As we laid in bed,
She wanted some fresh air,
She pulled down the covers ,
Stood up with her back turned to me,
And walked to the sliding glass door which lead outside,
As she opened the blinds the moonlight shined in,
Creating a shadow of her body on the carpet behind her,
I readjusted myself to admire her,
A cool breeze of air entered the room
As she opened the door,
I took a deep breath,
I caught her scent lingering within the air molecules,
Which flowed in like a quite river,
With the gentle breeze,
Her body shined in the full-moons light,
As I watched her body react to the cool air surrounding her,
Her nipples hardened,
Her hair lazily flowed around her neck,
She didn’t know I was watching her,
Till she turned to see me,
Face down,
Eyes up,
I couldn’t love her more at that moment,
The curves of her body were intoxicating,
And my heart began to race,
I was taken away by her beauty,
And that amazing smile on her face,
I wanted to feel her cool skin against my own,
But laying there ,
Simply watching her,
Was an amazing feeling,
Which was once before unknown,
Monday, October 19, 2009
Labels
First I was a good kid,
Then I began to get in trouble,
I didn’t take shit from no one,
And I was labeled a troublemaker,
As the years passed on I wore the label proud,
Spend much time in detention,
And so time suspended,
Then I carried a joint under my nose,
And I was labeled a pot head,
Two years of that,
Then it all ended at once,
And I was labeled a felon,
Which I still carry today,
Most label me as easy going,
Others as a joker,
Some call me slim,
And others nothing at all,
I’ve been called:
Flaco, Fido, Odie, Junior, boney butt beach chair breaker,
A hippie, scum, punk, bastard, Tio, cousin, asshole, fucker
Son, brother, helper, lazy, crazy, racist, Mexican, dick
Horny, wise, amazing, god, and dumb
With all these labels
Which could possibly be the right one?
Then I began to get in trouble,
I didn’t take shit from no one,
And I was labeled a troublemaker,
As the years passed on I wore the label proud,
Spend much time in detention,
And so time suspended,
Then I carried a joint under my nose,
And I was labeled a pot head,
Two years of that,
Then it all ended at once,
And I was labeled a felon,
Which I still carry today,
Most label me as easy going,
Others as a joker,
Some call me slim,
And others nothing at all,
I’ve been called:
Flaco, Fido, Odie, Junior, boney butt beach chair breaker,
A hippie, scum, punk, bastard, Tio, cousin, asshole, fucker
Son, brother, helper, lazy, crazy, racist, Mexican, dick
Horny, wise, amazing, god, and dumb
With all these labels
Which could possibly be the right one?
the pull
It took me many years,
29+ to be exact,
To pull my head out my ass,
And finally see the light,
I cant understand
Why I was how I was
Or did the things I did
But I guess that’s what it took
To pull my head out my ass,
Many sleepless night,
Many headaches,
Few, but far too painful heartaches,
The loss of loved one’s
The birth of new one’s
Is what it took,
To pull my head out my ass,
There were ups and downs,
And left and rights,
Pointless arguments,
That ended up in fights,
But that’s just what it took
To pull my head out my ass
29+ to be exact,
To pull my head out my ass,
And finally see the light,
I cant understand
Why I was how I was
Or did the things I did
But I guess that’s what it took
To pull my head out my ass,
Many sleepless night,
Many headaches,
Few, but far too painful heartaches,
The loss of loved one’s
The birth of new one’s
Is what it took,
To pull my head out my ass,
There were ups and downs,
And left and rights,
Pointless arguments,
That ended up in fights,
But that’s just what it took
To pull my head out my ass
Discrimination
Has experience made us more discriminate?
On a daily basis are we more cautious about others than we think?
Are we afraid to love after being left broken hearted?
Why is that?
This person is not that person,
Yet we judge them as so,
When in a situation we refer to the past,
What we did,
How we did it,
Why we did it,
And what we learned from it,
Yet in life we find ourselves in this vicious cycle,
Only doing it to ourselves time and time again,
Today is not yesterday,
Nor will tomorrow be today,
Why can’t we live ‘now’
Without judgment,
Pointing fingerins
And ‘expecting’ something to happen because it has happened in the past,
They say history repeats itself,
But it is ‘us’ that continues to repeat it
On a daily basis are we more cautious about others than we think?
Are we afraid to love after being left broken hearted?
Why is that?
This person is not that person,
Yet we judge them as so,
When in a situation we refer to the past,
What we did,
How we did it,
Why we did it,
And what we learned from it,
Yet in life we find ourselves in this vicious cycle,
Only doing it to ourselves time and time again,
Today is not yesterday,
Nor will tomorrow be today,
Why can’t we live ‘now’
Without judgment,
Pointing fingerins
And ‘expecting’ something to happen because it has happened in the past,
They say history repeats itself,
But it is ‘us’ that continues to repeat it
Unsure
I don’t know why I am the way I am,
Don’t know why I speak the way I do,
Don’t know why I love the things I do,
Not sure if this is going to make sense to you,
Throughout my life,
I’ve been told to do this and that,
Not to do so and so,
And try to be such and such,
If I am me
And you are you
How you can tell me who, when, how I should be,
The one’s who accept us for who we are,
The ones proud to call us: family, friends, lovers
Are the ones who want us
To be the best us we know how to be
Are the ones not telling us who, what, when
To be something we are not,
Are the ones I love most.
Are the ones that mean the most,
Are the ones that are hardest to find
And carry the most weight in my heart
Don’t know why I speak the way I do,
Don’t know why I love the things I do,
Not sure if this is going to make sense to you,
Throughout my life,
I’ve been told to do this and that,
Not to do so and so,
And try to be such and such,
If I am me
And you are you
How you can tell me who, when, how I should be,
The one’s who accept us for who we are,
The ones proud to call us: family, friends, lovers
Are the ones who want us
To be the best us we know how to be
Are the ones not telling us who, what, when
To be something we are not,
Are the ones I love most.
Are the ones that mean the most,
Are the ones that are hardest to find
And carry the most weight in my heart
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Competition
A fight to the finish,
We compete for the gold,
It bring out the best in some,
And brings out the worst, ten fold,
We fight to the death,
While others give up,
Are we really winners?
At others expense,
Tis better to fail at trying
Then not have tried at all,
But when given the chance to see what you’ve got,
Never, never… say no
10/13/09 @ 9.54pm
We compete for the gold,
It bring out the best in some,
And brings out the worst, ten fold,
We fight to the death,
While others give up,
Are we really winners?
At others expense,
Tis better to fail at trying
Then not have tried at all,
But when given the chance to see what you’ve got,
Never, never… say no
10/13/09 @ 9.54pm
lost love
It’s been a long time,
Since I’ve been with my love,
A two wheeled machine
Leather jacket & gloves,
I didn’t go far,
But the feeling is still there,
As I circled the block,
I didn’t have a care,
The memories rushed back,
It made me not want to stop,
Of all the rides I’ve taken,
This short one meant a lot,
I miss my love,
This moto machine,
Always puts a smile on my face,
The purest… I’ve ever seen
10/13/09 @ 9.48pm
Since I’ve been with my love,
A two wheeled machine
Leather jacket & gloves,
I didn’t go far,
But the feeling is still there,
As I circled the block,
I didn’t have a care,
The memories rushed back,
It made me not want to stop,
Of all the rides I’ve taken,
This short one meant a lot,
I miss my love,
This moto machine,
Always puts a smile on my face,
The purest… I’ve ever seen
10/13/09 @ 9.48pm
B
At one forth my age,
And half my height,
This one little girl,
Became the love of my life,
She changed the unchangeable,
And showed me another path,
A life of unselfishness,
A love that will forever last,
She never asked for a thing,
So I gave her my all,
Bringing out the best in me,
All and all
10/13/09 @ 9.44pm
And half my height,
This one little girl,
Became the love of my life,
She changed the unchangeable,
And showed me another path,
A life of unselfishness,
A love that will forever last,
She never asked for a thing,
So I gave her my all,
Bringing out the best in me,
All and all
10/13/09 @ 9.44pm
Monday, October 5, 2009
Kama Sutra
Kama sutra,
The art of sex,
If you’ve never heard of it,
You should give it a check,
There are over 60 positions,
Of all which work well,
But it takes time and practice,
In the end it pays off,
Work with your lover,
Husband, wife or fuck buddy,
Its an attack from all angles,
To penetrate different spots,
Do it well,
Do it right,
Do it,
Till it’s real HOT!
10/03/09 @ 6.51pm
The art of sex,
If you’ve never heard of it,
You should give it a check,
There are over 60 positions,
Of all which work well,
But it takes time and practice,
In the end it pays off,
Work with your lover,
Husband, wife or fuck buddy,
Its an attack from all angles,
To penetrate different spots,
Do it well,
Do it right,
Do it,
Till it’s real HOT!
10/03/09 @ 6.51pm
Kats
I see them everywhere,
These kats that pass me by,
Some look n some smile,
Few say ‘hello’,
Some act shy,
They come in all shapes and sizes,
Colors and attitudes alike,
Some I wish to know,
Others to never speak to,
What goes through their minds,
On a daily basis,
Thinking about something important,
Or things to fill their empty spaces,
I can sit and watch them pass by for hours,
Appreciating each and everyone,
Some in dresses,
Some in jeans,
Others…in I don’t know what the fuck!
But I love the women of this world,
No matter how big or small,
These kats that roam the earth,
And those stuck in malls
10/03/09 @ 4.13pm
These kats that pass me by,
Some look n some smile,
Few say ‘hello’,
Some act shy,
They come in all shapes and sizes,
Colors and attitudes alike,
Some I wish to know,
Others to never speak to,
What goes through their minds,
On a daily basis,
Thinking about something important,
Or things to fill their empty spaces,
I can sit and watch them pass by for hours,
Appreciating each and everyone,
Some in dresses,
Some in jeans,
Others…in I don’t know what the fuck!
But I love the women of this world,
No matter how big or small,
These kats that roam the earth,
And those stuck in malls
10/03/09 @ 4.13pm
Wild Card
The one least expected,
The one always over looked,
The one which will never let you down,
This wild card from life’s deck,
I approach life from a different angle,
And most don’t know why,
I’ve learn through experiences,
And asking people why,
I’ve trained my mind,
And working on the body,
To take life as it comes,
And enjoy each and every moment,
The pains will come,
As will the joy,
I’ll never be a man,
Always a grown up boy,
I can rebuild your engine,
And build you a house,
Cook you a dinner,
And even catch a mouse,
Fine on my own,
But happier with you,
You have this wild card,
Now win the game,
With the cards,
That were dealt to you
10/03/09 @ 3.57pm
The one always over looked,
The one which will never let you down,
This wild card from life’s deck,
I approach life from a different angle,
And most don’t know why,
I’ve learn through experiences,
And asking people why,
I’ve trained my mind,
And working on the body,
To take life as it comes,
And enjoy each and every moment,
The pains will come,
As will the joy,
I’ll never be a man,
Always a grown up boy,
I can rebuild your engine,
And build you a house,
Cook you a dinner,
And even catch a mouse,
Fine on my own,
But happier with you,
You have this wild card,
Now win the game,
With the cards,
That were dealt to you
10/03/09 @ 3.57pm
The Ride
It was 4am sunday,
The sun had yet to rise,
I woke up early
Just for this ride,
Leathered up,
From neck to toe,
Timberland boots,
Arai helmets a go,
The air was cool and crisp,
As I fired up my bike,
The exhaust filled the quietness,
Woke up the neighbors from rest,
I double checked it over,
Kneeled down and prayed,
For this was the ride I looked forward to,
For many many days,
The engine was warm
I closed the choke,
Mounted my moto,
And off I go,
I felt so alive,
Every shift right on point,
No one on the street
But this maniac moto boy,
A passed 2 cops,
When I was going slow,
Once I saw the openings
I let the bike just… GO,
My heart was racing,
With each and every turn,
Tires were warm and ready,
As the fuel continued to burn,
I could feel every bump,
And road surface change,
This feeling that overwhelmed me
Things would never be the same
I got back home
An hour and a half later,
100+ miles passed,
two tanks later,
I layed back in bed
Just happy I made it
2005
The sun had yet to rise,
I woke up early
Just for this ride,
Leathered up,
From neck to toe,
Timberland boots,
Arai helmets a go,
The air was cool and crisp,
As I fired up my bike,
The exhaust filled the quietness,
Woke up the neighbors from rest,
I double checked it over,
Kneeled down and prayed,
For this was the ride I looked forward to,
For many many days,
The engine was warm
I closed the choke,
Mounted my moto,
And off I go,
I felt so alive,
Every shift right on point,
No one on the street
But this maniac moto boy,
A passed 2 cops,
When I was going slow,
Once I saw the openings
I let the bike just… GO,
My heart was racing,
With each and every turn,
Tires were warm and ready,
As the fuel continued to burn,
I could feel every bump,
And road surface change,
This feeling that overwhelmed me
Things would never be the same
I got back home
An hour and a half later,
100+ miles passed,
two tanks later,
I layed back in bed
Just happy I made it
2005
Y
A meal at the Y,
My favorite place to eat
Where the legs join the hips
Its all you can eat
I like my dish uncovered
And others not,
I can eat it whenever…where ever
Ready or not,
Some are sweet
And some are sour,
When I’m hungry,
I will devour,
They never complain,
When I eat all I can
Sometimes I stop,
And lend a helping hand,
But I always enjoy
This tasteful treat,
Day or night
Week after week.
10/03/09 @ 3.25pm
My favorite place to eat
Where the legs join the hips
Its all you can eat
I like my dish uncovered
And others not,
I can eat it whenever…where ever
Ready or not,
Some are sweet
And some are sour,
When I’m hungry,
I will devour,
They never complain,
When I eat all I can
Sometimes I stop,
And lend a helping hand,
But I always enjoy
This tasteful treat,
Day or night
Week after week.
10/03/09 @ 3.25pm
Skol
We spend our youth in class,
Reading our text books,
To get an education,
Too not become crooks,
We stay up late at night,
Cramming the brain with info,
To take a test ,
To pass or fail,
So we can move on to the next,
In the end,
You learn or you don’t,
You move in a direction,
Which you think coincides with your wants,
But look ahead in life,
Cause looking back is far worse,
When you feel like you’ve wasted your time,
Working live a slave for a dime
10/03/09 @ 2.54pm
Reading our text books,
To get an education,
Too not become crooks,
We stay up late at night,
Cramming the brain with info,
To take a test ,
To pass or fail,
So we can move on to the next,
In the end,
You learn or you don’t,
You move in a direction,
Which you think coincides with your wants,
But look ahead in life,
Cause looking back is far worse,
When you feel like you’ve wasted your time,
Working live a slave for a dime
10/03/09 @ 2.54pm
The Box
We live in a box,
Which was instilled in us when young,
A ‘friend’ is suppose to do this,
An enemy ‘this’,
But when we were young,
It was about having fun with others,
We didn’t have expectations,
Or labeled our friends this and that,
We made the best of times,
And cried when hurt by others,
Don’t enclose people,
And keep them in a ‘box’
Let them be free to be whatever,
A friend, lover, enemy, or not
10/03/09 @ 2.52pm
Which was instilled in us when young,
A ‘friend’ is suppose to do this,
An enemy ‘this’,
But when we were young,
It was about having fun with others,
We didn’t have expectations,
Or labeled our friends this and that,
We made the best of times,
And cried when hurt by others,
Don’t enclose people,
And keep them in a ‘box’
Let them be free to be whatever,
A friend, lover, enemy, or not
10/03/09 @ 2.52pm
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Miss you
Each day that passes,
I miss you more and more,
Wishing somehow magically,
You’d walk through my door,
Or wake up,
From a deep sleep,
With you next to me,
Tucked in between these sheets,
10/02/09 @ 11.56pm
I miss you more and more,
Wishing somehow magically,
You’d walk through my door,
Or wake up,
From a deep sleep,
With you next to me,
Tucked in between these sheets,
10/02/09 @ 11.56pm
Blink of an eye
In the blink of an eye
My mind records the world
The now is the past
Life seems so fast
My hidden thoughts
Safely tucked away
Aware of nothing
So all can be absorbed
Another day in my life
Another day in this world
10/02/09 @ 11.51pm
My mind records the world
The now is the past
Life seems so fast
My hidden thoughts
Safely tucked away
Aware of nothing
So all can be absorbed
Another day in my life
Another day in this world
10/02/09 @ 11.51pm
Lies
You tell me you love me
You say you never lie,
But when I look into your eyes,
I see no truth inside,
You speak of our future
But your with someone else
The truth is yet been spoken,
And I see nothing else
10/02/09 @ 11.49pm
You say you never lie,
But when I look into your eyes,
I see no truth inside,
You speak of our future
But your with someone else
The truth is yet been spoken,
And I see nothing else
10/02/09 @ 11.49pm
Rain
As I listen to the rain
I can hear every drop
I hear it hit the deck
Leaves and even the rocks
The spaces in between
And the sound each shaped raindrop creates,
As it races to the earth,
Soaking into the soil,
Deep into the plants roots,
To bring life to all,
With each and every raindrop which may fall
What an amazing feeling
One which should be felt by all
10/02/09 @ 11.47pm
I can hear every drop
I hear it hit the deck
Leaves and even the rocks
The spaces in between
And the sound each shaped raindrop creates,
As it races to the earth,
Soaking into the soil,
Deep into the plants roots,
To bring life to all,
With each and every raindrop which may fall
What an amazing feeling
One which should be felt by all
10/02/09 @ 11.47pm
Red Book
These are words from a book that forever changed my life...it was in my dad's basement and stared at me every time i passed it by. I guess it was telling me to pick it up and read it...glad i did
'Creative meditation and Multi-dimensional consciousness'
-We are blind to reality because we have become so accustomed to our surroundings and to ourselves. Once we break the fetters of habit by the power of a paradoxical situation, or by a flash of intuition, everything beomes a revelation and everyday life turns into a wonder.
-The meaning of life – like the meaning of a journey – lies not in the arrival at a certain place but in the progress toward it; in the movement itself and in the gradual unfoldment of events, conditions, and experiences.
-To know everything is eaual to knowing nothing.
-‘sea slips into the shining drop’ : the drop is qualitatively not different from the sea. All the oceans that cover the earth, as seen from the distance of the sun, are not more than a drop in the immensity of space; and a drop, as seen from the standpoint of a microorganism contained in it, is as vast as an ocean.
-Instead of contemplating a past that we cannot change, and upon which we cannot have the slightest influence, meditation serves to sow the seeds of final liberation and to build now bodies of future perfection in the image of our highest ideals.
-Novalis once said that the outer world is nothing but the inner world in a state of mystery.
-we may break a piece of magnetized steel as often as we like, we shall never be able to separate the positive from the negative pole; each fragment will always have both.
-Inspiration is the spontaneous movement from the lesser to the greater, from the lower to the higher. It contains no elements of force or violence.
'Creative meditation and Multi-dimensional consciousness'
-We are blind to reality because we have become so accustomed to our surroundings and to ourselves. Once we break the fetters of habit by the power of a paradoxical situation, or by a flash of intuition, everything beomes a revelation and everyday life turns into a wonder.
-The meaning of life – like the meaning of a journey – lies not in the arrival at a certain place but in the progress toward it; in the movement itself and in the gradual unfoldment of events, conditions, and experiences.
-To know everything is eaual to knowing nothing.
-‘sea slips into the shining drop’ : the drop is qualitatively not different from the sea. All the oceans that cover the earth, as seen from the distance of the sun, are not more than a drop in the immensity of space; and a drop, as seen from the standpoint of a microorganism contained in it, is as vast as an ocean.
-Instead of contemplating a past that we cannot change, and upon which we cannot have the slightest influence, meditation serves to sow the seeds of final liberation and to build now bodies of future perfection in the image of our highest ideals.
-Novalis once said that the outer world is nothing but the inner world in a state of mystery.
-we may break a piece of magnetized steel as often as we like, we shall never be able to separate the positive from the negative pole; each fragment will always have both.
-Inspiration is the spontaneous movement from the lesser to the greater, from the lower to the higher. It contains no elements of force or violence.
Just another day
Fuckin, Shit and Cono!
Shits hit the fan,
Another re-run of 99’,
To test this skinny man,
Blues ain’t no joke,
Bills ain’t no better,
Wishin I was high,
To fly over this stormy weather,
But my feets is on the ground,
Hopin things’ll get better,
Keepin my head up!
Ridin my moto… in full leathers…
05/10/06
Shits hit the fan,
Another re-run of 99’,
To test this skinny man,
Blues ain’t no joke,
Bills ain’t no better,
Wishin I was high,
To fly over this stormy weather,
But my feets is on the ground,
Hopin things’ll get better,
Keepin my head up!
Ridin my moto… in full leathers…
05/10/06
Many
Many have spoken ,
Many haven’t been heard,
Many have shown,
Many saw a blur,
Some see the light,
While others view dark,
Some are ready to sacrifice,
Many, nothing at all,
I’ve seen’em insane,
N some with no brain,
I held new life,
N I’ve mourned the dead,
I had real,
But it was a fake,
The chance I took for love,
Was it a mistake?
09/28/09 @ 8.23pm
Many haven’t been heard,
Many have shown,
Many saw a blur,
Some see the light,
While others view dark,
Some are ready to sacrifice,
Many, nothing at all,
I’ve seen’em insane,
N some with no brain,
I held new life,
N I’ve mourned the dead,
I had real,
But it was a fake,
The chance I took for love,
Was it a mistake?
09/28/09 @ 8.23pm
Broken Hearted Bluez (song)
I once had a woman,
Fine as she could be,
Told me that she loved me,
Yeah…you’ve heard the story,
She feed me all this bull,
Told me this and that,
Talked about forever,
Every time we chit chat,
Then the picture became clear,
And she proved it was all a lie,
Talkin bout loven me,
Till the day she died,
Shes still alive,
Lovin another man,
Damm that blasted women,
Blasted women from hell,
So here I play these blues,
Completely broken hearted,
Mentally lost,
Emotionally crushed,
Blues hurt so bad,
But I’m just getting started!
-Written some time in 2000
Fine as she could be,
Told me that she loved me,
Yeah…you’ve heard the story,
She feed me all this bull,
Told me this and that,
Talked about forever,
Every time we chit chat,
Then the picture became clear,
And she proved it was all a lie,
Talkin bout loven me,
Till the day she died,
Shes still alive,
Lovin another man,
Damm that blasted women,
Blasted women from hell,
So here I play these blues,
Completely broken hearted,
Mentally lost,
Emotionally crushed,
Blues hurt so bad,
But I’m just getting started!
-Written some time in 2000
Puddle
The puddle of tears,
Which came from my heart,
Could flood this earth,
I kid you not,
I’m nothing special,
And have feelings like all,
I hurt when caused pain,
But I hide it from all,
I begin to stutter,
And my hands shake,
Overwhelmed by emotions,
Every time my heart aches
09/27/09 @ 1.36pm
Which came from my heart,
Could flood this earth,
I kid you not,
I’m nothing special,
And have feelings like all,
I hurt when caused pain,
But I hide it from all,
I begin to stutter,
And my hands shake,
Overwhelmed by emotions,
Every time my heart aches
09/27/09 @ 1.36pm
Open
The flood gates have opened,
My mind is set free
To show you who I really am
Sets my mind at ease,
Think what you will,
As this is just me,
the me I’m no longer
afraid to be...
09/27/09 @ 1.17pm
My mind is set free
To show you who I really am
Sets my mind at ease,
Think what you will,
As this is just me,
the me I’m no longer
afraid to be...
09/27/09 @ 1.17pm
Friday, October 2, 2009
The 'G' Spot
Many have searched,
for this holy grail,
this spot on a woman,
a spot which never fails,
the look on her face,
as you simulate the spot,
if you ask her to stop,
she will yell ‘NO!’
the feelings rush up her spine,
as it tingles all over,
she pants and moans,
as her eyes roll over,
her hips move around,
and her back arches with joy,
I can feel her insides tighen,
All because of this Chilean boy,
Keeping in rythum,
She lends a helping hand,
Which puts her over the edge,
She feels it cumming…damm,
I beg her not to hold back,
To let it all out,
She struggles to catch her breathe,
As she screams out,
‘oh god, oh god’
Is all I hear,
As the feeling overwhelms her,
And the end is now here,
I slow down the pace,
And look at her face,
She dazed and confused,
As I savor her taste,
Her heartbeat slows,
And I kiss her soft and sweet,
Happy I could please her,
With this orgasmic G-spot treat
09/26/09 @ 11.59am
for this holy grail,
this spot on a woman,
a spot which never fails,
the look on her face,
as you simulate the spot,
if you ask her to stop,
she will yell ‘NO!’
the feelings rush up her spine,
as it tingles all over,
she pants and moans,
as her eyes roll over,
her hips move around,
and her back arches with joy,
I can feel her insides tighen,
All because of this Chilean boy,
Keeping in rythum,
She lends a helping hand,
Which puts her over the edge,
She feels it cumming…damm,
I beg her not to hold back,
To let it all out,
She struggles to catch her breathe,
As she screams out,
‘oh god, oh god’
Is all I hear,
As the feeling overwhelms her,
And the end is now here,
I slow down the pace,
And look at her face,
She dazed and confused,
As I savor her taste,
Her heartbeat slows,
And I kiss her soft and sweet,
Happy I could please her,
With this orgasmic G-spot treat
09/26/09 @ 11.59am
A Pet
Many winters ago,
An ex had a cat named stumpy,
He was white and affectionate,
I feel in love with this furry creature,
Over a three year span,
I grew found of his love,
Till one day he passed out,
To the vet we rushed off,
As I held him in my arms,
And felt his heartbeat slow,
I knew he was leaving us,
To a place I wasn’t to go,
As I held his lifeless body,
And saw flashbacks of his love,
Owning another pet haunted me,
Till another white cat named Kane came along,
We found him at a shelter,
He was a few days from being put down,
A carbon copy of Stumpy,
That old feeling was once again found,
The first night we had him,
He meowed non-stop,
We saved his life,
And today I miss him so much,
09/26/09 @ 2.34am
An ex had a cat named stumpy,
He was white and affectionate,
I feel in love with this furry creature,
Over a three year span,
I grew found of his love,
Till one day he passed out,
To the vet we rushed off,
As I held him in my arms,
And felt his heartbeat slow,
I knew he was leaving us,
To a place I wasn’t to go,
As I held his lifeless body,
And saw flashbacks of his love,
Owning another pet haunted me,
Till another white cat named Kane came along,
We found him at a shelter,
He was a few days from being put down,
A carbon copy of Stumpy,
That old feeling was once again found,
The first night we had him,
He meowed non-stop,
We saved his life,
And today I miss him so much,
09/26/09 @ 2.34am
Addiction
What is an addiction?
And are all addictions bad?
Does it have to be external?
Or is it all internal?
Are we addicted to a ‘thing’,
Or just the frame of mind,
Addicted to its feeling,
Searching for the origin,
Each and everything,
Some cost us our lives,
And others lose their wives,
Some will lose it all,
And some nothing at all,
Why do we become addicted,
Is it something we all share,
Or is it something that consumes us,
And we never notice or even care?
09/26/09 @ 2.21am
And are all addictions bad?
Does it have to be external?
Or is it all internal?
Are we addicted to a ‘thing’,
Or just the frame of mind,
Addicted to its feeling,
Searching for the origin,
Each and everything,
Some cost us our lives,
And others lose their wives,
Some will lose it all,
And some nothing at all,
Why do we become addicted,
Is it something we all share,
Or is it something that consumes us,
And we never notice or even care?
09/26/09 @ 2.21am
Escape
I once had an escape,
With the nickname MJ,
She was green and stinky,
And made me feel great,
It created a frame of mind,
Where I could block out hard times,
And I found myself coming back to her,
Each and every time,
It didn’t take long,
Before I went to far,
Found myself stoned and in trouble,
Living a life behind bars,
Can I blame the drugs
When it was me all along,
Trying to escape my problems,
Until I couldn’t escape at all
09/26/09 @ 2.17am
With the nickname MJ,
She was green and stinky,
And made me feel great,
It created a frame of mind,
Where I could block out hard times,
And I found myself coming back to her,
Each and every time,
It didn’t take long,
Before I went to far,
Found myself stoned and in trouble,
Living a life behind bars,
Can I blame the drugs
When it was me all along,
Trying to escape my problems,
Until I couldn’t escape at all
09/26/09 @ 2.17am
Friends
Many have come,
But a handful stuck around,
These people I call friends,
Are friends to the very end,
When I was down,
And couldn’t get lower,
A friends was there to listen,
And give their insight,
But friends are rare,
At least in my life,
A friend should not judge the real you,
But stay real and true,
Tell you when your wrong,
Praise you when your right,
Bring you a cup of tea when sick,
And watch movies with you all night,
Can look through all the bullshit,
And see the real you,
I miss my friends,
Day after day, through and through
09/26/09 @ 2.11am
But a handful stuck around,
These people I call friends,
Are friends to the very end,
When I was down,
And couldn’t get lower,
A friends was there to listen,
And give their insight,
But friends are rare,
At least in my life,
A friend should not judge the real you,
But stay real and true,
Tell you when your wrong,
Praise you when your right,
Bring you a cup of tea when sick,
And watch movies with you all night,
Can look through all the bullshit,
And see the real you,
I miss my friends,
Day after day, through and through
09/26/09 @ 2.11am
Deserving
Does anyone deserve anything?
Or is it just how things turn out?
Does a life time of right lead to happiness?
Or suffering, pain and gout,
If the wrong doer’s never change,
Do they deserve to have wrong done to them,
Or do they get by with a free pass,
While hurting everyone who thought they were friends,
Can we live a certain way,
Where we should ‘deserve’ the right,
To have our dreams fulfilled,
Every day and night,
Some ‘wrong’ never gets punished,
And live the life of dreams,
While the ‘right’s’ do what they feel they should,
and their efforts are never seen,
so what do you deserve,
if you deserve anything at all,
who chooses what you deserve,
when you give it your all?
09/26/09 @ 1.59am
Or is it just how things turn out?
Does a life time of right lead to happiness?
Or suffering, pain and gout,
If the wrong doer’s never change,
Do they deserve to have wrong done to them,
Or do they get by with a free pass,
While hurting everyone who thought they were friends,
Can we live a certain way,
Where we should ‘deserve’ the right,
To have our dreams fulfilled,
Every day and night,
Some ‘wrong’ never gets punished,
And live the life of dreams,
While the ‘right’s’ do what they feel they should,
and their efforts are never seen,
so what do you deserve,
if you deserve anything at all,
who chooses what you deserve,
when you give it your all?
09/26/09 @ 1.59am
Lost
As the days pass,
And I go here and there,
I find myself doing circles,
And getting absolutely nowhere,
Should I have made a left,
Or was it a right,
My life didn’t come with a GPS unit,
Or is it my sight,
I can see where I want to be,
And move the chess pieces as such,
But the board keeps changing,
And I lose pieces,
No one has directions,
So I parked and finished my reese’s pieces,
09/26/09 @ 1.51pm
And I go here and there,
I find myself doing circles,
And getting absolutely nowhere,
Should I have made a left,
Or was it a right,
My life didn’t come with a GPS unit,
Or is it my sight,
I can see where I want to be,
And move the chess pieces as such,
But the board keeps changing,
And I lose pieces,
No one has directions,
So I parked and finished my reese’s pieces,
09/26/09 @ 1.51pm
Effort
Why do I even bother?
Or even give things a try,
Every time I make the effort,
I get beaten down and part of me dies,
How can I carry a smile,
And my heart carry the pain,
Like a looney with no straight jacket,
Life seems more and more insane,
Do I just not get it,
Am I all alone,
With a different mind set,
These thoughts I share alone,
These efforts have made me,
Who I am today,
But these same efforts,
Continue to cause me pain…
09/26/09 @ 1.42pm
Or even give things a try,
Every time I make the effort,
I get beaten down and part of me dies,
How can I carry a smile,
And my heart carry the pain,
Like a looney with no straight jacket,
Life seems more and more insane,
Do I just not get it,
Am I all alone,
With a different mind set,
These thoughts I share alone,
These efforts have made me,
Who I am today,
But these same efforts,
Continue to cause me pain…
09/26/09 @ 1.42pm
Encounter
Its something I always dreamed of,
Something the heart always needed,
An encounter of romance,
One which would last for hours,
I couldn’t help but smile,
And feel so alive,
The setup was flawless,
The ambience…unreal,
Dressed like a goddess,
One in high heels,
Each minute that passed,
Was frozen in time,
Intoxicated by you,
And I wanted more of it in my glass,
The music was soft,
And candles lit the room,
The feeling was amazing,
Could this be all true?
As the night passed on,
And we worked up a sweat,
I enjoyed your unique taste,
Where it was moist and wet,
We gave it our all,
And both screamed out loud,
Once it was all over,
Into each other’s arms,
We did fall…
09/25/09 @ 8.52pm
Something the heart always needed,
An encounter of romance,
One which would last for hours,
I couldn’t help but smile,
And feel so alive,
The setup was flawless,
The ambience…unreal,
Dressed like a goddess,
One in high heels,
Each minute that passed,
Was frozen in time,
Intoxicated by you,
And I wanted more of it in my glass,
The music was soft,
And candles lit the room,
The feeling was amazing,
Could this be all true?
As the night passed on,
And we worked up a sweat,
I enjoyed your unique taste,
Where it was moist and wet,
We gave it our all,
And both screamed out loud,
Once it was all over,
Into each other’s arms,
We did fall…
09/25/09 @ 8.52pm
Truth
Why does the truth hurt,
Or does it hurt at all,
Do we create the pain ourselves,
To offset what is ‘true’,
The truth can be accepted,
And then we can move on,
Or we can let it linger,
And fight it with of all,
If the truth is the truth,
And is not a lie,
Why do we create a lie,
Inside of minds,
When truth itself,
Is what we shall find
09/25/09 @ 8.31pm
Or does it hurt at all,
Do we create the pain ourselves,
To offset what is ‘true’,
The truth can be accepted,
And then we can move on,
Or we can let it linger,
And fight it with of all,
If the truth is the truth,
And is not a lie,
Why do we create a lie,
Inside of minds,
When truth itself,
Is what we shall find
09/25/09 @ 8.31pm
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