"Love Tap"

....Below Her chin, and above where Her collarbones meet, is where Her Heart beats so a vampire I be. Place my lips upon the place in which hickeys usually decorate the necks of hormonal teens who've been heavy with their necking, and suck deeply until I tap into Her Love.

Love Diction....

....One shot and he was drunk, he called Her Brandi. Sweet like maple, She was Canadian. A model of perfection; born mixed, but his feelings for Her weren't mixed, they were meant. Both lost in a storm of bad relationships, caught up in a hurricane of hurt, left drifting on a cold tide of salty emotions. But sure as the sun sets, there is always light in the horizon and it is Her that makes his light bright. Message in a bottle, he hoped She'd get the message. Time heals and what feels, feels even better when the weather is cloudless and the cries are loud less. In his letter he mentions, written with just eight letters he vents it, the diction, that gives him reason to still believe in Dreaming.

"Bank Of Love...."

....We applaud them for speaking their peace, for being the bank of honesty that we can trust in, yet we withdraw from the institution of happy and deposit into the institution of unhappy whenever their Heart tries to bond, and rain all its riches. Afraid of successful Love, they then become something we no longer want to invest in, leaving the emotional vault empty, "LoveRupt!!" Making no cents at all....Zero!!

Mutuality....

.....Letting Her know that he liked Her, that his interest in Her Life was more than just a platonic interest was Romantically empowering for the normally so timid hopeless Romantic, whom because of past trauma to the Heart wasn't the most forthcoming-emotional exhibitionist of late, for fear of being wrong about mutuality. And not because confidence lacked, but because losing to him is a pet peeve so least desired. His patience for time, She was the prize that he felt he deserved and earned. The reveal was unrehearsed; raw and honest dialogue, the kind that ink the pages of Love Blissed-Happy stories that begin and end well. But even in truth there is untrue, not a lie or lies, just untrue.

Douse Flames....

....Old Flames with an addiction for being mania with their pyro, torch all things sentimental; memories that matter most, feelings for them are nothing but fuel, coal for the cold. Never should this arson be blessed with cat lives in your life. Playing with your match is deceptive light. And once the joy from the strike is struck they comfort in your fire, like Diablo, letting your emotions burn inside until there is nothing left, but empty ash. "Be a rock, don't be rocked and sparks with the right rock will be fire that works.

Life's Pile....

....In that pile, buried quietly underneath all the airless chatter lies a sonnet of promise, a marriage of letters that are more than just words....It is Truth

"To Her, From Us...."

....If his eyes are too blind to see heaven inside yours....
His feelings too numb to feel the warm joy of being nested in the cuddle of your arms....
His Heart too Heartless to know what real Love beats like....
His ears to deaf to hear your pain screaming for him to acknowledge his mistakes and learn from them....
Then all his refuses to do, I will gladly do and do them gladly......
Have A Great Day!!

Bilingual Hurt....

Siempre es su pérdida, nunca tuyo, así que mantenga su cabeza hacia arriba y sonrisa más grande que alguna vez ha sonrió ante ellos y después de ellos.

Rush Hour Blues

....She looked at him with 405-bumper to bumper HATE, as if he was the dude who stole Her Heart and took it for just a quick thrill-joyride; wasting all Her Trust and Time. Naww, he saw the red in Her eyes, but didn't see it as a hazard, he clearly saw it as a signal, stopped all traffic and gladly welcomed Her in his lane. "That was dude who flipped you the bird and told you to get on, so please, drive your rage One Way, His Way!!" Is what he texted Her while diamond Laning.

Dream On!!

...."Father time," liabilities, the reality of what we're good at and not good at, and the knowledge of knowing that we're not cats with nine lives doesn't always allow us to remain jaded by Life's Romantic Fantasies. Things get real adult and we get real youth-less and real nonfiction....Now I don't normally swear when I write, but "FUCK THAT!!" Dream On!! Don't let Life age you, let age-age you.

"Sunday's Vent"

....Glass Heart with onion eyes in a coastline drive kind of mood. Solo held Pinot noir and cassette tapes with Love songs recorded by a teen crush, as an homage to what they once felt for you; spin on repeat, switching from A to B, B to A, like inconsistent pupils. Windows fully naked, "All pulled down," thinking and searching for answers in the wind, but the drive would make much more sense silent because the noise of everyone else's world is a bit too distracting. Confused and unable to think over the thinking, pre rolled Marley's zipped tight in a zip by a friend from Paris one summer back in Pitts, now consider being lit as a means of trying to escape from the emotional mess....."This is Sunday's Vent."

"Bang!! Bang!!"

....Finger on emotions and it has a sensitive trigger. Whether hurt by Love or Loved by Love the Heart is jumpy; locked and loaded, always ready to pull it and fire at the drop of a joyous tear or at the pour of a venting cry. At the loud cackle of a Pretty smile or at the screaming sound of a frumpy frown. So you decide, which side of that barrel of feelings do you beg to be on? On the end kissing cold steel or on the end where you have a firm-responsible grip on how to handle having vulnerable life in your hands; having sudden impact by making their day everyday and not just a day?

Brain Bawling.....

....With time, eyes start to see and notice things that they've never seen or noticed before; like certain aches, bruises and pains, and with no clue on how they got there, before and after before. Guess while in the midst, while in the thick of being hurt, the soul, and be it warranted or not, finds excuses to numb. Uneventful days become the day's event, more and more each day as storm harassed-seasons staggeredly pass. Drifting in the wind with nowhere to land, like lost ballons in the wind, until the air inside just evaporates, completely let out. Hit walls become standard housing, boxed in from all the un-hurdled obstacles. "Father's legs," running in place only gets the runner one place, "No Place!!" Still time becomes real time, motionless makes emotions more than less, "Depressed!!" Stressed to be a better self with no proper step, bowlegged and pigeon toed stumbling thru life with a weird kind of plant, expecting life to spoil and pamper the traveler by adjusting the ground underneath to balance the unbalanced. Fish scales littered in goalless streets represent the weak, "No Meat." Hooked on complaining, that's all that will ever be caught in a day's catch, is "Complaints." Hunt for Heart, Humility, Faith and Strength and throw misery back for only the miserable to feast, for there are much bigger dreams in the deep sea of bottomless potential to be dreamed and achieved, but eyes must first see the possibilities clearly and believe in what's being seen clearly......"Don't be one to blink thru it, Be One To See Thru It!!

Pickled Love....

........Caught between a past where the chapter has ended, but the story so appealing, makes one continue wanting to read over and over again, hoping that ending never ended; and between a future that's yet to be figured out, but worth the figuring out. This is Love at its most confusing, "Stuck in the middle" trying to figure out; which side to run to or which side to run far away from?

High!!!!

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Stars

"....Stars humbled by the day to day ups and down, sit in the sky with a calm patience waiting in no rush, earning their time to shine. It's the shooting ones that have to be all fast and flashy with no time for time. Unaware that the cloud of dust that they leave Is usually just a fleeting memory that's sure to fade...."

Salutations....

Morning Mind!! Hope you have a great, successful day of thinking....

The Airless Complaint

We may B%@!H, moan, complain and get our briefs all in a bunch when you (You as in Woman You) hijack us for our socks, T-shirts, shaving razors, and especially when you dip your fingers in our plates after we just asked "Do you want anything?" And you say "No, I'm not hungry." But if you didn't exist in our little Brut space we'd B%@!H, moan, complain and get our briefs all in a bunch wishing we did have you around to hijack us for our socks, T-shirts, shaving razors....etc

Quotes Of The Day....by Me

‎"This Beautiful Day with it's sunny disposition has made a positive mockery of me."

"Daddies Issues should never become your issue."

I just realized, well officially clicked-realized after reading thousands upon thousands of Women's Tweets, Facebook statues, Blogger Post and after having millions of conversations with Women; face to face, phone to phone or via email or text that most Women's issues with men (warranted or not) are definitely a direct result of daddy issues. So here's my point, "Don't date nobody until you've gotten proper counseling." Don't suddenly rebel into Lesbianism when you're not gay, don't purchase no more bags, shoes, Spa Days at Burke Williams or anymore of those daily field trips to Yogurtland....No!! Just buy yourself some couch time and detox daddy out. Trust me, you'll Love better afterwards and you'll be Loved better afterwards because "A Moth Never Avoids A Flame.

The Invention Of Their Noise

He tapped imagination on the forehead and said, "I wish I could be the new guy on the scene, the friend of a friend who spots you from across the room instantly, like zoom. And with no hesitation, slides your way, like a bunch Midwest folk dancing to that Cupid song; grabs you by the hand and says "Let's ditch this place and go somewhere quiet where we can make our own noise....

Dear Miss Earth Tone, Oh how I'd like to meet you

I want Her Life to be a palette of Earth Tones: 

Brown so that She understands my Soul. 

Sometimes Grey so that I can brighten Her gloomy days. 

A little Green between the seams so that I can dirty Her up.

Red so that Her Love is always Fiery, Deep, Romantic and Very Passionate for Herself first, then me. 

And White so that the Angel in Her calms the devil in Her.

Sorry Ladies, but I'm not a "BeWeaver."

I am a weave Nazi. I am anti lace fronts, glue and tracks. Maybe that's why I'm single, because I refuse to pull someone else's hair in someone else's head. But I do Love hair....LOL

Vintage Love

On flammable paper, written in red ink he cursived a wish, "Send someone with a vintage kind of Love to hold hands with," then with his Zippo lit. Fingers stuck, like mating canines. Her hand glued to his hand and his hand glued to Hers, he begs for a bond that's Super, so with Notebook devotion he kneels at the mercy of companionship with a promise to be a stand up man who's loyal to feelings and emotions, who walks on two legs instead of four, like a DoberMan. Locked in Love, like the Boys and Girls logo, there's only one club he wants to be a member of and that's the Union of Her.

A Love affair with Rain....

....I personally Love the rain. And from time to time I don't mind cheating on the sun with it, for a little of its wet pleasure. Its melodic beating sound upon windowpanes, metal skins, plastic trash bins left standing empty curbside, its graceful ballet between tires and pavement, and its Savion like tapping on tree leaves provide a sensual playlist not avail on iTunes; for warm coco sipping and warm comfy cuddling (inter or outer or both course) with someone just as appreciative. I personally Love the Rain.

"Hi!!"

Ladies, If you're not a mute, deaf, and have no need for hearing aids, then it won't hurt and won't kill you to respond back with a simple civil smile, head nod or half hand wave (opposed to a whole open hand high five wave, as to not be mistaken for an invite to approach you for any further dialogue) when a man greets you "Hi!!" Trust me, there comes a time when the "Hi's and Hello's" for some start to fade and eventually flat out disappear, then you're left wishing along with all your other wishes and prayers, "Please someone, anybody just speak to me!!" Have you not noticed how desperate old Ladies are to talk? Take notes now. Not every man who says "Hi" wants to play house. It's just a "Hi!!"

Quotes Of The Day....by Me

‎"Admitting that I'm wrong or was wrong is such a rare confession confessed by me so that means my being right ratio is pretty impressive."

War Of The Love's....The Rewrite

Thoughts of Her always invade his mind, even when he tries with Light-Saber thinking to fight the invasion. When She smiles it's brighter than the solar, but some nights She's just too damn full of Herself, like the moon. Selfish with Her space, She's a blonde when it comes to understanding the real science of relationship, "You can't be the only star in it." Still, In his scope She is out of this world, but in Her world he's just an Alien trying to make contact. This saga here is called, "War Of The Love's.

Vday Blues

"....That's ok I'll be my own Valentine." Well that's cool, and if masking the pain of being sans a date works for you that way, on that day, then ok, but I think it's just another way of saying "I am bitterly depressed that I'm all alone and have no one to participate in the (for the most part) staged show of Temporary Love and Affection." (fleeting as we speak) But hear me out, I do understand just how important it is for some of you to have Love on display; receiving flowers, cards and candy at work or school for all your "Haters or Congratulaters" to see, It feeds your "I'm A Cool Kid Ego" and makes those who didn't receive the Love-Expression treats feel just as shitty as you would be if you weren't the recipient. So trust me, feeling specially Loved for one day should really be the least of your worries, it's the other 364 you should be concerned about.

Quotes Of The Day....by Me

"Kissing is the Bridge to Passion and Romance. And nice lips and fresh breath is what you need for us to cross that bridge."

Detox Daddy

I just realized, well officially clicked-realized after reading thousands upon thousands of Women's Tweets, FB Statues, Blog Post and after having millions of conversations with Women; face to face, phone to phone or via email or text that most Women's issues with men (warranted or not) are definitely a direct result of daddy issues. So here's my point, "Don't date nobody until you've gotten proper counseling." Don't suddenly rebel into Lesbianism when you're not gay, don't purchase no more bags, shoes, Spa Days at Burke Williams or anymore of those daily field trips to Yogurtland....No!! Just buy yourself some couch time and detox daddy out. Trust me, you'll Love better afterwards and you'll be Loved better afterwards because "A Moth Never Avoids A Flame."--JRE