A brief look inside my mind. A reality that rose, then fell, only to rise again from the ashes of what I believe is true and not true. Come into the interZone. . .
Sunday, August 26, 2012
The Ringing Bells of Wentworth
Friday, August 24, 2012
In The Park
Sun beating down upon me.
The blue sky is sharp and feels icy crisp.
The white fluffy clouds keep changing
To new and strange images.
The sound of children playing on the
Play structures near by.
A older couple walk there dog and a young
Couple making out on a blanket.
Life feels good.
Aug 24/12
Sat Down On The Sofa With You
My arm around you, softly touch your shoulders.
An hour into the movie I noticed you fell asleep.
I waited till the movie was over to wake you.
You woke up because there was no sound from the TV.
You looked around, yawned, and then got up to go to bed.
I followed shortly after.
By time I got to bed you had already fell asleep.
Busy work week. I let you sleep.
You snore like a little dragon.
Aug 24/12
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Can't Sleep
Deep Bliss
Their soft hands, their pouty lips,
The lusting in Their eyes.
We all are smile from the excitement.
The anticipation.
How we want each other.
How we share the passion between us.
You touch her, I touch you, everyone
Touching each other.
We are passion together.
We take turns feeding our hungers,
Our wants.
Somebody orgasms from someone’s touch.
Pressing lips, sliding tongues.
They want to go further. They want to feel
Everything.
They want to feel it inside them.
Each of them take their turn.
First one then the other.
Each time they are brought to pleasure.
I feel someone take my hand and hold it tightly.
I feel myself getting excited.
My climax starts. I check to see what they want to do?
Someone climbs on top of me to finish me off.
The other moves so I can taste them and
Get them off while I am.
Everyone climaxes with each other.
We all cuddle and kiss and we drift off into a blissful sleep. . .
Aug 23/12
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
You Don't Even Know Me
You cannot say I love you.
Pushed aside are those words.
You don’t even know me.
You see my face and body online.
A word isn’t spoken between us.
How do I know you’re not a killer?
A stalker or a person I just won’t like?
These are things I think about.
Get to know me.
Talk to me.
It’s a beginning.
Aug 21/12
Faded Memories
Faded times that had long been forgotten.
Your name rings a bell.
Your face is familiar but where do I know you?
Why did we loose touch?
Who were our friends?
I can’t recall how I know you.
Has it been that long?
Aug 21/12
It Doesn't Pay
Touch her.
Does she smile?
Does it feel forced?
Does it feel strange?
It feels so right, but its not.
She can see that you like her.
But how does she tell you
That you’re just friends.
Things will get weird.
Things will never be the same if
You cross that line.
The laughter, the good times, the shared
Memories and history with friends.
Everything is gone with these few words.
I like you.
Aug 21/12
More
Wanting to show affection but can’t
Falling deep under your spell
Leaves me in a world of internal pain
Your eyes haunt me.
Icy blue pools that I swim in.
Your face so filled with expression
I’m left wanting more affection
But left hungering, wanting, waiting
You would let me hold you near
Forever is a eternity it seems in your arms
Would it be love or infatuation?
A little A or B
You can see it in my eyes
Wanting to say something
Wanting to say more
But can’t
Aug 21/12
Monday, August 20, 2012
What's It To You
Friday, August 17, 2012
A Silhoutte of Beauty
The beads of water running over your skin.
The water is warm and embracing.
Hugging every inch of your beautiful body.
The smell of body wash fills the room.
I see you touching yourself through the shower curtains
A silhouette of beauty. . .
Aug 17/12
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Self Exile
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Hanging Pictures on the Wall
On your walls.
Something is missing?
What should it be?
Should it be a piece of art
That no one has but you?
A piece of something that
Once lived in my thought’s.
That once lived in my heart.
Now lives with you.
Should it say everything I feel?
Will it express that to you?
Will it be full of colour and life?
Or will it be black and white?
Find it within myself to say to you.
Words could never do.
This is for you. . .
Aug 14/12
Monday, August 13, 2012
The Mood That Drives You
Thursday, August 9, 2012
First Monkey in Space
First Monkey in Space
There the first tent goes up.
Then another.
The area seems to be filling up nicely.
It’s getting dark out.
Time to make a fire or find some flashlights.
Our Camping neighbour has mouse ears on, she cute.
Everyone is anxious to get this party started.
Some more people show up.
It’s getting crazier.
Right on!
Drinks come out.
People are getting louder.
Then the low rumble of music is playing.
The Verb Stage is ready to party.
Are we ready for this weekend?
We are.
We are ready!
Dance Monkey Dance!
Shoot our minds into space!
Getting into orbit.
Then Splash down days later.
Reality will set in later whenever it can catch up.
Till next year.
Aug 09/12