Saturday, June 27, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Wish I could see you smile
Ok.
Just like you, I could tell some stories.
Sure. Many.
The worst thing is that I know,
I mean, I am sure as shit
That the stories I am meant to now make
Are waiting for me
Just out there.
I am trying to Live Low (not low living, which was fun, sure)
To be part of the quiet many.
If only for a bit.
But I tell you, those stories whisper.
They call.
Sometimes they cry out in lustful agony.
All the time waiting
Perched just on the edge of the mind
Just on the edge of control.
Lately, life has become different
I would say more, um, real?
Let me tell y’all.
This Real Stuff that is supposed to be
The Way
Sure is boring.
Ah. The unreal. It’s like eating sweet frosted cake
For breakfast.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Night and Time
Let the sweet moments of dark breed night thoughts stay in the corner of your waking world mind.
Last sleep I was gifted with succulent delights, touching my lusts from some deep place thought lost.
Peaceful exteriors kept the hungry claws unseen, and the tempo was like someone in pause
Still, in the day, I can feel the passion and know the sights.
A sign of things to come, mixed with reminders from the heat once kept lit, all day
And into the night.