Another again.

I told myself no.
& its another again.
Its something about this individual that makes me cut my nails short.
Gives me an Opportunity to allow my hair to be as free as it wants to be.
Makes me screw my tongue ring
Extra tight.


Here we go again.
I need to switch on my common sense button.


At lease I don't have to wear pants.

Lust Factor.

The Lust of Flesh.
A sin In which I have no control.
I'm here, Searching deep for a source of common sense,
& all I receive is a clouded visions of ecstasy,
Aching bones and hungry finger tips.
How dare you leave me with a dead kiss.
Leave me with 100 invisible scratches in sets of 10 tracing down my back.
Bite marks on my shoulders and kisses down my spine.

You should know...
While awake, I dream of caressing your soul while kissing your heart.
If only I loved you, this sin would seem less mortal.
If I loved you, I could allow our fingers to intertwine, relaxing in a shuttered gaze.
I could bring myself to whisper obvious secrets in your ear from my dungeon of affection.
You should know...
Behind shy eyes, I lustfully watch your every move in a rhythmic tone, memorizing every sway, counting every heart beat.

The Lust of Flesh
A sin I have no control over
I would let you know, only if I loved you.

Channel Tic Toc

The Jeffersons are on.
Which means its 5:30 a.m. Again.

My world is grey.
Grey is cold.
Cold is lonely.

The wind dances in army lines
Tapping pistols on my window with grins of power plastered on,
For there are no sound waves to interrupt its path.
Empty spaces.
I can hear the sounds of blood rushing through veins.
And heart beats.
Yells, from a back scratching orgasim that I'm accountable for
But nothing is real.
Nothing is a memory.
Everything is a copy.
Of a copy.


You hear that?



Me neither.

Still...
What a beautiful Ebony morning.
The sky is Pepper.
The sun is peaking over the choral mountains
Licking partials into the sea as it brushes high above our grey world.
The light black grass looks inky as the Dew sets atop.
Oh, how clever the sun is, everyday, as the Jeffersons end, the selfish moon vanishes into the black of day.
Sun rays cascade into the Pepper, so beautifully grey.



& what do you know?
My Soul mate is calling...
You beautiful insomniac, come to me.


I know its 6:00 a.m because Sponge bob is on.

Sippin Sangria.

Jesus. Sometimes a lady just needs a drAnk, to ease the frustration.
Today, i am done with you, I'm attempting to make new moves.
Better the situations at hand and those in the near future.

Vodka.
Today, i need vodka.

Rose Red Heart

After one has Blossomed from the root of its harness,
The experience of Life is ultimately determined by the kiss of the sun.
Its rhythm from the wind, its chill from when the sun is done and the moon has set in.

The beautiful Floret in which avail oneself of exposure.
You'll disappear from your world of honey bee's & spring laughter
when your beauty is drawn in by the consumer.
Accept the Ripped roots of your soul when you are loved by another,
Given and Received by a Lover and one who is loved.
Ignore your falling dreams of dust and days, for your present world will be raised by the dew of eternity.

Gaining awareness of the dispel and except the roots of its weary.
You Execute the root when it has grown rotten,
only to rebirth a heart that has turned sour.

Introducing the Three Ninja's

Most people do not enjoy my serious humor.
But i usually tell jokes for my own amusement. Not yours.

My Eternity.

She has 56 lines on her hands.
I know, because i counted them.
Her life line was longer than mines.
I was satisfied knowing i would die drowning in her love.
A bittersweet feeling, for this means I'll leave her alone to endure the pain of my short comings.

How selfish of me.

I was out much further then you realized.
I wasn't waving. I was drowning.