....Go ahead, let them stick their name in your sand, because I like being the ocean that I am. Plus my tide erases all the temporary things.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
......Annoyed with being annoying. Avoid being voided is the voyage. "Strike one!!" No two or three, can't afford it. Swing for the fence, not the bench. She claws, like lions fighting when clawing. Serpent of the night, She chews and spits them out, "Praying Mantis." In Her hive is where the bear wants to bee, licking Her honey til it's bare and all honey free. Dreams Dream Too Dreamy. Cup on empty, begging for it to spilleth over, runneth over. Her Faithful Parishioner, thirsting for Her Holy Water. Fighting thru the Knights, night after night for a seat at Her RoundTable. Next to them his sward appears dull, the curse, not the weakness of being a Lover and not a fighter. "Annoyed with being annoying."
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
.....He only gets jealous when it comes to Her, which is never a good representation of one's confidence, but he'd always much rather be represented by his honesty, than by his deceiving. He's wanted Her so bad, for season after season, so much so that he sold off pieces of his bravado, his assuredness, and his cockiness in hopes of cashing in on Her caramel-pearl gold, "Her prize," to simply have a place in Her life worth its weight in meaning. "Sometimes he gets jealous and this is why......"
Monday, August 12, 2013
.....Babies Tears and Eggshells he walks on. But magic carpets and day dreams he floats on. It's the steel in Her smile and the Goofy in Her tickle, "Her laugh" that quakes his giggle silently loud. It's the freedom between Her thighs and the Love in Her Heart that hides, but seeks to be found. It's Her taste in music, Her fiend for rhythm. It's Her soul's addiction for social venting. Her Living with no apologies. Her Life's Limits, there are none. Her curves; his fingers fiend to trace and walk on, dance on and whisper kisses on. Her desired flavor; this month, the next, the next after that, then after that and so on. Her elusive presence; hardly seen so the hunt for Her breed intensifies. Her trophy, "Top Prize." Goose bumps rise like mini mountains and lust trembles his body, like bass beats. An atheist he'll be for this Beautiful Devil......."Amen!!"
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
....Got lost in the steam of it all, didn't realize it was just the fog being a fraud. She spoke razor and made him dream of it all, dank in his vein, leaving him to fiend for Her call. The sin in Her city he wanted to be Her Vegas, but She seemed apprehensive, too scared to bet on him, or maybe he wasn't worth the gamble to Her, or maybe She just wasn't a gambler. The dealer She is though so the decks in Her hands, it always is, and he's just a number seated in place, waiting to be dealt with, tapped on the shoulder and Knighted. Got lost in the steam of it all, didn't realize it was just the fog being a fraud though.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
......Been in Love a time or two, when the feeling wasn't mutual. I blamed and shamed Her for not being in Love with me too, and that's wrong to do, but what would you do? Exactly!! You'd hurt spitefully too.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
......What a blessing it's been to have received your attention, goes without mention. Thankful for your invention, my life has new mission, "To Earn You Miss's." Attracted to your resilience. Hurdling the fences meant to cripple your potential is Olympic. Epic is our pairing, "Electric!!" We are power. Party for two, "I want to eat my cake only with you.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Monday, April 1, 2013
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
....How do certain people end up in our dreams when we never casted them for the scene? Is it the Heart or the mind that's liable for this choosing? Or is it God doing all the directing? When we awake and feel like Newporting, "Smoking" when we've never been a smoker. Should we call or text them in the morning saying thank you for all the selfless pleasing? When we awake relieved of stresses that existed prior to us closing our lids on life, long before they showed up in the middle of the night, in the middle of our minds grabbing us compassionately firm by hand, demanding we jog with them, with permanently painted on smiles thru a field of pearl colored sunflowers made of long soft kisses. Do we send them sunflowers in the AM with a card that reads "Thank You For Running With Me?" I mean how does this work?
Sunday, February 17, 2013
....Shit is heavy when there's no spirit in the lifting. The load of Life is real feather, "Light!!" Whenever the legs carrying are massaged with strong and stand sturdy on Faith. "So Run Along Now, Ya Hear? And complain at the finish.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
....The opposite one, attracted to the Attractive one. An Angel, he sees Heaven in Her smile and Pleasure in Her miles, "Her Experience." Abrasive with Her decision making, brittle feelings break easy, like confection if the bearer doesn't understand Her riddles, "She has none!!" Affection is to remain mute, "Shhhhh" until the volume on the mushy knob is called upon to be turnt up, like Southerners on a Sat night down in Bankhead high off Molly's and homemade moonshine....Yeah She's this interesting to sit down and pen, but only those who comprehend "The opposite one, attracted to the Attractive one" will comprehend .
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
....Every Woman I meet or have met at first introduction, my intention or intentions are to do more than just meat Her. To do more than just sleep with Her for ego, or to do more than just one night Her by deceiving Her. No, She gets the lead in my dreams with no audition, with all the bells and whistles ringing like it's Time Square at 12mid New Year, and without ever having to cast couch me. It's honestly-honest, but then life happens; feelings don't parallel, second thoughts are heavily thought, emotions aren't mutual, dreams don't fin fairytale and there's no yard with the picket fence future in either one of our futures, when either one of us or both just wants to live single in a single. And sometimes, more often then not these days She's the decider who decides to just be casual. The bundle of energy who chooses to be disconnected while still choosing to connect. Maybe it's a defense to fence in Her Love&trust, and fence out Her pain&hurt. Or maybe She's just been numbed by all the bad choices made, or by all times She's been played and just stopped giving a F%#k!! We become just a temporary part to fill in the missing parts temporarily. How did we get here? Better yet how do we get out of here?