Go Mouth Go

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you, and you may call me V.

Smiles Inside

Skin, needed, moves in my mind.
I can almost feel the warmth
Alone
In the darkness
Moving towards something
Heat laced with lust
What about the past
Is it ready to fade?
I am one lucky fool
But we will have to wait and see
Just how much
Funtimes.

Things; Old, New, Cold, Hot, Little, Big, and Me.

A mood sweeps through my head. I am wondering if I am choosing, trying to let something bother me. I wonder if this should bother me. Really, it shouldn’t. There is no reason. Then why is it? Maybe it isn’t. Shit. Wandering in circles in my head.
There are other, interesting things. Things. Good things. Like smiles, friends, sun, and the sea.
But there are bad things, though I seem to slip by them.
I am making no sense, and I think I am trying to vent, but it is difficult when you don’t know if you are pissed of or sad about something, and especially when you are sure that some of the things in your life are making you really happy. In a new, needed way. I feel that I don’t deserve certain things, good things. That is fucked. Why? Because I have done things? We all do. Have.
This is my worst post ever.
Poop.
I think I will just let this stuff slide out of my head and not work so hard at reaching for the old feelings of pain or regret and just relax, ha, and let the good stuff in.
There. I vented. And I don’t think I did a very good job of it.

When he is right, he's right.

“I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.”
-Blain Potvin
Hee hee hee.

Ride 'em!

Ok.
So a Poker player, his Wife, four Canadian Sailors and a Russian cutie walk into a bar.
No. There is no punch line, though there was much laughter!
Just another fun adventure-filled port on this sail.
This time it was in Crete. Nice place. I had been there before.
Excellent people, great food, good nite life and cool streets to wander.
The anarchistic traffic would make even the Road Warrior pause.
Now it will be a while before we are back to land, but that is good. Even a wanderer of life like me needs some time to regroup and reload. Oh. And work. I keep forgetting about that last part.
It is these little bit longer stretches that allow the brain to flow through memories and feelings.
Of people left at home, hoping they are happy and safe and know that they are missed. Of new friends, and how important they could become. Of old friends and why they fade or shine after a time.
But mostly, of how good life can be if you let it.
There is something on the horizon.
I don’t know what.
But I am looking forward to finding out.
Hot thoughts to all!

Teeth and Smiles

Special heat and frantic need.
These are the edges of my world.
There might have been more.
Or less.
Or nothing.
But now there is a peace
That comes with release
Of claws and hooks and reek
Some beauties fade to the beholder
And others never really take
Even if you try hard
From far off you can feel a change
A chance
Breezing and Light
What will it be
That next fills your
Night