fingertips stretch
grasping for
gasping for
soft, pale
flesh
hands molding
body
into shapes
ripe and waiting
for embrace
breathe.
chilly drips tingle
hot frost raises up
the skin
the waves of her
her flawless back
now you're in deep
hard body
and she aches
sacrificing
fuzzy peach skin
opens its fruits
revealing it's juices
dive into her waves
and taste the intoxicating essence
so she wakes
and blooms
cooing petals
biting
soft pale flesh.
A glimpse into some of my life experiences, realizations, or just the every day strange that occurs.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Bodies and Machines
Animals
armed with scales and skin,
feathers and bones
alive
equipped with blood, brains
lungs and hearts.
Warmth
touch
sensation
elation
emotions
thoughts
interactions
words
Survive
Instincts
Basic needs
Birthrights
Animals evolve
create, copulate
urges to expand, grow, inflate
Primate
Human
sentient, aware
separate but equal
above all others
we are
the heirs
infected
fighting
the fittest
expectations
entitlement
greed
money, consumption, power
war bomb
disassembling, deconstructing
bodies
GodScience
white light,
light white
white. white. white.
bright exposure
making bodies transparent x-rays
purifying
computers
dissecting
bodies
no questions
no thoughts
no feelings
no sentiments
just mechanical bodies
well functioning
oiled machines
Androids
armed with scales and skin,
feathers and bones
alive
equipped with blood, brains
lungs and hearts.
Warmth
touch
sensation
elation
emotions
thoughts
interactions
words
Survive
Instincts
Basic needs
Birthrights
Animals evolve
create, copulate
urges to expand, grow, inflate
Primate
Human
sentient, aware
separate but equal
above all others
we are
the heirs
infected
fighting
the fittest
expectations
entitlement
greed
money, consumption, power
war bomb
disassembling, deconstructing
bodies
GodScience
white light,
light white
white. white. white.
bright exposure
making bodies transparent x-rays
purifying
computers
dissecting
bodies
no questions
no thoughts
no feelings
no sentiments
just mechanical bodies
well functioning
oiled machines
Androids
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
I Wanted to Wait
For you
I would have done anything
passed the end
stopped at the beginning
Reoccurring words to One who listens.
These words
which always seem to fail me
in these ever passing
ever present
moments of feeling and reason,
It is with these words
that I try in vain
to extend
an apology
an explanation
and end my curse
of ice-olation:
I held on
and I clenched
unknowing of my intensity
unaware of my smothering
I fought
because I believed in You
deeply
because it felt so true
And I see how
now
these acts and fits
of rage and passion
brought out by
both of our actions
drove us
into dark unfathomability.
And I realize
that I cannot take away
past reactions
broken relations
cutting words
or manic situations.
All I can do is show
that I loved
that I learned
that I got burned
I embrace each new day
and every painful mistake
that had You in it.
I wanted to tell You
I want You to know too, that
I wanted to wait.
I wanted
to wait
to wait
wait
now it's too late.
I would have done anything
passed the end
stopped at the beginning
Reoccurring words to One who listens.
These words
which always seem to fail me
in these ever passing
ever present
moments of feeling and reason,
It is with these words
that I try in vain
to extend
an apology
an explanation
and end my curse
of ice-olation:
I held on
and I clenched
unknowing of my intensity
unaware of my smothering
I fought
because I believed in You
deeply
because it felt so true
And I see how
now
these acts and fits
of rage and passion
brought out by
both of our actions
drove us
into dark unfathomability.
And I realize
that I cannot take away
past reactions
broken relations
cutting words
or manic situations.
All I can do is show
that I loved
that I learned
that I got burned
I embrace each new day
and every painful mistake
that had You in it.
I wanted to tell You
I want You to know too, that
I wanted to wait.
I wanted
to wait
to wait
wait
now it's too late.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Twenty-four and Counting
When I stop
waking, talking, moving, proving
going, doing, working,
consuming, fuming
trying, crying, prying
asking and why-ing
When I stop
analyzing, criticizing
moving my hair, here and over there
putting on, and taking off
hiding, sighing, and occupying
to think
of my life
instead
not what I should
or I would
or any of the contractual obligations
that we sign with birth
of tribulations
expectations
that overwhelm
our self worth
if I think of my life
and all these
magnificent
magnificent
magnificent
people
I think of
how much I stretch
how much I did
and of my success
it is here I realize
even just a mutual smile
with a stranger
makes this life
that much more worth while.
Life is not measurable by what you need to do.
Life is not linear.
Life is everyone and everything that comes to influence you.
And so far, I would have to say that my life has been a success.
waking, talking, moving, proving
going, doing, working,
consuming, fuming
trying, crying, prying
asking and why-ing
When I stop
analyzing, criticizing
moving my hair, here and over there
putting on, and taking off
hiding, sighing, and occupying
to think
of my life
instead
not what I should
or I would
or any of the contractual obligations
that we sign with birth
of tribulations
expectations
that overwhelm
our self worth
if I think of my life
and all these
magnificent
magnificent
magnificent
people
I think of
how much I stretch
how much I did
and of my success
it is here I realize
even just a mutual smile
with a stranger
makes this life
that much more worth while.
Life is not measurable by what you need to do.
Life is not linear.
Life is everyone and everything that comes to influence you.
And so far, I would have to say that my life has been a success.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
I am Me
I am here.
I am not under you
I am not over you
I am not inside
or out.
I am where I am.
I am who I am.
You cannot take me
as my moments of doubts.
I am whole
parts rearranging
ever so changing
sometimes I feel
with
or without.
But at the end of the day
I am the last one
I am the first one
I am the one who makes it okay
I am me, always
without a doubt.
I am not under you
I am not over you
I am not inside
or out.
I am where I am.
I am who I am.
You cannot take me
as my moments of doubts.
I am whole
parts rearranging
ever so changing
sometimes I feel
with
or without.
But at the end of the day
I am the last one
I am the first one
I am the one who makes it okay
I am me, always
without a doubt.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
This is Not About You
Boy oh boy
I see you from a far
we exchanged some glances
and yes maybe there are chances
between the spaces in our conversation
where you thought
of fucking me.
And boy oh boy
I know it's not a stretch
to have you come and confess
that you had 'such a great time' or
that you would really 'love to call me'
when I know that your lines
are rehearsed game.
Boy oh boy
you sure can talk
and you know you got it
with that smile, that walk,
that caress, that stare
you put on that charm
makes a girl want to take off her underwear
but
Boy oh boy
I think it's lame
that when I cut through that game
and speak it
straight
that you can't play.
So you plan the escape
because you got what you wanted
and the morning's going to come
you did too,
boy I hope you weren't the only one.
Now the bed feels too small
and you stopped thinking
with your little balls
at least about this room
at least about this dame
oh boy oh boy
it's enough to drive her insane.
Where oh where is a man
oh man?
or someone to explain to me
so I might understand...
Perhaps
this time
it
is better left
Unfinished.
I see you from a far
we exchanged some glances
and yes maybe there are chances
between the spaces in our conversation
where you thought
of fucking me.
And boy oh boy
I know it's not a stretch
to have you come and confess
that you had 'such a great time' or
that you would really 'love to call me'
when I know that your lines
are rehearsed game.
Boy oh boy
you sure can talk
and you know you got it
with that smile, that walk,
that caress, that stare
you put on that charm
makes a girl want to take off her underwear
but
Boy oh boy
I think it's lame
that when I cut through that game
and speak it
straight
that you can't play.
So you plan the escape
because you got what you wanted
and the morning's going to come
you did too,
boy I hope you weren't the only one.
Now the bed feels too small
and you stopped thinking
with your little balls
at least about this room
at least about this dame
oh boy oh boy
it's enough to drive her insane.
Where oh where is a man
oh man?
or someone to explain to me
so I might understand...
Perhaps
this time
it
is better left
Unfinished.
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