Freedom isn't in the balance of my bank book, but in the tip of the Bic that rest between my two fingers tips. Let Freedom write on every paper top; lined, blank or pattern painted. Let freedom read tangibly so that it is more than just a dream that I am imagining. "Let Freedom Write."
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
....Well puncture him with your fangs then, because for once he would like to feel the thrill of what She feels when She sucks the Love out of one's life, pumping thru his veins, so that he too could be just as cold as Her. He lust to be the bad guy. Maybe then in the end, he wouldn't always have to end up as Her victim.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
I must say, I truly admire Love's courage to keep trying to fill Hearts fatly because it can't be easy to keep Loving deeply one's whole entire life while having to deal with people always putting you down, blaming you for all their problems, miss using you and only using you on your birthday for instant gratification, calling you overrated, being told "Fuck You!!" every time they make the mistake of choosing the wrong mate. So on this day I say to you, "I Admire You Love."
Monday, June 27, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Stick my tongue out in the atmosphere so I can taste Her in the wind. Sweet, like bee hives, back in December O ten She stung me with Her sting and since then, I've been all swollen with emotion. In my dreams She's the box marked yes, but in reality She's still a question and a guess. Faith in the strength of my chest I remove my vest because in Her hands I believe my Heart is police protected. Strange things can be magnificent and She's my strange magnificent thing. Courting under the contract of, "Just go with the flow," well the flow is going and I Love the way the flow is flowing. She sets my world on fire as if it's the year 2k; the end of humanity, but it's not the end, it's a new beginning with happy ending?
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
As the sun hides its light and the moon shines on the night, floating on a mattress of air he tosses and turns, and not because he's scared by demon nightmares, but because when he turns to feel Her near, She's not there. Hypnotized by the green in Her eyes, he remembers a time when he was just a green little guy trying to be a giant in Her life. His hands are cold and empty. He misses the comfort of Her care, breathing the sugary-almond silk scent of Her hair in his night's air; the midnight meshing of their bodies, forming a warm pair. Blind hands once feeling their way around Her skin now wander in the darkness aimlessly, searching desperately for Her touch. Feet cuddling, front to back, back to front, spooning and every other sensual sentiment has been misplaced, lost, suspended in that lonely space. Tired and emotionally fatigued from missing Her insomnia, he kneels in the place in which She last stood with a smile on Her face and prays for the morning to arrive early to wake him from his depress, instigated by the disappearance of his Darling. With no more buckets to fill with his moans and whines he closes his eyes and replays the memories of Her soft kisses and the tenderness of being in Her arms grip to rock his Heart gently to sleep. Blowing Her silhouette portrait an invisible kiss, he says and in his Luther voice, "A Bed is still a Bed, even when someone else is sleeping there, but this bed is not a bed unless that someone sleeping in it is You."
Sunday, June 12, 2011
"He texted Her "Morning!!" Then She texted back, "Are you spying on me? How did you know that I just woke up?" And he replied, "Because the sky got a little more brighter and a lot less gloomy, so I figured it must have been you opening your eyes...."
Saturday, June 11, 2011
We're human and we do human things. We desire and thrive off of spontaneous and random actions for pure shock value; for ourselves and others. It simply feels amazingly good when we make someone else feel good, it's honest ego. And whether we're conscious of it or not, we are servants of one another and Love to serve. And we're real auto pilot with it at times. Shit, even the takers are servants, just to themselves.