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26 November 2011

Catterpillars

I could almost taste you every time my tongue felt the bite marks on my lip.

24 November 2011

I've heard this a few times this week

If you don't have any enemies, you are doing something wrong.

Right on.

21 November 2011

This is my multi-pass.

It's another weekend
she's already called
"my mom is taking me over
be there soon."

He waits in his bed,
under the covers.
It's been cold out lately
and he didn't sleep very well.

A few minutes pass by before she's there
he hears her say hello to his family
and walks over to his room.

The door opens,
she enters and closes it behind her.
A tight fitting shirt outlines her figure
thin yet curvy
her breasts perky with youth
baggy jeans
which soon come off before she makes her way to him
long slender legs
smooth to the touch and very kind to the eye
she's white like snow
and he likes that.

She comes into his bed
kisses him
caress him
"I missed you."
they kiss
and pop The 5th Element into the VCR.

Her bosom presses against him
her hand running up and down his chest
one leg over his pressing on his thigh
her lips slightly part as their saliva mixes.
His fingers feel the contours of her hips
the texture of her underwear
as his other hand touches her back
and pulls her closer to him.

She rips her top off
and he his
their bodies scream in ecstasy
as bare skin touches bare skin
and they press hard against each other
trying to break that point where the one ends
and the other begins
making way into one another
ending the separation of time and space.

Interchanging tactile sensations
eyes closed
eyes open
the smell of her hair
her skin
his sweat
their kink.

She jumps atop him and pushes him down
they stare into each others eyes and smile
just as her hips grind back and fro
she positions him just
so he presses between her lips.

They wear one last layer each
to keep themselves at bay.

He pulls her down by the neck
and kisses her hard
he then rolls her on her back
kissing her neck
kissing her chest
stomach and thighs.

Her smell drives him near insanity
he kisses her thighs and bit by bit
slowly makes his way to her last layer.
He bites onto the edges of her silky underwear
pulls it down with several jerking motions
like an animal tearing at bare flesh
preparing to enjoy a savory meal.

With his bare hands he pulls off her underwear
silk up over his head her legs now lay on his shoulders
just so she arches her back and pulls him in with her legs
a smirk over her face she pinches her nipples tight
his face now buried in her cunt
he can taste her
smell her
feel her
she is everything
his thirst is quenched by her love
her body starts to flush
just as he uses his hands on her hips
to keep her rhythm with his.

He smears her all over his face,
then kisses her belly
breasts
neck
just as he gets to eye level
she licks his lips
savoring herself
then kissing him.

She takes his underwear off
stroking him as she kisses his lips
then taking him into her mouth
soft tongue
soft hair touching his thighs
she lays on her side
with her legs open to him
his fingers caress
her soft petals melting in his fingers.

When she has him as hard as she wants him
she straddles him
uses one of her hands to take him into her
as the other keeps her balance.

He feels her warmth as he penetrates her
everything wavers as reality condenses into this.
Time stops,
space implodes.
She arches down to him and they kiss
bodies are now intermingled
they both push hard against one another
so much so they can hear their hair grinding.

There are explosions in the background
as Korben Dallas destroys alien scum.

Her hair hangs over his face
her eyes shut close
and her body falls limp on top of him.
He bites her neck as she whimpers
grabbing her ass with his hands
to gain leverage over her.
She scratches his chest
emitting a moan that makes him go deeper
harder
squeezing his hands over her flesh.

He then takes her head with one hand
and starts to kiss her lips
feeling his cock get really hard
his balls are now squeezing
both bodies are quivering in orgasm
his moans intensify hers
as he unloads himself deep inside her womb.

They both now lay in bed,
breathing heavily
watching as Lilu Dallas is asking Korben
"What is love?"
They both look at each other and he says
"This, this is love."
"Show me." Says Lilu.
"Show her.." Says the priest.
And so he kisses her.

Looking at each other
hearts beating hard
they kiss softly
between puffs from their cigarettes
smiles and caresses.
Her leg over his
as her soaking cunt drips down on them
she leans into his ear and in between nibbles whispers
"again."

The Cradle is Broken

He's thirteen years old
ridding his pedal bike full speed
wind rushes through his hair
tears brushed away from his face
by the soothing and cool breeze.

There is nothing to be sad about
this is just his first taste of a series of events
all meant to break him
to bring him down
to make the romantic into a monster
much like Jekyll and Hyde.

It's always been about love
the nurturing
giving
and willingness to expose the self
giving another a loaded gun
aptly pointed at his chest.
Hammer cocked back
her fingers on his trigger.
It's always been the same.

There is something to be said
about a man who is willing to be hurt
about a woman who is willing to listen
and about situations which spin out of control
only to be forgotten.

One foot pushes down as another rises
the wheels spin around
quicker
faster
he just wants to forget
about her kiss
her caress.

"It was a mistake!" she says.
But it wouldn't be the first time.
This would be repeated again,
twice more with her alone.
How could he trust her?
Love makes you blind.

Tires screech to a halt as he crosses a road
horns blare
an old tired man screams
but if he only knew he'd yell
"Pedal on! FASTER! F A S T E R!"
because we've all been there.

With every pump of his heart
it seems like his chest is about to explode.
Blood runs thick through his veins
flushing his youthful face with life.

"Maybe you were my mistake." He says to her.
But he'll never mean it
he'll always love her
much like the women
who unknowingly
or willingly
pulled the trigger.

12 November 2011

Moving on (the other side)

One important thing I've learned from venting via my writing is that everything changes. The way you feel changes like the seasons, anger is subdued by time and it sleeps a deep sleep. Dissolution is washed away by the rain of forgetfulness and disambiguation. Lessons learned are all stored away for easy access, but shouldn't keep anyone from making contact with others. Life moves on, and so should the self.

Though one thing will always stick like crazy glue. No matter how hard I try, I have never been able to wash it away. It's always left a stain so thick, so bright, that not even a monsoon of experience could ever get rid of it. Love.

Things done because of Love, angry letters, long diatribes, isolation, obsession, they all seem so morose and entail a sickness which I've only just truly uncovered. It is dangerous, yet it is accompanied by beautiful experiences and emotions. One must truly be careful as it is a loaded gun and thus must be treated as such. Only use it when you absolutely need to, and there is no other way out. Build a wall? Yes, but only to see who is willing to break it down.

This is something I've learned. I hope to do some introspective writing soon, as someone once asked on a comment somewhere else "what about you?" Well, that is all to come with due time. I think I know what I did, why I found myself sick with emotion, and the only way to truly understand it and work it out for me will be to put down on writing. Will I be exposing my soft underbelly? Yes and no, because that person is no more, but I do wish to understand why I did what I did, everything else is kind of meaningless, as I will never be able to speak to that person I once loved, or understand their reasons for being as they were.

Kind of like my dream
Standing behind a glass
she's on the other side
on crutches
broken foot
I slam the thick glass doors
scream under water
but she will not listen
cannot hear
ignores me
and the world turns black
as my lungs fill with fluid.

I am dead to you, and I understand that now.

04 November 2011

Here's a Thought



As soon as your born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see,
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.

Music and lyrics by John Lennon.

03 November 2011

Cream Pie Party Flavors.

can you dig it?
the cold weather is coming
it's time the birds get a flocking
down south

so keep your tents up
your hearts open
most of all
keep our revolution revolting
to get all of the past sickness out

it's time for winter
a cooling
a calm
we must shake ourselves awake
keep from falling asleep
'cos once we close our eyes
it's too late
don't you see we'll freeze

it's our calm
that should worry them
it's our silence they will hear

only one thing to watch out for
is the quickness of their surrender

how different
yet the same
we turn out to be in the end

02 November 2011

Internet bares fruit of knowledge


I wish I had seen this earlier in my life.

January 16th 2010 (A series of thoughts, some borrowed mostly original).

This is a series of thoughts from my FB page updates. Most are originals, some are borrowed and have twisted into my own words.


Forget your valuable face, the grave never took MasterCard anyway.

I smoke my cigarettes, burning the tips of my fingers as I get to the end. Story of my life.

I would love to catch a meteor shower in the reflection of your eyes. I could watch the whole world end, and not care, as long as it's next to you.

How lovely, all of the flowers withered to nothing. I guess it's just the seasons changing, new things re aranging themselves into a better tomorrow.

And so the ones who have sown their eyes shut ask the rest of the world to open theirs.

Don't feel bad, it happens to everyone else at one point or another.

Good-bye sour girl. It was nice knowing you.
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There is no such thing as peace and quiet, and if there is, it has yet to introduce itself to me.

The past is something you can never get away from. You can only accept it, and move on. Otherwise, I can guarantee it will eat you up, and leave you in the gutter.

Out of my mind, be back around nine. Don't let yourself get lost in confusion and scorn, it's easier to dance than it is to fight with your fists. After all, we all like to pretend we exist.

Sometimes I wish I had never encountered such things in life, but I guess I should be thankful for knowing of all the should and shouldn't do's.

I miss so many things, most of them haven't even happened yet. +,+

Late nights are always the best, when you have good people to share them with.

Theres no place like no place at all.

Don't trust everything you see

I hate missing someone who doesn't deserve the time of day... grrrr...

Go flash dollar signs, they come a flocking. got nothing to hide the holes in my pocket, but at least my hands are clean.

Random acts of kindness. Do it, be blown away.

Always manages to screw a good thing up.

Has had doubts, but they seem to clear themselves up.

Love your art, and your art will love you. Whatever happens in between is just a beautiful mistake.

It's nice to know that my cats will always love me. As long as I keep feeding them.

There's nothing like a good bullshit session

Fuck your noise, theres better things to worry about.

No matter how many times you run that same old road, you never get tired. something about the chase, that inspires you to continue until much too late you get it, it was all about the chase and the only thing that expires is you.

It's funny when the kids who preach liberty are the first to kill them. ;)

Don't ask what your Country can do for you, but what your Country can do with you.

Life is short, appreciate the ones you've got.

I don't fancy liars, any type, any kind, you are just wretched and mark yourselves for abortion.

Truth is best seen through the eyes, in the expression within someones eyes, the curl of a lip, the loss of their glow.

You can never truly expect others to treat you as you treat them, but it shouldn't deter you from being a decent human being. After all, it's about making the world a better place for yourself and yours, others just rejoice from it vicariously or by proxy.

The moment your realize that you've been somewhere too long, and you need to get out like a bat out of hell.

Why are you my enemy oh morning.

When life gives you lemons, punt those fuckers into the next assholes eyes and hope you break something.