Palaround

Monday, June 29, 2009

Stop being silly your going to be fine. Your gorgeous and will find it. Have the pride to make them work. Let them see you and hear thoughts. Talk it out with out insecurities. No defensive and be cute. Your so sexy you have so much. Love your spirit thats clear. He will do you right. I hope we dance then too. Head on my shoulder. I love that laugh of yours. But its fine you stepped on toes. Its not you its me, I know. No prize is worth anything free. Your a special package truly. Offer them everything last. See if they look past eyes. Stop acting as if you want easy. Work is the love that gives. Take my hand real quick. Be my love but not lover. What if I tell you everyday. Does that make easy the travel. A search till you let my thought go. Don't be silly just love is not a bad place.

Recondition

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Patch's on my jeans and people know my deeds. The worn spots tell of my efforts for work or rest. Color splashed from works I have done bright. Patch's on my floor from the pacing lust caused. Wood milled and sanded to fit as if it is brand new. The stain upon it to turn its difference back similar. Patch's on my quilt to fix the rips from the past. Laid with through times of love and nights alone. The many patterns repeat like the choices made. Patch's in the fence to keep out the varmints wrath. Holes chewed to take the things I have worked for. The spots repaired seem to point to the weaknesses. Patch's in my tube before I choose the path of rivers. To stay afloat no matter the rocks or rapids ahead. The experiences from before marked for all to see. Patch's in my passions to bring them back to life. From things I gave up on to pursue another joy. My happiness uncovered with each patch I make.

Highness

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Crown of fools. Adorning I seemed proud. Gems I have been. Tarnish in time. Work to shine. Find within me. The metal to hold. Capture free. Halo no. Crown of fools. Room of wrongs. followed for to far. Leave my throne. Kiss my rings of wrongs. The circle around. We go and went. Do the way. Taste my gold standard. Like the licks. Crown of fools. Funny story. True but not anymore. Lost forever. Watcher. Observing the other way. Thinking for self I be the king.

No Mutter

Friday, July 03, 2009

Clearly we need to speak. Tell of things we mean full. I have spoke on it here. Maybe art has no meaning. This is not sculpted you see. When I say it you just smile. Listen to what is my point. Long winded I leave no blanks. Sorted are the details true. It will take long and longer. Your ways of blocking points. Who wins in the win lose game. Say what you mean no sugar. Happy means honest to yourself. No loss of the lack of quality ones. Behavior that would not change. If you want my story then hush. My times have taught me little. Skills obtained are illusions. I just wanted to talk real. Pleasing you was not my point. Let me not lie to lay with you. Truths hurt more with time. So let us speak on them now. Do not move what I deliver. I articulate well if you listen. No need to figure me out. Lets not whisper wants. Convey to me your desire. Sexual seems easy. So lets start with the rest. The challenge of expressions. Make known the break in silence. Into words your current state. Speak your piece into my hands. Love the me that I really am. Then let me know you.

Miss Anguish

Friday, July 03, 2009

No trouble to regret the remorse I gave. Convulsively groan as I carry on. Tribulations I agonize over bring trouble. No weeping as I woe but hardship still. Break down I will not but snivel I may. Heartache lamenting in my own rain. No misery of my misfortunes just rue. Repentance for blues I will not worry. Have not the time for grieving for now. A catastrophe of pain that I move from. Dejection while mourning no loss. The river crossed I will lose the waterworks.

Oh Boy

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Be a man and whatever that means. Stand up for your pride and fight. Live so your children may see you. Full view as to make clear your way. Pay your debts and not only monitory. Be the passion that pushes forward. Take the wheel and the responsibility. Have fun at your own expense, a lot. People are watching even if quiet. They judge but based on what events. Say things that people will believe. Some will want to be all that you are. Privileged your people should feel. To know the things you willingly teach. Pass on the knowledge you earned. Speak on the truths no matter what. Spare the rod when your think right. Live full and watch others envy you. Jealous of the way your the rock. Never anchor your ship in the storm. Listen to the breeze for wisdom's word. Take the time to love for love sake. You must tell of success with actions. Lay with a woman for her pleasures. Those of mind and body fulfilled. Not to put out but to put it all in. Take the time to whoa the worries. Stable as your own ship rolls on. Raise your own as if they are forever. Feed the child with spoon to mouth. Not just the dollars being shoved in. Wreak of joy and make them wonder. Teach the things you have of value. Do not hide behind supposed to be. Take the leather straps and go forward. Spur on the force that moves you. Let go of things that you do not want. Risk it all to make sure you have it. Earn the way you plan on making rich's. Leave a legacy that you want for yourself. Be a man.

UNOWHO

Sunday, July 05, 2009

Your letters bring me there with you, you know. I sit beside you as you type to me the tales of your life now. Details so graphic I cannot help but see what you have seen. The way you put things together its like we were holding hands. My eyes upon the things that you point out. I know your wish as you wrote your last letter. Obvious you felt me there as you told me the things I missed. Your more telling than you know when you let the truth come out. Not trying to tempted me or having your walls up. Just telling of what we could have had if we would have had that night. The dimly lit rooms and the acts going on about. Sorted is the measure you take it all in by. Seeing yourself as an outsider just gazing in on their world. I know your place and you speak the story to me well. I miss our talks yet yearn for the one where you let me in your head. I won't scare like the wench before the paddle. So you know my place and where my feelings lay, yet love me for the more. I feel your energy with me when I read what you write. Take me with you whenever you like. We can share the details and delivery then my dear.

Noteye

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

He may be new. Even a little sharp. My style still controls. Maybe always will. Sure is nice to have. His bodies not mine. You remember nightly. A touch that should. No fulfillment is fine. Does he know. Temporary is raw. A fix to get through. Eyes closed we meet. Blind to whos on top. Why not find the one. We know its not me. There is one though. I thought you learned. Honest hurt you. Truths would hurt him. Seems wrong to me. But its your habit. Satisfied by wants. The need for needing. Who do you think about. It is what you want. But with my body.

How to

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Write to bide the time. Sectional selections. Just pieces I wanted. Emotions hide in print. Reality of the realness. To much to let free. I document to detail. Wants from the wanted. Print upon my pages. Story of lies told true. No pain from books end. Another chapter written. If desires tell you to do. Sorted scrolls that scorn. No payment to purchase. A line across the paper. Feelings not earned. Memories get mounted. Piled on the appointments. Reduced to a to do list. No, not that I have known. I can write even how to fly. A description that tells false. The knows I have known.

Didn't I

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

I provoke your quickening. My time is to reassure yours. Instill the motivations you need. Its not me that excites. But the you I showed clear. Galvanized by a singular point. Urge the trigger but never pull. We give rise to one another. Aim off but yet you enliven me. My assurance is your successes. A spark to inflame hidden desire. Exalted by the truth once seen The impressions left that take. Hold strong to the elation. I give occasion to move you. Not out of my way, into my animation.

Once

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Calist hands catch on silk it seems. Sweat does well to dull pearls. Words smear the red of lips. Teeth tear at the linens tonight. Light from behind shadow faces. No can shield but not from heat. Taken by one and giving it all. Going inside to let it all go. Tight to feel the freedom of free. Lustful to lust full of all but you.

Equal pair

Friday, June 26, 2009

Full of gluttony I have a hunger for desire. I ache for the salaciousness of yearning. My weakness is your willingness to taste. The need for the itch that longing brings. Excitement about your libido is more dream. The propensity to relish in your longings. Big eyes craving your demands to satisfy. Sensuality is the only greed I can stomach. Sweet tooth pines even over the hunger. My proclivity to find and urge a soft spot A lustful liking towards pure voracity. Thirst quenched by craving eroticism. No lewdness as its all to be consumed. Does my fervor feed your wantonness. An inclination to zest from your appetite. Ravenousness that willingness finally found.

Gauntlet

Friday, June 26, 2009

Swords out for the challenge our feud now a joust. A tussle of sorts makes you strive to ply weapons. War waged over a match that turned to a brawl. Why dispute what you wish to protect with me? Dual of wit perhaps will end this ongoing exchange. I cannot seem to avoid this rowdy scrap or repel. Left to contend with this engagement of hostility. Such strife will not wrangle or even withstand long. Riot if you must and we can exchange blows. Altercate my meanings so that we continue to tug. Have a free for all on my truths to use as ammo. Flare ups from your battle will only burn you dear. Affray that I am afraid will only leave you fisticuffs.

Squirm

Friday, June 26, 2009

Off on my endeavor to strain the real. I aspire to cast my life with more focus. No target to train but those who want. My purpose not to wince from design. Steer my struggles away from a moil. Attempt to go for broke to end wealthy. An angle I intend to concentrate full. New levels of slant view to zero in on. No stone unturned leaves it all disturbed. But eat your heart out as I direct it back. Stew over my end to set your sights on. Do not crucify my labor to fix your want. Fix your focus and move there direct.

Who knows

Sunday, June 28, 2009

My traveling mind seems to wander more than my feet. Journeys, no I don’t take those as I fear the walk back. Stuck to know all about the out there’s from right here. The good lines I spit mingle with the other bile spewed. Who knows the ones that will fill the void that I dig. Some motions taken but not actionable by this man alone. The rough bricks I passed left many scares on my souls. Judgmental of the judgments I took to find my freedom. What is free is not the encasement in a claim of protection. No hurt for the ones that have given of themselves for you. It is more of a claim that they have made enough you say. I say too and want for the walk but don’t make any moves. The explorer needs for the exploration of more than shown. Time slows with beat of my own drum or advances quickly. Chant from within your own experience to find some new. My days numbered but no order in which to follow it by. So the cage turns and what falls free may be my next go. Walk fast to follow if you will I will not judge your stop. Futures are in bags and love letters from the past packed. A day to see the way of another ones way will do you well. My time has no limit once the stories are painted on walls. No listening to the crazy as you know all to well its true. Silence the voices before they make too much since. Reclined with drink to lips I will just direct your way. Pay attention and do not look at the actions that I take. No seat to sit and no shoes to fill I walk my own path dear. Noticing the difference of the trees in this frightened place. A new place to paint my tales and deniers to shortly follow.

Detach

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Wrong to whip the wound even if on the primrose path. Make fast the twinge of joy that flashes in the dark night. Oppress pain whilst tied to make bow to my balanced rack. To splice time for euphoria to cool and delight our rapture. Join my fervor to make the elation from the clinch you hold. Inspiration for paradise fastened to a truss and tightened rope. Not to persecute but implement a spice called thrill of solace. Deadlock on par but ready to move far from the break even. Impale your enthusiasm to find the only thing close to heaven. Unite the enhancement and tether the intoxication of trance. Delight in delirium as my tool goes deep to rivet this memory. Turn on me you may with gusto and passions drawn from here. No kicks as that would have been a diversion from which I relish. Satisfaction of torment is not something I would ever want to try. My bliss a diversion an agony I seem to find in true titillations. Fastened here I know you will not run until you smite my dues. Lash out and hurry to martyrize my member inside your touch. Toxic like thoughts take prisoner the match we have met.

Game Set Match

Sunday, June 14, 2009

I gave up the me I am supposed to be for far to long. Blaming you for my way was easy until I learn truths. My wants for your happiness was equal my own too. There was a point that you happy returned to me ten fold. Something about the way you smiled at love notes. Taking care of you meant more than your physical need. Leaving me in shambles as I lived to only build you up. Not to say I was not selfish for my devotion to your joy. It was hard to see you not care as I stopped them all. Leaving me bitter in your acceptance before your turn. I gave to you as to make my world until you broke it. Once my service was done why would anyone stay. Giving is a thing to take for advantage by only the giver. You never seemed to mind to take as I did for you. Now blame my cunning to notice the favor not returned. The simple request for a return of the behavior you showed. Alone and you next to me I want for your affections. Not the finish but the journey is the want I miss the most. You desired me and it fueled my passions for a time. Empty are my words to you and your thoughts of yourself. So forgive the ending and I will just walk down the road. Forget my drive to bring an eternal smile to your face. Go on and say you do not recall why you ever fell. We can talk and blame me more when you finally see the truths.

Metaphor

Monday, June 15, 2009

That music has the base to drown out. A tune familiar and my head rocks slow. Lyrics true that bring me back to the day. Laid out sweet a story I too know well. Voice so pure when it sells its soul for you. A time machine that takes you anywhere. Song knows my history and plays loud. It is the jam that made me this smooth. I live to that beat in my head replayed. That song is my favorite one I ever heard. For another I will never fall until the next.

I am

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Not so smooth as I run away. Not as great as I lead me to. Not showy as I try and show. Not the man you think. Not really this big. Not as fast as you. Not scared but not rushed. Not giving up. Not ready. Not sure about anything. Not questioning you. Not knowing. Not ever giving up. Not lost. Not found. Not that guy. Not even this guy. Not sad. Not always happy as I let on. Not fearful. Not shy. Not social. Not impressed. Not an ass. Not nice. Not able to hold a grudge. Not mad at you. Not missing you. Not wanting you gone. Not really this cocky. Not really this cute. Not done.

Illusions

Friday, June 19, 2009

No mountains to climb so I feel plain. I am sorry for doing it all wrong, right? My wants to make you see happy go sad. Not in control of what I do but I will stop. These are not written about you anyway. Maybe I will walk away from hurting you. Destroy the love we have for lack of more. What ever I did I didn't ever want all this. My stories are just that and only true in lie. Ends that always end in a new beginning. Not all that if you look at all that I really am.

Party of one

Friday, June 19, 2009

Whats next and where the hell am I going. How am I supposed to look at anyone again. I may have trapped myself into this corner. Run and run but back to this place all over. Sadness that leach's into my brain quickly. For something I do not know how to identify. Into the ring I challenge anyone but myself. Backing down as I attempt to reach inside. Like the drowsy drive home I can't shake it. Do not tell me the reasons it should not be. I am aware of the joys that should consume. Not a need for comfort but to find it for me. To know that the chair is there if I get tired. Even though I may not sit I want for it bad. Selfish is the warmth for which I search long. Pleasure in myself my actions that take out. Removal of the wind from my own main sheet. A party for my pities to laugh at all my ways. Empty would be the room but for my sorrows. The cake uncut as I sit in the darkness waiting. My candles to be lit so I may see my wish true.

He sings.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Frank is singing luck be a lady. My stare on your almost nude body. Only a picture but it takes my words. No luck for me and this lady tonight. The horns play loud but I keep quiet. Now he’s on to strangers in the night. Speaking on how we met back then. Telling his story in ours all at once. He plays on emotions you play too. I am tired and spinning, can’t sleep. Awake and aware of only the times. I will fade off as do his dobie do’s. To dream of you and I becoming. A memory returned to reality. That never really was, temporarily.

Get up.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Flip flops in the desert burns my toes. Sand seeps in and raws my feet slow. Sun beats down and draws my sweat. Into my eyes my view gets distorted. A blue pool dancing in the distance. My stagger worse as I walk on and on. Jeans soaked through do little to cool. Lips cracked and rough with no words. Face red and beginning to blister fast. Shirt sleeves torn to cover my head. The only shadow is that of the birds. Mouth dry and throat filled with cotton. Rocks litter my path and tear my knees. No matter the stumble I move myself on. If I fall I want nothing to nourish vultures.

Punishment 2

Friday, June 19, 2009

Shove that gun deep and take it slow. Try and bite that bullet, now. Pull back the hammer, breathe deep. Are you thinking clear. Yes sir will work. Does that steal leave a bad taste. Let me hear your teeth click. The barrel must feel odd. Don’t you fucking pull away. Take that like a dick. Are you frightened. Fuck I am. Its loaded and so am I. Are you ready. Hell are any of us ever. Put your hands down. Don’t you beg. Stop it. I fucking said stop it. Tears, now that’s funny. Do you see me. Do you fucking see me. I do not think you do. You do not think. You do not. I will not regret. I will not regret. I will not regret. I I am sorry. So, so sorry.

Cross Roads

Saturday, June 20, 2009

It was midnight and I was standing at a crossroads. The moon hung up high in the night sky bringing light. I was wandering lonely waiting for something a new. My mind was there but my soul was searching far. Thats when that man approached me in the dark of night. Tall and pale his flesh shown bright against the sky. Adorned in black with a hat hiding the view of his eyes. His voice booming he was followed by a pack of hounds. Evil was his place and he found it with in my heart. An offer made to play the way I want till my time through. A trade to be made for my eternity for endless talent. He could not see the need for my skills but offered them. The smirk across his face was not that of happiness. I take no trade and sell my soul to another for much less. The way I was will never be remembered by none. My talent the silver tongue cut from the mouth of the man. He tried to beg and even barter but my hand too heavy. From his lips I rip the thing that I needed to carry on. His hounds left along the side of my long beaten path. My song sang loud to pure the tone of another heart. It was midnight and I was standing at a crossroads. The moon and the devil hung high in the sky for all to see.

Long day

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Tired and burned. My mouth dry. Are you there? I cannot sweat. I cannot breath. Tired and down. My eyes closed. Are you listening? Too much for one. Too much for me. Tired and slow. My state weak. Spinning around. Spinning down. My spirit shot. Are you too? I will not wait. I will not stop. Goodnight love. Goodnight hate.

Not Likely

Sunday, June 21, 2009

You can riffle through my dreams if you don't shoot them down. No want for the being tied up to your restrictions or a rack. Harass me if you must but do not use that thing that follows you. Why inflame the emotions to but to take and burn our passions. Ache from the pleasure you endured for a night and a day long. Throb from the thoughts I showed but do not think I am just swell. Gripe about the ways my world has not a limit as does your vex. Injured you must be is only a thought that you hit yourself with. Saddened by the seasons for that you cannot remember your turn. Discomfort you will continue to find if you do not choose to strain. Convulse to the harrow I irk from the hollows of your full potential. But know I only share to remove the torment that you tend to enjoy.

S wining

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

I want tears to stream down. To feel a release of tensions. The source I care little at all. Mobs of emotions swirling. To know its not all a dream. Confirmation of where I am. Circles on the track of my own. A proud statement my way. Look at me the crying fool. My lips furled in letting go. A draw in of breath lungful. The wicked walk away slow. Turning to see if I go weak. Strong held to my wood post. Hands grab for the storms. My letting go is only pieces. But all an attempt to clear. Hard to see through water. Lucky you can’t drowned.

Taken

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Its muggy and hot in this mud hut and no breeze to cool me. Dark but for the light that slides its way in through palm leaves. Dirty floor is damp where I stand as the sweat pours off of me. Smoke fills the room as the grass is burned and drawn inward. Painted faces surround me as they dance in and out of the fog. Chants in a dialect I do not know cover the full range of tone. Heads dressed in flamboyant attire that garners intimidation. A small pit filled with embers puff free heat that radiates out. My jeans soaked and stick barely able to keep away my chaps. Leather boots don’t move as my world spins inside my head. Spurs quiet and still with no prodding to be done right now. The hat upon my head exchanged for the feathers and leathers. My nude chest glistens in the open as the moisture flows fast. The draw into my lungs ever present as my eyes finally open. Sinking quick I look at my surrounding as to remember it all. To wake in a pasture, my horse standing at the wait for me. Hat returned to my head while my mind will never be wrong.

Worthy

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Hold your head up. Let me, let ever one see your face. Be proud for all you are. Show them all what is real. Believe in yourself. Love yourself. Inspired others. Live fully. Touch textures. Sing so we can hear. Talk and make them listen. Yell out for yourself. Take time and use it. Show your dance. Be nothing but silly. Brag on you. Taste flavors. Rock your house. Play is always right. Enjoy your joy. Extend help inward. Flip out. See sights. Your the shit. Queen of all. Sexy as hell. Tell them. Go ahead. Show them. Make them see. But hold up your head. To see their surprise.

Real quick

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Its strange how the words jumbled and mixed in my head come out right here. No to tasteful are they as they leave my mouth. But in whose mind does the thoughts work the way the world does. Spinning around yet we don't fall off but seem more pulled in and on. A trap that we forced ourselves into and now curse the cage. Why does everything have to be a question. Statements, even in today's easy documentation world, are rarely wrote down. Too many of the ways we can say it will mislead the misunderstood. Forgotten is the intimacy of simple dissertations back and forth. No way to get bent out of shape as long as finality is flexible.

Pasties

Monday, June 01, 2009

Oh sweet tears why do you come right now? I have been doing so well with ignoring you. Not the happiest of faces that have going on. But no furrowed brow to give away my state. My mouth fills with fluid but eyes let it loose. Heart, why do you disrupt your ongoing beat? We have moved on only love does not know. No sadness for the joy that is to one day come. Still sorry for one that feels left behind, alone. What am I to do but do what is best for both? If you leave me now I can go out and move. This game you have played me into corners. Hurt would come if I had stayed back then. Think of you no longer as your time has past. Skirt you to my sleeve and make my way out. Not a jab against the past just a plan forward.

Struggles

Friday, May 29, 2009

Waist deep in the swamp staring at the sky. The muck and mud sucking my feet down. Skeeters and horse fly's buzzing my head. My grin clear upon my face as I sing loud. No words to my song just a hum that filled. On lookers testify to depth of my insanity. Gators close in to investigate my vibrations. Cotton mouths show to give proof of name. Chest deep and go on and ignore vultures. Ranting on with volume but no order to it. The clouds open and let loose droplets fast. My hands still moving about splash the top. Yellow eyes peer at me as my chins wet. Bubbles go as the odd behavior continues. Snapping turtles circle to view me sink. I draw in a breath that fills me with water. My lungs taking in what it cannot remove. The body convulses and my core lives on. A tribal beat in the torment bangs loudly. Up to take a piece the carnivore grabs on. Twisting as attempts to take my parts off. Pulling me from the mud and splashing we. Back into my body and fighting for my life. Thing that was so close to not being my own. Drying in the sun on the bank of the swamp. A smile on my face.