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Monday, September 14, 2009

I Don't Much Care...

If Love comes knockin’ on my door.
Don't get me wrong...
Love is always welcome, to be sure.
Love would be a revered - absolutely adored guest.
(albeit incredibly mysterious)
But I won't hope against hope.
Or bribe my way into affection.
I’ve paid more than I could ever afford.
And I’m not one to beg.

* * *

This scarred hand’s been outstretched too long, too long.
This wounded palm has come up empty.
Now, I’m not one to want more than I deserve.
So I won’t sell myself dear.
Neither will I sell myself cheap.
Yeah, I had me my tarnished coins.
My thirty pieces o' silver.
It wasn’t enough.


I won’t bend to be accepted.
I won’t grovel at the feet of Love.
I’ll wear my hair shirt.
I most surely will...
Now and forever.

But I won’t sell myself cheap.

* * *


Blogger Cheesy said...

Crap I thought you were my kind of guy.. cheap.

All kidding aside NEVER sell yourself for any thing less than what you are worth~EVERYTHING!

Tue Sep 15, 09:46:00 AM  
Blogger Christella said...

I like that.

Please see my posting today, it's dedicated to you.

Tue Sep 15, 02:13:00 PM  
Blogger Ponita in Real Life said...

Never sell yourself cheap... and never settle for less than you know you deserve. That's a lesson I have come to learn over the years and through the tears.

Are you still shorn, Jonas? I'd love to see what you look like minus the long locks... the handsome you that is there, no matter what state of hirsuteness you are in, as your sister most wisely knows. :-)

Tue Sep 15, 04:59:00 PM  
Blogger secret agent woman said...

I've been thinking about this lately. There is such a danger in settling. Compromise is necessary, but settling is never, never worth it.

Tue Sep 15, 05:41:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

wise words

Tue Sep 15, 10:06:00 PM  
Blogger Surge said...


Wed Sep 16, 12:20:00 AM  
Blogger Woman in a Window said...

Nor should you, Jonas.

There are times when I fancy that I might make a fine God, or Goddess, or even a lesser divinity, a second cousin twice removed from god's hairdresser even. I would dole out your fair share and you would lay in a pool of hair with your hair shirt neglected in the corner.

Thu Sep 17, 08:06:00 PM  
Blogger Maria said...

That was my anthem for over 40 years. And then there was Bing.

Mon Sep 21, 09:24:00 AM  
Blogger Jonas said...

Sorry I'm so late in responding.

I'm easily distracted (oh, look a squirrel!).

Awwww, Queen Cheese! Seriously, though? I ain't nothin' special. Trust me on this.

And Christella! You made me blush. You most surely did.

Don't hold your breath, Ponita. I'm not particularly moved to engage in self-portraiture nowadays. Maybe tomorrow...or next year.

Ah, my favorite covert operative...yer right (as per usual). There's no point in settling. The ideal situation is to find someone who will inspire greatness.

Not wise, My Tempest. Just my scars talkin'.

Why, thank you, Surge! And welcome. Come and stay a spell.

Sorry, my Pella Princess...but my hair-shirt is never closeted. It's my customary garb (along with my Levi's).

Yes, Maria. You have Bing. Cherish her.

Thu Sep 24, 08:16:00 PM  
Blogger Wine and Words said...

How come it costs so much before we fall into the freedom of being real? I love that you won't sell yourself dear. I think it's the first time I have heard it said. So much emphasis on not selling oneself short. Balance.

Tue Sep 29, 01:00:00 PM  
Blogger Jonas said...

Thank you for the fascinating commentary, Ms. W&W! Welcome.

Sun Oct 04, 11:09:00 AM  

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