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Tuesday, 03 August 2010

Strangely

Strangely enough, I feel that our lastest onslaught of poets and poetess's seem to be from the asian dynasty.
There's nothing wrong with it at all. It just makes me wonder if there's any more in the blood of others. There's not much to this.

Thursday, 08 July 2010

optimism

These's are the days of our lives. At least they would be, if they had another type of day to them. But, life is strange and the words to describe them couldnt be much better.

Monday, 03 May 2010

week two : Day Eight

My eyes are closed tight, but Im dreaming with them wide open.
What I see is what I want to feel. I want to feel.
The woodline is aflame. It catches fire with soft coozes and coughs of short gusts.
Bobbing, dodging patterns,
and Dirty thoughts.
My hands are filled with the filth of yesterdays doing.
Beating the ground with our fists to keep from beating our feet for cover.
A failed journey all on its own.
But there is no point in trying without the shot to strike failure.
I can smell the skies that resinate with the lingering stench
of blood that isn't there.
All along the rounds of the icebox we're counting down the time
until rigomortis sets in.
Just like roses and strawberry baskets.
Just like tulips pressed to lips
and graves raised with tombstones.
Their angels are flying overhead
so we send our devils soaring right back at them.
The whistling sounds of another life lost ring like bells of gothic chapels.
Who holyer than thou now,
Heretics cry.
The smoke burns in our faces doused in white powders,
then we are off to fight another battle.
We just laugh.
The cackles are priceless.
As we dine on each delivered,
our stomachs swelter with the tempatures rising.
Our backs ache with self-inflicted pregnancies.
Fears and worries are forced to a hault by idolizing prayers.
On hands and knees, begging them please,
help us find the peace and the stars.
This food has gone cold.

Friday, 02 April 2010

The Sexual Question

      Ive come to realize. that most people are scared to reveal to themselves or anyone else, what they are really into. The whole, privacy and prudency of things; Desires and what-nots. Most are scared or put off of anything that has to do with the ass...if it be Anal sex, Salad tossing, Rimjobs...or just Ass play. I got to learn that tonight while listening to one of my roommates conversate about a conversation she had with a long long long time ago friend/childhood boyfriend who is recently catching up on Her...most recent behaviors. As a male who is comfortable in his skin, I chalked it up as sheer jealousy or regret.
     Although I consider myself experienced, there is quite a bit I might have no tried or simply done. Ive played the Anal game...dress up...salad toss...tie me up...dirty talk....rough sex...ass to mouth...women that moan...and women that growl....to even slight raunch...but I know there is still quite a bit I have yet to touch because I havent had the luck of meeting someone to teach me, or at least someone be willing to try. Then again...most people like that always want someone more on the innocent side. This slot I cant really fill, because I just say yes to the first time chance.
     But....I've never sniffed blow off a girls back...never had a three-some....never swapped partners, though I've been the one swapped....I've never done a cleavland steamer...pissed on someone...never wrapped someone in complete bondage gear...worn a latex outfit...taken a strap-on...been enema'd...or played out a fantasy rape...etc...etc......etc.....so my question is.....should I feel inadiguit if someone I used to know and wanted to have sex with, strange or normal, told me about these experiences? Should I feel less of who I am sexually, because she talked about it with someone else who she does not have sex with as far as my knowledge extends?

Tuesday, 30 March 2010

true desire

i want to start. again and again.
i want to paint. i want to wish.
i want to hope without conscience.
i want to be, what it is to be myself again.
without myself included.
i want to stand on my own two feet.
with another two feet to stand right beside them.
i want to live a life that takes two to tango.
without the thought that only one needs to lead.
i want to be strong again, without someone else's reason.
i want what i want.
i want to get where i want to go.
i want to be what it is that means something
to what i want to mean to me
i want to be my own dream.
i want so much.
but i dont know how i want to say it.
i want so little.
but i want it to mean the most.
i want it.
and i want it
and i want
when it comes.