Category Archives: Culture

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Today’s Passion…Tomorrow’s Pain

Patiently waiting yet time knows best

drifting away in those thoughts of an escape just to take away the stress

anxious as the clock ticks, although sitting on those jittery hands would probably be best

Life’s tests, the ebbs and flows, ups and downs…we’ve heard them all before

And the only guarantee is yup…I’ve seen exactly what’s in store

Am I restraining the wild child inside or it just my soul trying to endure just a little bit more of…

Todays Passion…knowing that it only leads thru the vestibule of tomorrow’s pain

The wind blowing East ripples the essence of your breast

Absence of your text reflects a thirst for your intellect, opinions, and gestures of your reception

Bathing your aura in laughter there’s no doubt how we’ve come this far in depth

Can we smile anymore not fret on the gloom or become saturated in the galore

Down that road we travel again at a cross of what’s right and what’s sane

without a shadow of doubt knowing….Today’s Passion, Tomorrow’s Pain….

…to be continued

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A Stern Splice

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Loose lips have often sunk ships

from the shores of my observatory

While some wait frantic manifesting their own frustration & worry

Well whats to come of small boats

Solitude and faith have always seemed to keep them afloat

Bearing away from the apparent while steering closer to greatness

Furled away with the rest of those burdens taking note

A captain of my own..what have these galleys steamed today

For fate is only a figment of a Catamaran that’s been cast away.

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Naked Steps…

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Perched abreast the runways of my heart in her favorite Giuseppe
Passion, lust, love… all such funny things
Reminiscing on the first time you wore those
orange Monika Chiang last spring

The eradicated spirals of a downhill past
While her grace feathers through
the soles of those pink Vera Wang
Maybe it’s the sway of her hips in fantasy
wearing those fire Red Bottoms
echoing thru hardwood some would find so deafening

It was those late nights and imprints
of her Pour La Victoire that made me strong.
And those pheromones near the piers of a solemn moon
Then in came you wearing those Kate Spades
I still remember how they always soothe.
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It has to be the assorted combinations of Jimmy Choo straying
in my mind aside the addiction to daydreams
of her lips sending chills under the moon
as she tip toes close in those Prada delights
glimpsing fetishes of one man’s observation may consume

Or perhaps it is those toes bare that I tend to captivate and stare
At your every step near and far in this season’s Christian Louboutin
The many walks of life and steps day by day
I’m humbled in a pair of Chuck Taylor’s
worn soul was still able to guide that path into you that day…

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A Day in the Life

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A year ago I noted this date as to where my mind would travel

Remaining stagnant is hard to adhere, perhaps relapse racing to and fro

I paused as I answered that very question to myself

Overlooking any shoulders to lean on…I wanted to do it without any help.

I can honestly say I lost a few friends in the process,

Gained one or two I consider my best.

The Soul within at the very top of my list,

And even if all others were dismissed… you are there.

Looking at this cycle as One whole,

Then again, I wouldn’t recommend the tribulations endured,

That made the anniversary to my revitalization so pure.

Individually grounded in an awakening, knowing there is no time and there never was a wound to heal.

Steer me closer yet keep me clear…a lighthouse to my mental a guiding light foreign to fear.

Don’t mind me… I’m just trying to make do with what my heart sees as real

See through me as I trod along an open path,

I will strive until the very spirit decides to fast.

It’s the Anniversary to my revitalization…to thyself  give cheers,

as we chant mantras in hopes of rejuvenation to our peers.

It’s the Anniversary of My Revitalization… I planned this a year ago,

Now that my revitalization is complete…there are no limits to where I may go…

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Addicted

I may just be an addict…. A simple smile of hers delivers a fix,

Thoughts of her  tingle the innermost cavities of my happiness while her potency flows

From the curvature of her hips to the delicate silenced whispered between her lips.

Drunken, staggered…maybe I’m addicted knowing I could never get enough of this.

I may just be an addict…

She is my Heroine…