocolates on Amazon.
 
Gotta supplement the paycheck somehow,
ya know?
 
And don't even get me started on the FDA and CDC--
so many regulations  
just to make the pretty, foil-wrapped
cherub poops, edible.
 
(Well, where did you think, Hershey Kisses
come from ??)
 
And now, I gotta autoclave my arrows
between use, or the CDC will be all over me
like flies on a septic field---  
 
Bloodborne pathogens, indeed! Yeah,
it makes sense that launching an arrow  
into one dude's heart, then  
re-using it without wiping it off
with 3% bleach , before firing away  
at someone else,  
does put the populace at risk  
for contagion.
 
But it still pissed me off
and made my work  
much more cumbersome, since
that battlefield nurse, Clara Barton
figured out that wounds need to be kept clean  
and it trickled down , to today.
 
I tell you, she got no love arrow from me --
ever wonder why she never got married ??
 
And OSHA too!  
Oh. My. Gods.
Can't just use the vintage leather  
arrow quiver anymore--
I gotta keep 'em in the puncture proof,
hard plastic, child-proof latched
with breakaway,
ergonomic, shoulder strap,  
should I ever get tangled in a tree
or high tension wires.
 
^^How's that gonna look  
in museum quality oil paintings of me??
 
**Sigh**
 
Well, time to get at it.
 
You sure you really want me  
to skewer that one for you?
 
I'd much rather be on a warm,  
sunny beach.

 

Medusa's riddle:
What is a Bone
without a stone?

Oedipus is on fire...
Is on fire!
Is on fire!
Oedipus is lost.
Is blind.
Is in love.

Gods hate him...
Gods hate the sphinx!
Gods hate
a bunch of things.

Such as Chimaera,
no snakes,
no turns...
no peebles!

Cupid takes
Prometheus for a flight
over
Icarus' house!

House of oblivion!
Thousands of rooms!
Labyrinth of noneness...
Unforgiven Cyclops.

On a horse...
not like any sea horse!
White-red Pegasus
red-white!

What happens to a bone
hit by a stone?

Oedipus is blind...
Antigona is lost,
lost,
lost,
not blind...
she's just lost!
She's lost!

Cupid is giving away
bows and arrows!
Cupid is insane and vain!
Lost in oblivion...

Cupid has no idea
how to solve riddles.
Cupid never asks
for answers!

Gods hate Cupid!
Gods hate not being able
to chain him
to a mountain.

Gods hate
a bunch of things!


PAR