Tangible grace like yours must have been created in a maze
I’ll admit I truly am amazed
that despite all of the waves, mischievious thoughts and insidious ways
We’ve survived unscathed
Never mind the bullshit…they’re gonna talk anyway…that’s why we’ve bathed
Riches illume of self-knowledge and health without any doubt I’m paid…
One tends to notice when you begin to lose focus
Considering sleep lost over that you can’t change and a bed less made
Wolves cashing in on sheep, just know the wool’s been frayed
Instead of peddling along hopeless
Take time to realize its in your control just know what hope is
Any bliss that I intend to revive from the past that time has passed by
will be my own Life breathed into well wishes, her kisses, + harmonic ambitions that I refuse to let DIE…
Category Archives: Writing
Hello Sky, What’s Limit Around Here?
I’d much rather sit on the sidelines and watch time fly than to play these petty drama games slowly as life dies
I own mine and for that every breath I take factions of a new sanction redeem itself as to a purpose
Ignorance is bliss only if you’re worthless and I know that ain’t so
maybe if I’m anxious enough I can get the world to see my picture etched softly across the web of space
maybe this lustful tryst called life knows better than to entrust me with everything when every breath is akin to orgasmic satisfaction…
But only a few notice….others just lack focus…what more are you asking? I know folks who ain’t woke up this morning.
…yeah you may have had a dreary day but for someone its pouring
Appreciate what you have cause we’ve all been created to not stay here forever
love is the only option to bring 1 together…
“HeadBoard” Games
Let’s try something tonight that we haven’t done before,
We’ll bring a few board games to life…so close the bedroom door.
It’s a TRIVIAL PURSUIT as our clothes fall like DOMINOES,
Have you ever played TWISTER nude… it can be a pleasure,
Especially when your CANDY LAND is the ultimate prize and treasure.
I believe I have the right CLUE as to what you need in your LIFE,
But before we get to that…let us engage in TABOO,
As I CONNECT FOUR with my tongue just to see what you may do.
Here to there…. thighs to hips,
You’ll think I’m a HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO….the way I stroke upon those ‘lips.’
UNO, says it’s good, dos, tres, says you want more,
Baby,you’re in TROUBLE..illustriously under ATTACK.
Checkmate or crown me king…as I approach the queen at back.
Maybe this OPERATION will bring your spirits alive like the OUIJA,
Or maybe you will let me SCRABBLE, then take a break and drink some fiji.
It’s all about RISK, depending how far you willing to go,
I want to be your MONOPOLY, let me control your property slow.
It’s not a FEAR FACTOR…all I need is your time,When my BATTLESHIP enters, I’m SORRY…any further comments I will have to decline.
WHy CHoose The ReD EyE…
At 127.0.0.1 with a javaHolic…the soapbox
Early mornings with the blinded masses
misguided by fake smiles and grim laughter
Morning meetings to discuss more meetings
Superficial greetings and self –esteems of those who’ve apparently
undergone all sorts of verbal lashings and terrible beatings…lifetime upon lifetime
Boost me from all of the madness…is this really what I want?
Emails back and forth about potential sales,
last night’s janitor clearly mistook my software collection for Braille.
Selfish twistories and all sorts of vindictive summaries upon negative glory.
Religious arguments…Wait! Its 8.a.m. can we all just be friends
Live as people and not animals until the end…or perhaps at least 5pm?
I can tell you this I don’t need the last case of “Mondays” on my file again
Was it the 4 cups of your caffeine, I’ve been clean from nicotine for a while now…oh I get it
Maybe the long hours and lack of raises again?
My work performance wouldn’t show that my bank account is still low
And on top of the matter by which I do reach social security’s age it will have shattered.
May I cash out now?
May I lash out now?
With a smile and my renunciation I can find my own emancipation…awaiting
Spain…Croatia…perhaps a cozy little corner of Jamaican soil.
Undecided somewhere on an island if you fail to hear anything from me all’s well.
South Coast, Slavonia…nature calls, who needs Dell?
Eggs boiled, catch of the day…my bagel will be fresh, and non-toxic…and you coffee too…then again with so much of that true life around
I probably wouldn’t need any of you.
For now to wake me up and get me through
these Excel spreadsheets, audits, fake rapports,
inventory, presentations, escalations,
blasphemy of all sorts just to do it all again tomorrow.
*L.O.V.E* is Simple, Leave it to Us to Complicate
Love Obscures Very Easily
We sometimes get confused at love
And what it really does.
Love can also be a hindrance and a nuisance too.
Love in my opinion can slow down progress,
Or discombobulate what he or she may have intended to do.
Now look who’s stuck over there,
dispelling love because you never meant to.
A person’s potential and motivation is only a test,
But if you let love lead you down the wrong path,
It very well could end in a mess.
Not saying that love isn’t good.
Its just that people mistake love for this grand objective,
It can absorb you at times and other times be deflective.
Love can cherish but don’t let it render you as complete,
Love makes you high & grounded at the same time
But damn sure should never leave you hurt nor is it something to defeat.
Sunny Side Up
Moments in the wind
Pass slowly as time fades by
knowing true destiny
It All Happened On The Beaches of Hot Sands…pt.3
Briefly Interrupted,
Bewildered, our minds freed in the distance I noticed.
Gifted in our antics we both lost focus.
As we lay in the consequences of our very own little thrill
No…was never an option when the attraction was brewing still
You adjusted your sundress making access much easier
Perhaps a few snaps on instagram
catching you in those positions would make things a bit sleazier
Embedded in the quiet of still…just you and I….upon a desolate land
Warmth made whole and souls bonding as the effects of our auras
cause ripples on the shores of the Beaches of Hot Sands…
Shine On Award
Many thanks to Tilly Seargeant at The Amazing World of Science for the nomination of this award. 🙂
The rules are:
1. Display the award logo on your blog.
2. Link back to the person who nominated you.
3. State 7 things about yourself
4. Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award and link to them.
5. Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award requirements.
7 things about myself
1. I am a 31 year old veteran of the United States Air Force (2000-2008)
2. I currently reside in Atlanta, GA(USA) but love traveling all over the world.
3. Writing and photography are my two most loved passions that I aim to share with the world.
4. Forward thinker with a global perspective and local understanding.
5. I am a published author of poetry and currently working on my first novel.
6. I am culturally diverse and love mingling with various cultures and people all over the world.
7. Reading, motorcycles, tattoos, innovation, travel…I A.M.
Nominations
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Congratulations ALL! I am truly enjoying the creativity and originality of all of you guys and gals. 🙂
When A Mind Disembarks
Where these tracks may lead
is more than some random place
fear is faced today.
Alone, with Your Presence…
If no one was around would you oblige?
To the sweet essence of our presence and verbal vibrations similar to a stimulant
We often let the past ruin what may be as we tease thorns off the bristle tree.
Love is just that, it may hurt for what it’s worth.
And although I hope those kisses in the wind did reach you at sea
Maybe those inner most cavities and fantasies tingle being reminded of me
Positive vibrations lead me to you and if our will shall be,
may the rapport mend anew.
We’ve grown to understand the fundamentals of chance
Let’s roll the dice for romance…forever?
Who knew…
You’d love me
Cause I damn sure love you…
Yesterday, today, and forever…. however long that may be
And as long as you’re right here…nothing falling under the brinks of time matter to me.
What’s A Mustang To Do Without…Sally?
On one of my most recent visits back home to South Carolina I had the chance to capture a few shots of the ‘country ‘ life with my Nikon. Of those I snapped, I wanted to share a few that really stood out of this old Ford Mustang which I believe is a 1965 or 1966. The car belonged to a distant relative that refused to sell it…for unknown reasons and to this day, no one knows why. It now sits alone after numerous people have made offers to purchase or junk it only to be turned away as down and bereaved as the old thoroughbred looks himself. I’ve seen this car sit in this same spot and literally fade away as far back as I can remember…I’m 31. As usual, being a sucker for the natural and raw side of nature and material it spoke to me. Instantly the song “Mustang Sally” came to mind by Wilson Pickett. (Youtube it here)
And then I wondered…what if this old pile of junk still had Sally? What secrets would it share from the soapbox? That’s when I thought…Hmmm…maybe this:
You remember when Sally would give you a kiss
Saddle me up and throw me in 1st
Those were the good old days I miss
And if she wasn’t arguing with her old man we’d stop by and get Suzie Q.
That’s when I knew…we were in for a road trip
Two bad girls FREE under the sun… that Thelma & Louise type of sh*t.
Smiles on the run in those bright cat eyes
From the morning dew to the evening stars
Sally’s long gone now… buried not too far.
Backroads we left to the highways we ‘d come… from I-95 to 261
We traveled long ways…gassed up and ready.
‘Long as she didn’t drink too much
We’d pretty much hold it steady.
I thought we’d never slow down,
In ’65 we lived all over the towns
Weeping in tears…Sally tamed me then left
No regrets in my stable this little light of mine still shines
No matter how incorrigible,
Time reaches us all
In due time.
In Its own stubborn way
Nowadays that sleek Dynasty Green has turned gray.
In those days gas was $0.31 cents per gallon
You wanna tell me what it is today?
At the wash they groomed me, brush my mane, and wiped me down
those were happy endings now the only thing that soothes me is these thorns
you mean to tell me they’re calling that acupuncture now?
Ashes to ashes… rust to dust
Wipe weeping eyes staying here isn’t a must
Look right there, it says “original muscle American made 289 with a smile”
Life has long gone cause that synthetic stuff would have killed me anyhow
Ask anyone… they would have told you about Sally & that ‘Stang.
We’d return under the moon and I promised old Sally I wouldn’t tell you a ‘thang’.
A Day in the Life
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…
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…
“Resonant Easel”
I lumbered my possessions and went for a ride today,
It was the sound of the alarm that said let’s go.
That little voice inside kept saying where to ride.
No destination in mind nor attachments at my side
Be it bus, plane, or auto…. take me by….
The sound of ocean waves cascading
in quantum patterns arcading amongst the skies.
Over the borders of a Pacific Ocean type of passion…nothing specific in my spectrum other than love and laughter.
Stamps in a passport support the thought of many terminals to pass all while entering a new chapter.
Sentiments manifest symbols of safe travels to a destination nostalgic of freedom at last,
As my needs consist of little… a window seat and cool breeze.
Sand tingling between my toes relaxed near any of the seven seas.
Skin tones absorb the hue of ancestors and other reflections in life.
All calming to the latest Budos Band, the caravan of sandals and bare feet greeting granules of miniscule fascinations.
A peaceful attraction to see these sounds reign subliminally through me.
(c)Thermal Words
Photo: Viva Wyndham Resort – La Romana, Dominican Republic
The Use of Words
I don’t write much anymore,
because there is no use of words if they go unheard.
Reflecting vibrations of immaculate celebrations…life
So many fail to listen.. when it’s their own Enlightenment, their own futures, their own path they’re missing.
I guess that’s why I scribe less because these words are more than just some bullshit phrases…integrated along lines; filling blank pages.
There’s no need to write when the very point I’ve made goes unscathed, or even worst misinterpreted or relayed in some unjust way.
I could speak all day but if these words aren’t heard then what’s the use anyway.
You see a wordsmith in me but to me it’s more than the way the pen is gripped
and gracefully glides across the paper as gently as I stroke her thighs in the midnight hour.
You see…to me, it’s more than the move my hands make across the keyboard tapping the space bar as if it were her backing up to me,
Or the way the keystrokes return mind control as our eye contact arise every time she sees potential in me.
You see…you don’t understand my faculty…so I don’t write much as these words don’t mean to the same to you as they do me.
(C)Thermal Words 2013
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