"It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it." - Aristotle
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Untitled XIII
You ever hear that foreign noise in the background and can't figure out what it is? When you find out what it is you're like, "Oh! That's what that was? It sounded like (insert name of noise)". ...that's perception...so with that said, for those who don't believe in other intelligent life forms, is it plausible to say others walk among us or share a galaxy with us, and we don't know it because we don't know what they look like? Remember, when the indigenous people of the Americas saw the Spanish for the first time, they described them as floating on the sea, these people were God-like to them because they had never seen ships before. When
one's mind doesn't know what something is, it doesn't exist, its something magical, you can't even fathom the
thought. Aliens could be right in front of us and we wouldn't know because we don't know what they look like; we only have what Hollywood has drawn out for us and sketches from people who may have been abducted; that's not really solid information for one to go by. If the indigenous couldn't see ships, its possible we can't see other species or other species ships as well....until they present themselves in the near future. I could be wrong...
one's mind doesn't know what something is, it doesn't exist, its something magical, you can't even fathom the
thought. Aliens could be right in front of us and we wouldn't know because we don't know what they look like; we only have what Hollywood has drawn out for us and sketches from people who may have been abducted; that's not really solid information for one to go by. If the indigenous couldn't see ships, its possible we can't see other species or other species ships as well....until they present themselves in the near future. I could be wrong...
Monday, December 14, 2015
Untitled XII
When we meet people, we meet them in different stages in life; keep that in mind when you find yourself judging others. One should take the time to a know a person before they decide to place them in a category that person does not belong in. I've met good people in bad situations were the only choice they can make is the best worse decision, a decision even in the bad, they were still looking for the good. I've met bad people in good situations. One has to ask, Are there really bad people? Do we take time to observe a situation? Do we take in the moment? The people I've met who are "bad" in a good situation abuse their position because of constantly losing. When do we take the time to understand? Why do we feel a need to single people out, demonize, or make one feel like a villain? We all have a past, we have experienced pain to some degree so how is it we easily forget? We don't forget, the tide changes and we roll with it. It takes three weeks for our
brains to set up pathways and get use to a routine, all it takes is a shift in vision and change, you give an angry person that power and you have three weeks of hell; watch who you give your power to.
"Are there really bad people?" is something I keep asking because all 7 billion of us have this thing called ego. If someone is forcing their ways or views on you, a country, world, one has as tendency to take defense; you may not share the same vision, however, have you ever thought about playing, toying with the ideal? Why ignore what the next person has to say? we all have opinions and want to be heard, all of us could be heard but not all of us have sure fire resolutions, just small solutions that add to the bigger picture. What if Villains are something we've created to make us unite? Its human to blame someone, it makes us come together, have a common thought, commonality; yet I don't think we understand, we are all connected. What I'm saying could be far fetched and I'm not saying that to make you agree, I'm saying that because I realize what I'm saying and I'm still questioning myself, still learning. What's your opinion?
brains to set up pathways and get use to a routine, all it takes is a shift in vision and change, you give an angry person that power and you have three weeks of hell; watch who you give your power to.
"Are there really bad people?" is something I keep asking because all 7 billion of us have this thing called ego. If someone is forcing their ways or views on you, a country, world, one has as tendency to take defense; you may not share the same vision, however, have you ever thought about playing, toying with the ideal? Why ignore what the next person has to say? we all have opinions and want to be heard, all of us could be heard but not all of us have sure fire resolutions, just small solutions that add to the bigger picture. What if Villains are something we've created to make us unite? Its human to blame someone, it makes us come together, have a common thought, commonality; yet I don't think we understand, we are all connected. What I'm saying could be far fetched and I'm not saying that to make you agree, I'm saying that because I realize what I'm saying and I'm still questioning myself, still learning. What's your opinion?
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Prostitutes. Offending. Romantic. Nights.
He watched
she watched
when we were young
trying to see between
the black and white
lines, possibly see
a boob or some
kind of thrusting action,
our eyes wide open
focused on the screen
like a hawk zeroing in
on a prey using the
imagination to masturbate...
Men use visual images
Women use mental stimulant images,
Women want to control men's
sexuality while reading sexual
fantasies, Men try to dominate
women, facial fetish and cutting
off the air supply through
deep throating or choking, for some
its fantasy for others its provoking,
but its poking at killer instincts
promoting violent thinking is
it healthy that men are beating....off
to such grotesque sexual meetings, is
the imagination fleeting? Is the reward
center depleting? For sure porn is
deleting romantic fantasies women
read, but lusty vampires that make
you bleed or sadistic men that
make you beg and plead is
romantic if its slow, if its
caressing her every need,
quenching her dying thirst
by carefully spanking her
on her knees, that's ok
to read, okay for you to
imagine because imagination
is simply manifesting something
that you believe...aw shit he's
on some sex shit...NO.
We seem to want NO
hands in mans land,
well we want hands
if the hands are double
fisting, giving your
parts a light Indian
burn while she's
slurpping and sipping,
mouthing on the tip and
drooling on every inch,
shoving it down without even
a flinch....its nice
to have but I like
to laugh, I like to look
at you and not think
you think this is all I
want, I do have a
high sex drive but
I prefer a long
drive, getting out
the house,
I'm active and love
what life has to give,
I love romantic moments...
I'm speaking for men, I'm
speaking for those of us who
don't have a voice but feel a
feminine energy within....At first
we wanted what was on our t.v. screen or
computer projected, we realized we could
get our nut off without being rejected, but
at some point you realized that's only
an image, before you began to ask
who are these women? Just a face
and no mind, for those who
say we don't have souls, try getting fucked a few times
and see if you feel sublime when the person
doesn't even realize you're more than a good time...
We all like the tease, we
all love the rush, without
touch our skin wouldn't
activate the endorphin's that
we love, so they've created
an industry to simulate that
feeling when you're lonely, when
all you need is to hold
someone closely, rub them on
their back to make them feel
relax, soft music playing, to
calm them down, soothe
the beast in their soul, retard
the growl in their throat, direct
the passion inside, direct it out
of their boat, that's lust
in the heart, not love on the
mind, that's busting a
nut with no hands
on the grind, We
are missing the moments,
offending the nights,
missing the moon light
while holding hands
next to candle light, miss
being silly and laughing at stupid
shit, we're replacing it with fucking
instead of being intimate....
Prostitutes. Offending. Romantic. Nights.
she watched
when we were young
trying to see between
the black and white
lines, possibly see
a boob or some
kind of thrusting action,
our eyes wide open
focused on the screen
like a hawk zeroing in
on a prey using the
imagination to masturbate...
Men use visual images
Women use mental stimulant images,
Women want to control men's
sexuality while reading sexual
fantasies, Men try to dominate
women, facial fetish and cutting
off the air supply through
deep throating or choking, for some
its fantasy for others its provoking,
but its poking at killer instincts
promoting violent thinking is
it healthy that men are beating....off
to such grotesque sexual meetings, is
the imagination fleeting? Is the reward
center depleting? For sure porn is
deleting romantic fantasies women
read, but lusty vampires that make
you bleed or sadistic men that
make you beg and plead is
romantic if its slow, if its
caressing her every need,
quenching her dying thirst
by carefully spanking her
on her knees, that's ok
to read, okay for you to
imagine because imagination
is simply manifesting something
that you believe...aw shit he's
on some sex shit...NO.
We seem to want NO
hands in mans land,
well we want hands
if the hands are double
fisting, giving your
parts a light Indian
burn while she's
slurpping and sipping,
mouthing on the tip and
drooling on every inch,
shoving it down without even
a flinch....its nice
to have but I like
to laugh, I like to look
at you and not think
you think this is all I
want, I do have a
high sex drive but
I prefer a long
drive, getting out
the house,
I'm active and love
what life has to give,
I love romantic moments...
I'm speaking for men, I'm
speaking for those of us who
don't have a voice but feel a
feminine energy within....At first
we wanted what was on our t.v. screen or
computer projected, we realized we could
get our nut off without being rejected, but
at some point you realized that's only
an image, before you began to ask
who are these women? Just a face
and no mind, for those who
say we don't have souls, try getting fucked a few times
and see if you feel sublime when the person
doesn't even realize you're more than a good time...
We all like the tease, we
all love the rush, without
touch our skin wouldn't
activate the endorphin's that
we love, so they've created
an industry to simulate that
feeling when you're lonely, when
all you need is to hold
someone closely, rub them on
their back to make them feel
relax, soft music playing, to
calm them down, soothe
the beast in their soul, retard
the growl in their throat, direct
the passion inside, direct it out
of their boat, that's lust
in the heart, not love on the
mind, that's busting a
nut with no hands
on the grind, We
are missing the moments,
offending the nights,
missing the moon light
while holding hands
next to candle light, miss
being silly and laughing at stupid
shit, we're replacing it with fucking
instead of being intimate....
Prostitutes. Offending. Romantic. Nights.
Seeing the Future
Predicting the future: some say its impossible, others think its a way to scam people out of their money, and others believe in the super natural. There are tons of theories out there about time; different concepts and beliefs. Albert Einstein stated that there is no separation in time, it all runs together. "Since there exist in this four dimensional structure [space time] no longer any sections which represent "now" objectively, the concepts of happening and becoming are indeed not completely suspended, but yet complicated. It appears therefore natural to think of physical reality as a four dimensional existence, instead of, as hitherto, the evolution of a three dimensional existence." -Albert Einstein.
Could the words of Einstein be right? It's 50/50. If he's right, then are psychics really good at guessing? If so, are you just paying someone to tell you who you presently are? When we visit psychics, a lot of times they ask us questions and from the answers we give, they're able to predict our future. Even worse, they might ask you a question, when you answer, they may give you a fake prediction.A fake prediction? Yes, a fake prediction. For example, they may be really wise about love and have heard many stories; usually for the normal person, the outcome for most average situations usually take the same road. Basically you're giving someone the power to plant a seed in your head because you believe what they're saying. If you were thinking positive but on the fence with negative thinking, but you get negative news that could be a possible scenario, guess what, the negative situation will manifest; you allowed that to happen.
Based off of Einsteins theory about time not having any gaps, one can conclude that psychics are really good at voice pattern, body language, tone, rhythm, basically good at how the mind works; however, don't count out the super natural because whose to say Einstein is right. If time is separate, this means there's a possible chance that palm readers or psychics are channeling a spirit, angel, ghost, etc. The future isn't fixed. The future is constantly changing because of decisions we currently make. For example, if one smokes cigarettes, there's a high risk they could die at an early age, however the smoking alone may not cause the early death, diet plays a role as well. A poor diet, no physical activity, high amounts of stress and smoking can lead to an early death; change one of those things, all of a sudden you've adjusted your future. The path changes. Smoking changes your DNA. When you quit, it changes it again. Changing your diet changes your DNA. The change in your body, your thinking, your energy, your aura/vibration changes and attracts different people or situations by adjusting your DNA.
The future is different. You may have attracted those same people or situations but the outcome would have been different. Our angels give us message through dream or sometimes through vision, numbers, or people. Of course there's science behind dreams but our intuitions, what is that? A gut device still left over from the days we were still in trees? Are we listening hard enough? I'm on the fence about this topic. I wonder if psychic ability is a sign of IQ and memory increasing. IQ isn't about how much you know, it's about how fast you can process the information. If I look around my environment and remember where everything is placed at, while at the same time recalling information about (insert noun of your choice) there's a possible chance I might be able to predict the movement of everything in that area. I don't know if the human mind is developing in that direction but we live in the age of technology, a time we can absorb information, games that help with the memory, a push for better diets, a society not so taboo about drug usage and starting to see. There's a shift in vision. In a nut shell, we can all see the future by looking at our current selves, if looking at it from an Einstein point sort of; however if not, we know that our energy attracts what we want into our lives. Energy, vibration attracts spirits bad or good and these spirits can guide us, tells us what's up the road. When looking at it from either point of view, we have the say so, the freedom to do what we want. What's your opinion?
Friday, December 4, 2015
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Untitled XI
I feel winded when I think about death only because there's always that
doubt. There's so much we don't know. Atheist are sure in their beliefs
and religions are sure in their beliefs but only a fool can be sure a
wise man once told me. Its usually the extremist who can be quite
foolish...aye that might be harsh. My point: Death I feel is the one
thing in life (ironic) we don't feel in first person, we usually
experience it and go through the motions; that in itself, in some sense
can be experiencing death. The being that passes away, do they miss you?
Are the feelings the same on the other side? Do they cry or are they
presented with so much joy that this life becomes an after thought? I picture death like waking up in the morning and the dreams you
can't remember, that's your past life, and waking up is the birth of a
new day. (life)
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Untitled X
I hate when I think too hard on a simple situation. I've realized I'm
going to make mistakes and its better to make the mistakes with a free
flowing mind verses being to aware of a situation and fucking up; (which
come to think of it, being to aware is a mistake) LOL mistakes aren't
embarrassing, they're bundles of knowledge used in the wrong scenario.
=) With that said, something was born in a mistake, more choices, maybe
the right direction, possibly a different pathway in the brain. Think
about it like this, we say God is perfect and when looking at some
animals or people, we can see that's a far cry; however is it? Take the
blob fish for example. It has a humanish face, with the body of a fish
like someone took the human head and merged it with a fish. Strange as
shit, for sure a "mistake" or possibly perfection. There's knowledge in
our mistakes because it's something we created, birthed, gave air to,
our own little big bang sort of....
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Vegetarian-ish
I don't want to
eat meat but
our bodies
were designed
to eat meat so
we can get vitamin b,
protein to help rebuild
our muscles and replinish
our brains, we eat meat
because we needed a balance
diet when we were out on the
plains. There's plenty of other
foods that contain protein, but
nothing like sinking your teeth
into the flesh, nothing like smoked
steak or corn beef that's tender and
falls apart when lightly touched by a fork,
nothing like a roast pork drowned in gravy,
but the thought that animals feel when we kill,
makes eating meat wrong? What makes us
strong can make us cry, knowing a cow
feels fear makes me shed that tear
knowing that fear is in my body only
means its recycled, so I should pray
for my prey and hope the soul is at
rest, pray that it died to keep me alive,
understand that the kill was strictly for
food and hope the soul knows,
you were not killed
for sport, you were killed
so life can continue,
you were not killed
because you did
wrong, even if you
did wrong, there's
plenty of people who walk
this earth and eat your flesh,
even if you did wrong you
don't deserve to die because
we all have made mistakes,
and we would all miss stake
if you did not reproduce...
So what am I to do?
People would
label me as a
hippy for caring,
people would say'
"its an animal, its
dumb, it doesn't
know" so something
with low intelligence
deserves to go?? If
that's the case, there's
people we should pick
off, but lets keep that
on the low....
I'm not forcing a
vegetarian or vegan
life, just understand
that animals do feel
like us, but not
sure if they understand
there's an end or maybe
they do but something isn't
right slaughtering them
until they end...I don't know...
hot links and ribs
taste good, blessing the
food feels like a
contradiction,
contradicting what I said
a few lines up...you wouldn't
eat your cat, dog, bunny, lizard,
or whatever pet you own, you
might eat a bear, I'm sure somewhere
someone eats elephant...maybe we are
here to push the species, which in turn
would push us to evolve..I don't know,
don't extinct a species, poachers.
eat meat but
our bodies
were designed
to eat meat so
we can get vitamin b,
protein to help rebuild
our muscles and replinish
our brains, we eat meat
because we needed a balance
diet when we were out on the
plains. There's plenty of other
foods that contain protein, but
nothing like sinking your teeth
into the flesh, nothing like smoked
steak or corn beef that's tender and
falls apart when lightly touched by a fork,
nothing like a roast pork drowned in gravy,
but the thought that animals feel when we kill,
makes eating meat wrong? What makes us
strong can make us cry, knowing a cow
feels fear makes me shed that tear
knowing that fear is in my body only
means its recycled, so I should pray
for my prey and hope the soul is at
rest, pray that it died to keep me alive,
understand that the kill was strictly for
food and hope the soul knows,
you were not killed
for sport, you were killed
so life can continue,
you were not killed
because you did
wrong, even if you
did wrong, there's
plenty of people who walk
this earth and eat your flesh,
even if you did wrong you
don't deserve to die because
we all have made mistakes,
and we would all miss stake
if you did not reproduce...
So what am I to do?
People would
label me as a
hippy for caring,
people would say'
"its an animal, its
dumb, it doesn't
know" so something
with low intelligence
deserves to go?? If
that's the case, there's
people we should pick
off, but lets keep that
on the low....
I'm not forcing a
vegetarian or vegan
life, just understand
that animals do feel
like us, but not
sure if they understand
there's an end or maybe
they do but something isn't
right slaughtering them
until they end...I don't know...
hot links and ribs
taste good, blessing the
food feels like a
contradiction,
contradicting what I said
a few lines up...you wouldn't
eat your cat, dog, bunny, lizard,
or whatever pet you own, you
might eat a bear, I'm sure somewhere
someone eats elephant...maybe we are
here to push the species, which in turn
would push us to evolve..I don't know,
don't extinct a species, poachers.
Monday, November 23, 2015
Delusional
For a year I
lived with this
delusion that
something brewed
between us and the
love I felt for you, I
thought it was reciprocal
until I realized love isn't
difficult...What I saw
was someone easy
to get along with, easy
to be myself with and
my heart leaped ignoring
my surroundings, ignoring
signs, putting too much
into something that wasn't
there blue...I've always
learned to trust my sixth
sense but the future is
never sure because minds
switch...Delusional I tell ya!
Ha! Everything except for
how I felt was forced, I was
in love with a thought, infatuated
with romancing you, I was in
love with a dream, passionate
about dancing with you, I was
in love with your eyes, encourgae
by the thoughts passing through
you...but I was delusional...this
isn't an apology because
I tried that and it was rejected...
For once when
my mind wasn't
clouded with lust,
a relationship I
knew I couldn't
rush, the woman
thinks I'm full of
shit but I guess
karma hit, I guess
karma bit, smakced
me in the face and
reminded me about the
time I split a couple
up, so she,brought cheating
to my engagement
4 times over, probably
more, when I tried
to hop back on my
feet, she slammed that
to the floor, but I
tried to split you
and him like a
deck of cards,
rolled the dice twice
and realize 6
was hard, 8
seemed easy
but she turned
her back, 9
you were breezy
you had my back...
I thought...delusional.
Karma is here...teaching
me a lesson...everyone
laughs at me with
their fingers pointing
back in their direction,
I can say the truth
and you still think
its deception, but the
news can lie
to you and that's
considered to
be perception....
Fuck it, I'll
be the black sheep,
something you can kick
something you can talk shit
about, so you can feel good
when life decides to kick you
out, the dark angel here, wings
flap to keep the demons south
but you're the dark angel trying
to kick the demon out, can't
even tell we're the same, fighting
each other so whose the demon now?
Got our brains tricked, pathways twisted
our ears become our mouth, meaning
you heard what I said so my eyes scream
it out, but I loved you too much so I'll take
the bullet so I can bleed it out, the poison
that's consumed my brain to make me
think that I had a chance with you, I
can see it now...the torture, inflicted
keep the thorn in don't fucking pull
it out, let me rewind back to
Neglected, time travel,
Dean don't do it...it's
only a road of pain,
people who don't care
, people who are better
at this game, a woman who doesn't
love you, and another who smiles
in your face but talks behind your
back, conflicted by her issues
but I pray because she's
better then that....
lived with this
delusion that
something brewed
between us and the
love I felt for you, I
thought it was reciprocal
until I realized love isn't
difficult...What I saw
was someone easy
to get along with, easy
to be myself with and
my heart leaped ignoring
my surroundings, ignoring
signs, putting too much
into something that wasn't
there blue...I've always
learned to trust my sixth
sense but the future is
never sure because minds
switch...Delusional I tell ya!
Ha! Everything except for
how I felt was forced, I was
in love with a thought, infatuated
with romancing you, I was in
love with a dream, passionate
about dancing with you, I was
in love with your eyes, encourgae
by the thoughts passing through
you...but I was delusional...this
isn't an apology because
I tried that and it was rejected...
For once when
my mind wasn't
clouded with lust,
a relationship I
knew I couldn't
rush, the woman
thinks I'm full of
shit but I guess
karma hit, I guess
karma bit, smakced
me in the face and
reminded me about the
time I split a couple
up, so she,brought cheating
to my engagement
4 times over, probably
more, when I tried
to hop back on my
feet, she slammed that
to the floor, but I
tried to split you
and him like a
deck of cards,
rolled the dice twice
and realize 6
was hard, 8
seemed easy
but she turned
her back, 9
you were breezy
you had my back...
I thought...delusional.
Karma is here...teaching
me a lesson...everyone
laughs at me with
their fingers pointing
back in their direction,
I can say the truth
and you still think
its deception, but the
news can lie
to you and that's
considered to
be perception....
Fuck it, I'll
be the black sheep,
something you can kick
something you can talk shit
about, so you can feel good
when life decides to kick you
out, the dark angel here, wings
flap to keep the demons south
but you're the dark angel trying
to kick the demon out, can't
even tell we're the same, fighting
each other so whose the demon now?
Got our brains tricked, pathways twisted
our ears become our mouth, meaning
you heard what I said so my eyes scream
it out, but I loved you too much so I'll take
the bullet so I can bleed it out, the poison
that's consumed my brain to make me
think that I had a chance with you, I
can see it now...the torture, inflicted
keep the thorn in don't fucking pull
it out, let me rewind back to
Neglected, time travel,
Dean don't do it...it's
only a road of pain,
people who don't care
, people who are better
at this game, a woman who doesn't
love you, and another who smiles
in your face but talks behind your
back, conflicted by her issues
but I pray because she's
better then that....
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Eye contact
I love talking
to you, because
you're speaking to
me, you're
communicating, realating,
searching, as am I, looking
for the spark that lights up
your brain, light it up like
a night train...I love talking
to you, your hand movements
and gestures, watching you
is a pleasure because your
company is a treasure,
feel each other out and
see how far we can go:
measure, the eyes can
go deep, a longer distance,
intertwine with the souls and
really listen, console your
inner cries and kiss your
empty feelings so I can
release what your heart is
concealing...
to you, because
you're speaking to
me, you're
communicating, realating,
searching, as am I, looking
for the spark that lights up
your brain, light it up like
a night train...I love talking
to you, your hand movements
and gestures, watching you
is a pleasure because your
company is a treasure,
feel each other out and
see how far we can go:
measure, the eyes can
go deep, a longer distance,
intertwine with the souls and
really listen, console your
inner cries and kiss your
empty feelings so I can
release what your heart is
concealing...
Monday, November 16, 2015
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Heavy breathing
Panting...take
it in deep, now
exhale, take
it deep now
feel them swell,
I can feel it get
tighter the longer
I hold it in, my
head getting
lighter, wanting to
bust because
oxygen is a must
so I release and
feel the rush as
air enters my body
feeding my cells,
my heart beating
faster, my
blood rushing, my
head throbbing, the
binaural beats
bang on my ear
drums making
my ear come...
close to def...
it in deep, now
exhale, take
it deep now
feel them swell,
I can feel it get
tighter the longer
I hold it in, my
head getting
lighter, wanting to
bust because
oxygen is a must
so I release and
feel the rush as
air enters my body
feeding my cells,
my heart beating
faster, my
blood rushing, my
head throbbing, the
binaural beats
bang on my ear
drums making
my ear come...
close to def...
Friday, November 13, 2015
Body Language
A body can
speak to you
before the lips
part, a body can
forum words
before the
voice sounds,
a body can insinuate
what the words exaggerate,
finding a middle ground to
pierce a subject to
penetrate, the movements
can intimidate, show
flatter and imitate,
allowing my body to retaliate
to your movements
I adore, I appreciate...
A body can
speak to you
before the
lips part, a
light rub can
be gentle and
sweet, arousing
mental release,
arousing relaxation
and sleep...body
language isn't
intricate, its intimate,
its subtle, calming, the
heat released between
the two can be enduring
or a bombing of
emotions, an explosion
of rushed intense
feelings emend, so
I can remove
your clothes to
see the truth
within, you
remove my clothes
to see the blues
within, we both
look in, only
to find myself
kissing the
soul with in, taking
away your damage,
the parts that
sinned, would change
your body language
to a woman of zen...
speak to you
before the lips
part, a body can
forum words
before the
voice sounds,
a body can insinuate
what the words exaggerate,
finding a middle ground to
pierce a subject to
penetrate, the movements
can intimidate, show
flatter and imitate,
allowing my body to retaliate
to your movements
I adore, I appreciate...
A body can
speak to you
before the
lips part, a
light rub can
be gentle and
sweet, arousing
mental release,
arousing relaxation
and sleep...body
language isn't
intricate, its intimate,
its subtle, calming, the
heat released between
the two can be enduring
or a bombing of
emotions, an explosion
of rushed intense
feelings emend, so
I can remove
your clothes to
see the truth
within, you
remove my clothes
to see the blues
within, we both
look in, only
to find myself
kissing the
soul with in, taking
away your damage,
the parts that
sinned, would change
your body language
to a woman of zen...
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Untitled IX
My eyes
heavy but the
lids won't shut,
my mind busy
because my brain
wants to fuck, I
really don't want sex,
I think I just...I think
I just want to go to
sleep and my brain
knows a good pounding,
a tussle in the bed would
release melatonin, have me
stretching and yawning....
I think its funny, I can be
sleepy at work but
wide awake in my
bed...someone once
told me just turn the
lights out and stare at
the ceiling until
you fall asleep, it
makes sense...I
haven't tried it,
well I did one time,
it worked, maybe
I should try it
again, or maybe
I should down
this bottle of gin!
I don't have a bottle
of gin, it just rhymed...
heavy but the
lids won't shut,
my mind busy
because my brain
wants to fuck, I
really don't want sex,
I think I just...I think
I just want to go to
sleep and my brain
knows a good pounding,
a tussle in the bed would
release melatonin, have me
stretching and yawning....
I think its funny, I can be
sleepy at work but
wide awake in my
bed...someone once
told me just turn the
lights out and stare at
the ceiling until
you fall asleep, it
makes sense...I
haven't tried it,
well I did one time,
it worked, maybe
I should try it
again, or maybe
I should down
this bottle of gin!
I don't have a bottle
of gin, it just rhymed...
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
My Youth
In DTLA around 6:45 p.m. inside of a dark bar, candles lit, lights low when she came up and said...
"My Youth was
better than yours"
said the young
woman."Was" I said?
"Yes" she said. So
you're not young
any more? Your not
filled with vigor,
willing to damage your
liver...your youth is
past tense? She
replied "No" So
why the use for was?
(Sticks her tongue out)
"You know what I mean."
No I don't. I'm grown,
I'm 31, I've made
mistakes and when I
do something again, I
repeat them knowing,
you on the other hand,
make mistakes because
you're still growing,
you at the age of 20
something "don't give two shits"
me at 31, I really don't give
a shit, but I'm still
young enough to act
stupid but know
when to quit. My
youth is filled with
different scenes,
drunk off wine in art
galleries, trying to
decipher if this
abstract art speaks
to me, pass the
joint, change my vision
now I see the
image...I go to
clubs sometimes,
I hit bars, I still
party probably harder
then you...31 is old?
Fuck no, I
feel better now then I
did when I was 25,
I'm much smoother,
well kind of, I still
fuck up, but I'm
human so that can
happen... shots,shots
drunk on La Cienega.
puke at the pinks with
the strangers I met just
a minute ago...I still
have my friends but
realize THIS WORLD IS
BIG...so is my penis...
I didn't really
mean it....I've been
drinking...the fuck was
I talking bout? Youth.
Your youth is ugly...
(Sticks tongue out) =)
"My Youth was
better than yours"
said the young
woman."Was" I said?
"Yes" she said. So
you're not young
any more? Your not
filled with vigor,
willing to damage your
liver...your youth is
past tense? She
replied "No" So
why the use for was?
(Sticks her tongue out)
"You know what I mean."
No I don't. I'm grown,
I'm 31, I've made
mistakes and when I
do something again, I
repeat them knowing,
you on the other hand,
make mistakes because
you're still growing,
you at the age of 20
something "don't give two shits"
me at 31, I really don't give
a shit, but I'm still
young enough to act
stupid but know
when to quit. My
youth is filled with
different scenes,
drunk off wine in art
galleries, trying to
decipher if this
abstract art speaks
to me, pass the
joint, change my vision
now I see the
image...I go to
clubs sometimes,
I hit bars, I still
party probably harder
then you...31 is old?
Fuck no, I
feel better now then I
did when I was 25,
I'm much smoother,
well kind of, I still
fuck up, but I'm
human so that can
happen... shots,shots
drunk on La Cienega.
puke at the pinks with
the strangers I met just
a minute ago...I still
have my friends but
realize THIS WORLD IS
BIG...so is my penis...
I didn't really
mean it....I've been
drinking...the fuck was
I talking bout? Youth.
Your youth is ugly...
(Sticks tongue out) =)
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Tock
You tick just like
me but you tock
like them, your
number switches
every second, than
it switches every
minute, than you
do a complete change
remaining the same while
the smallest inner parts
of you change, than as
a whole you become new,
my lovely blue...your face
never changes but your hands
do, you seem to be every where
even when I neglect you. If I could
hold your hands I could turn back
your ticking, if you could hold my
hands you could stop our
current moment from existing.
me but you tock
like them, your
number switches
every second, than
it switches every
minute, than you
do a complete change
remaining the same while
the smallest inner parts
of you change, than as
a whole you become new,
my lovely blue...your face
never changes but your hands
do, you seem to be every where
even when I neglect you. If I could
hold your hands I could turn back
your ticking, if you could hold my
hands you could stop our
current moment from existing.
Untitled VIII
If one tells a lie there a bitch; if one tells the truth, one is harsh,
yet everyone says they'd rather hear the truth..some of y'all mutha
fuckas is lying....he he..
Monday, November 9, 2015
Untitled VII
I'm not afraid of homeless people or crazy people, that's already established, that's present, it's known, they need help...I'm afraid of the fault lines that haven't shook...those mother fuckers, we're the crazy ones.
Untitled VI
You know how it
feels to love you
and not get it
in return, it
feels like us
wanting rain while
watching the mountains burn....
feels to love you
and not get it
in return, it
feels like us
wanting rain while
watching the mountains burn....
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Bye Monie
15 years you
spent being
happy and loving
looking for food,
and head rubbings,
at the door when I
was shit faced from
a night of clubbing,
leading me up the
stairs because even
in my drunk mind
you knew I wouldn't
step on your tail. When
I was happy you flourished,
when I was sad you
stayed next to me and purred,
when angry your big round
eyes looked at me as if
I were crazed because that's
not the way I behave...now
I have to carry you to your
grave. 15 years you spent
being happy and loving,
always looking for head
rubbings, in front
of the Christmas tree
you would stand,every
year as if that was the
plan, but this year
will be different,
no Monie in front
of the tree only a picture
and a memory, but
you'll be pain free in
front of a angel, with
your kitty wings and
all the Ice cream and
chicken you can
steal, all the
head rubs you
can get, a large
bed and a litter
box that's clean
as soon as you finish...
maybe you won't be
a cat in the cosmos, you'll
be something else...either
way RIP, love you and
I miss you. bye Monie
written on 11/5/14
spent being
happy and loving
looking for food,
and head rubbings,
at the door when I
was shit faced from
a night of clubbing,
leading me up the
stairs because even
in my drunk mind
you knew I wouldn't
step on your tail. When
I was happy you flourished,
when I was sad you
stayed next to me and purred,
when angry your big round
eyes looked at me as if
I were crazed because that's
not the way I behave...now
I have to carry you to your
grave. 15 years you spent
being happy and loving,
always looking for head
rubbings, in front
of the Christmas tree
you would stand,every
year as if that was the
plan, but this year
will be different,
no Monie in front
of the tree only a picture
and a memory, but
you'll be pain free in
front of a angel, with
your kitty wings and
all the Ice cream and
chicken you can
steal, all the
head rubs you
can get, a large
bed and a litter
box that's clean
as soon as you finish...
maybe you won't be
a cat in the cosmos, you'll
be something else...either
way RIP, love you and
I miss you. bye Monie
written on 11/5/14
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Hell
.soul the torment to meant is hell ,eternity for burn you place a isn't hell of meaning real The
you burying then casket a in you putting someone imagine ,image that understand to order In
instead so ,free be to suppose is soul the ,die we When .level new a to it Take .alive
is soul the ,work doesn't body the though Even .body the in trapped is soul the and dies body the
to back you brings it ,it to use gets one when ;alive its ,free its that thoughts with tormented
has body the after even on goes This .body dead a of inside trapped is soul ones that ,reality
over be it wanting lives their of moments worse the into submerged then is One .decayed
and past your of yourself forgiving is escaping of way only The .over is it realize don't but
beautiful up bring ,you trick to like demons but free are you ,trapped not are you realizing
moments in your life, then take them away. We are all beautiful souls and we make mistakes, but don't
get stuck on your mistakes, realize you're not perfect, be humble yet confident and joyous in situations.
Love when they hurt, laugh when you hurt, cry when you're happy, and smile when you're sad...
Written 11/15/13
you burying then casket a in you putting someone imagine ,image that understand to order In
instead so ,free be to suppose is soul the ,die we When .level new a to it Take .alive
is soul the ,work doesn't body the though Even .body the in trapped is soul the and dies body the
to back you brings it ,it to use gets one when ;alive its ,free its that thoughts with tormented
has body the after even on goes This .body dead a of inside trapped is soul ones that ,reality
over be it wanting lives their of moments worse the into submerged then is One .decayed
and past your of yourself forgiving is escaping of way only The .over is it realize don't but
beautiful up bring ,you trick to like demons but free are you ,trapped not are you realizing
moments in your life, then take them away. We are all beautiful souls and we make mistakes, but don't
get stuck on your mistakes, realize you're not perfect, be humble yet confident and joyous in situations.
Love when they hurt, laugh when you hurt, cry when you're happy, and smile when you're sad...
Written 11/15/13
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
South L.A. (1999)
Remember that night,
the evening was young
and the air was warm,
the sun setting in mid
may the party was fun...
our young teenage love
danced and laughed, we
clowned, romanced, your
touching and kissing aroused
my pants, the tugging and pulling
clouded my mind, your fingers
were touching my hands but mines,
where minds do go when lights go
low, the dancing was slow, erotic
fa'sho but too mature for being 14...
as time moved on the party it changed,
exchange for flowers that scented the
air, it change to weed that clouded,
stifled the room, the music turned
up, the blunts burned up, the
gangstas showed up, everything
went up including that little voice
that said,"get the fuck out" buuutttt
you knnnoooww........my dick was hard,
I was 14, she kept kissing me, I kept
dismissing thee, obvious fact my life
is in danger, Crip flags flying and looks
were glaring, gang signs thrown
and some bloods showed up, they
turned the lights down low and they
slowly rolled up, we all dancing
in the party you know the music
still up and then screeching of the
wheels, pop! pop!pop! pop! Shots
is fired, I'm trying to run
with a boner which slowly began to
leave.... they
turned the block, I'm on the porch
looking at the man in the wheel chair
who got shot, death is in the air it
was quiet but loud, then the bullets
sang again...I'm still standing on the porch
"DEAN GET DOWN!!!" my dad
yelled...we both made it, my mom
in the car nervous...I'm stopping
because that night is blurred...kind of..
the evening was young
and the air was warm,
the sun setting in mid
may the party was fun...
our young teenage love
danced and laughed, we
clowned, romanced, your
touching and kissing aroused
my pants, the tugging and pulling
clouded my mind, your fingers
were touching my hands but mines,
where minds do go when lights go
low, the dancing was slow, erotic
fa'sho but too mature for being 14...
as time moved on the party it changed,
exchange for flowers that scented the
air, it change to weed that clouded,
stifled the room, the music turned
up, the blunts burned up, the
gangstas showed up, everything
went up including that little voice
that said,"get the fuck out" buuutttt
you knnnoooww........my dick was hard,
I was 14, she kept kissing me, I kept
dismissing thee, obvious fact my life
is in danger, Crip flags flying and looks
were glaring, gang signs thrown
and some bloods showed up, they
turned the lights down low and they
slowly rolled up, we all dancing
in the party you know the music
still up and then screeching of the
wheels, pop! pop!pop! pop! Shots
is fired, I'm trying to run
with a boner which slowly began to
leave.... they
turned the block, I'm on the porch
looking at the man in the wheel chair
who got shot, death is in the air it
was quiet but loud, then the bullets
sang again...I'm still standing on the porch
"DEAN GET DOWN!!!" my dad
yelled...we both made it, my mom
in the car nervous...I'm stopping
because that night is blurred...kind of..
Monday, November 2, 2015
Alone
I...I use to
fear being with
myself only because
I wondered how others
would view me but once
you realize people are going
to have their opinions, you
stop caring...it can be lonely
sometimes but once you realize
all you need is one or two people
in your life, once you realize that
people together means trouble,
drama, even when you don't want
to be involved you become content....
to know people from a distance is my
stance, to know a person up close
is a dance, to know them intimately means
their in my pants, that can be taken
sexual or as in hands in my pocket,
intimate is not always sex it can be close,
warm...when I sneeze there's no one
to bless me, but bless you has become
an auto pilot response, not a sincere
thought that you're blessing a person.
when someone sneezes around me,
I bless them for what 11:11
didn't give them...Alone not as
bad, no pressure to speak, no
pressure from the fellas to talk
to a pretty girl, only odd looks
, temptation surface in the
eyes of those who want
out, curious why I'm
alone...he's a loser, he must
be a bad person, his friends suck, its
neither...I'm odd, I like to be to my
thoughts sometimes...I'm searching
for something, something in mankind,
I haven't found it but when I do, I'll
let you know...
fear being with
myself only because
I wondered how others
would view me but once
you realize people are going
to have their opinions, you
stop caring...it can be lonely
sometimes but once you realize
all you need is one or two people
in your life, once you realize that
people together means trouble,
drama, even when you don't want
to be involved you become content....
to know people from a distance is my
stance, to know a person up close
is a dance, to know them intimately means
their in my pants, that can be taken
sexual or as in hands in my pocket,
intimate is not always sex it can be close,
warm...when I sneeze there's no one
to bless me, but bless you has become
an auto pilot response, not a sincere
thought that you're blessing a person.
when someone sneezes around me,
I bless them for what 11:11
didn't give them...Alone not as
bad, no pressure to speak, no
pressure from the fellas to talk
to a pretty girl, only odd looks
, temptation surface in the
eyes of those who want
out, curious why I'm
alone...he's a loser, he must
be a bad person, his friends suck, its
neither...I'm odd, I like to be to my
thoughts sometimes...I'm searching
for something, something in mankind,
I haven't found it but when I do, I'll
let you know...
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Rose Petals on her feet
She said,"I hold the
towel around my waist
differently than when
I was younger, before
when the towel would
slip, you would loose
your grip and quickly
act so that your junk
wouldn't show...now
you get out the shower,
hands no where near the
towel, and if the towel
slips off your hip, you
calmly reach for it, almost
as if you want the towel to
drop, as if you want me to
explore your continent...
you're slightly jaded, eyes
low you look a little faded,
but that spark still lingers,
the same spark you gave
me when you would kiss
my fingers..." I replied
with...
"You've changed as
well, before you
were more eager
to see my towel drop,
now that I want you
to see, you seem more..
resistant to look, but
your lips biting and the
caressing of my aura,
holding back, curiling
your fingers, your
pinky is crunched up
other hand between
your legs, your panties
are bunched up,you
want me eat so you
can say we went to
brunch but, I want to
fuck you with your
feet in the air watch
your emotions
combust, rumbustious,
sweating and heavy
breathing I feel you getting
lose...I want you to come
touch, your use to the
tease, me stirring up
your needs, I keep
you on your toes but
you want me to pull
your hair on your knees,
bouncing up and down
like my dick is a trampoline...
I want this towel to drop so
your mouth can follow suit,
I want to feel your sticky
lip gloss...follow the candle
lit trail and let the rose
petals stick to your
feet..."
towel around my waist
differently than when
I was younger, before
when the towel would
slip, you would loose
your grip and quickly
act so that your junk
wouldn't show...now
you get out the shower,
hands no where near the
towel, and if the towel
slips off your hip, you
calmly reach for it, almost
as if you want the towel to
drop, as if you want me to
explore your continent...
you're slightly jaded, eyes
low you look a little faded,
but that spark still lingers,
the same spark you gave
me when you would kiss
my fingers..." I replied
with...
"You've changed as
well, before you
were more eager
to see my towel drop,
now that I want you
to see, you seem more..
resistant to look, but
your lips biting and the
caressing of my aura,
holding back, curiling
your fingers, your
pinky is crunched up
other hand between
your legs, your panties
are bunched up,you
want me eat so you
can say we went to
brunch but, I want to
fuck you with your
feet in the air watch
your emotions
combust, rumbustious,
sweating and heavy
breathing I feel you getting
lose...I want you to come
touch, your use to the
tease, me stirring up
your needs, I keep
you on your toes but
you want me to pull
your hair on your knees,
bouncing up and down
like my dick is a trampoline...
I want this towel to drop so
your mouth can follow suit,
I want to feel your sticky
lip gloss...follow the candle
lit trail and let the rose
petals stick to your
feet..."
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