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Be Ready (Gothic Valentine)
Tuesday, February 19, 2008

She causally wears mascara and thick boots
fish-net stalkings and an above the knee skirt
a complementary top that screams gothic
blackness in everything that is exterior, my exotic.
My hand firmly reaches her bruise-less neck
as if to strangle
her hand simultaneously strikes back,
covering my addams apple.
Neither one scared, neither figure drawing back,
complete trust, no apathy,
showing what is there and what is to lack.
Each hand slowly, with it's own seduction
finds its way from the front of a throat
unto the back of the other's proudly invaded neck;
they carefully draw each other in,
closer, exuberating with anticipation
each fleshy expression smugly crosses the other
like a ghostly passenger in the night
coming close to wrecking into lips of unbliss,
steering away from the rocks of unintention,
bypassing into the heart of their destination
they glide to the shore of where breath and nerves foreplay;
snuggling deep into the side of their respective necks.
Of man and woman the scent of flesh taken in,
aura captured, carnal desire taking possession
like a demon so strong and urgent
wrapping well into the other,
recycling and renewing vibrant energy;
an explosion when they finally come up for air
... as they kiss.
...

I liked the scene i was going for, but the fluidity sucks ass... like licking all up in there, and coming up with bleh.

Eccentric Solution
Tuesday, March 17, 2007

Deliberately all the rules were played to her satisfaction
he finally gained access to the destination in mind
as he penetrated the slick fleshy walls between her legs
he motioned slow as it was remembered from before
love making, tender and vibrant, enough to warm the sensation
then suddenly his hip flashed a swift shot
rough, hard, and fast was the main way she understood
but something was different this time, more power
he didn't start pounding away like many men with no art
rather he drew back and darted his passion with precise precision
comparable to a fist going through a wooden board
not with the obscene intention to callously hurt
merely to take out his frustrations because of her
in the most viable, respected, as well as loving way possible.

Romantic Sanity
Sunday, March 18, 2007

The quench absolution to the thirst of desire
mirrors only in fantasy for me
clearly i am no longer the young
and highly optimistic boy i once was
I argue, however, must I let go of all ideals
to reach a peak of contentment?
Have i already crossed so far away
due to experience from that inwhich
I had yearned to be, to have,
to create for a life valued of such high potential?
Is it possible to respark the inner child
like the rising from the dead bird of fire
or is romantic anguish
all i have left to continue a tainted cycle of waste?

Vision of the San Francisco Beach
Monday, March 5, 2007

White foam of the crashing waves come in and out of shore,
the sounds of seagulls and bright sun fill his senses
as he compares his love to the vastness of the body of water in front of him,
he packs warm sand with his right hand, then lets it fall back down.
It reminds him of life's grit and stability of expectations,
why is it on paper connections are so easy to make,
airy words pour liberally without a second to really contemplate them?
Is it so hard to shine the soul through the flesh and wear it like clothes?
Can we not choose a path and stick with it until it's destination?
Perhaps a pebble would be tossed and skip, had he such a talent,
bare toes digging into the earth, grinding and feeling the sensation.
Why is it only here beauty is untainted,
not worried about being unobtainable, forbidden, or morel?

Foolish Love
Monday, March 5, 2007

affection never fades, but flash will exhaust itself out.
what truly lies beneath a foundation that is desperate for refurbishment,
yet merely the changing seasons can behold such a sincere statement.
i love what is familiar, the smiles, the accolades, and untouched caresses,
but to the core what is real, what could be sealed,
and how much am i fooling myself
that this is what i want out of honesty and not temporary.

In Need of Acceleration
Sunday, Febuary 25, 2007

It's great to know that people have affection for you,
that they hold you to an esteem that states
you would make a grand father and husband to a worthy woman
whom would have your child. The problem my heart is burdened with
is finding this accepting female and starting the course
to which the team can be formed.
I also wonder why i can be held to such a high standard of praise,
but not given the opportunity by those who would speak so highly of me.

Compliment My Sorrow
Friday, Febuary 16, 2007

the savior of my sanity
why are you not here
with me, you keep cherished
company like a materialized ghost
who can not touch, i
feel your presence, but not
the warmth i maddeningly desire

Betrayers of Trust and Passion
Friday, Febuary 16, 2007

The heart becomes sober when it realizes that it doesn't pump
with the euphoria of love, it's life force, anymore
how draining and damaging it is, yet it's expected to
not skip a beat, never know defeat, and shine on like before
so awesome in speech, some ideals never reached,
is there a purpose to continuing in this lonesome way
it may be villainous to some, completely evil to others,
but some people are best kept to an outstretched bay

Music and Attitude
Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Can you vibrantly play on the sultry dark side
without idiotically going over the steep ledge
savior in completeness optimism for all of it's worth
like using a specialized double sword edge
enjoyment in wholesome innocence, fun, and laughter,
all that is considered down to earth,
yet in balance be seduced by the erotic imagery
of an unshelled, honest, and eccentric personality

Beautiful Garden Lost
Friday, February 9, 2007

Why is it that the very people who should not be allowed
to spread their lame seeds are the ones who sprout
their rotten fruits within the widest area?
Disrupting the plentiful earth, the rich soil of general goodness,
it is with a heavy heart that those who would give vital nurturance
to the dirt are helpless to stop the invading poison that has been inserted.

Reasons to fall into Sleep
Sunday, January 28, 2007

If to be romantic is to be foolish,
it can be an irritation to read back the thoughts
I have written down as i have seen results sour
before a chance occurs for frutation.
Allude to imagined lover's passionate kisses
that never happened,
only in words have such dramatic affection
raptured and enticed the heart.
Is it a sad state when a smile
from a beautiful stranger feeds the hungry
or is it a testament to the power
of self control, dignity, and an inner flame?

Burn the Brightest
Sunday, January 28, 2007

Beauty only resonates at it's peek grandness
in the depth of burning desire.
Fading it's full flavor after tasting so long,
it's a shame that to be diverse is a force.
In the visions of the mind
her smile is encourageable, her kiss indomitable,
I believe her touch would be incredible,
yet these remain fantasies unrequited.

Ravaging Her Body
Monday, January 22, 2007

In the theater of the mind
I take her at a moment's notice
how i enjoy the sensation of
control and pleasure
but when i come down
from said wild intoxication
i am reminded of the consequences
had these actions taken place
outside my personal entertainment
I feel relief and comfort
yet i also question what this means
within the boundaries of shared reality
and the rules it sustains?

Inquisitive Nature
Wednesday, January 10, 2007

My breathe to your cheeks
upon your breasts
tangling with your wind
plunging into the folds of your lower lips
do you want this
has the image crossed your mind
the lust filling the moisture between your legs
strong, firm, and penetrating?

Internal Flame
12/4/2006

Enlightment is not mere humbling
philosophy, not sophisticated or penetrating
words written in a book,
not the culmination of vast
experiences to cap off a
lifetime. It is a lifestyle
that uneededly be defended that
is the home, care, encouragement,
and drive of an individual.
Like there lives many opinions
in the world, so too
are the paths of enlightment.

Which Reality
12/4/2006

When all your tongue has tasted is toxic waste, i suppose it is unnatural for wholesome food to have the same appeal as mainstream appetites. What the brain after years and decades has recognized as sweet, what the rest of us would turn our collective noses up and call vile, perhaps it is not fair that one is perceived as wrong or demented. Take into account, however, when trying to have an individual sample what the rest of us take for favorable granted is slammed down with eyes wide shut, then what are we to think of such close mindedness?

Stare Away of Her Eyes, Curve of Her Mouth
12/4/2006

Sometimes i find it humorously
ironic what i enticingly value
in a random momental picture
as sensually erotic, the vivid
expression of an unusual nature,
at least in comparison of
what is typically considered desirable
on a general consensus scale.

Guarantee Versus Wrapped in the Mystery
12/4/2006

I understand why lost sheep will follow any shepherd that feels like they are leading them home, there is a group that rebuke these shepherds, but the strongest force is a deeply embedded and practiced idea. As I listen to a voice that says it is okay to hate those who do not agree nor act with his convictions, i am appalled and yet, soothed by my decision not to follow what he represents. In the guise of goodness, this particular shepherd preaches division, not humanity's unification. His tongue says band with us and against all who oppose, all who are not brethren are working for the enemy, whether they understand it or not and that is reason enough to passively-aggressively smite them.

All and Nothing Complex
12/4/2006

One does not need faith if one possesses knowledge, however, since knowledge is indefinite, from the largest realm of possibility i can imagine all i see forecasted is continued chaos. Not to say that as a species we do not try to test and compile facts, but what we value eludes us in this existence, hence, there is nothing but what we make up and/or symbolize for our desires, not a solid, undeniable truth. Considering to the individual mind, perception is truth, what is it that we are left with that can really counter flaw?

White Mirror
11.13.2006

Spliced between the warranted reputation
of niceness and the mental
playground of physical pleasantries, I
am the dream wrapped in
mystique. My exterior simple, non
threatening, and friendly, while the
interior forces examination of ideas
held closest to the core.