It All Happened On The Beaches of Hot Sands…pt.2

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Anxiously given,

Each moment in lust subsided with our presence

Maybe it was her essence combined with the obsession.

Tickled in the rhythm of our fancies amidst ocean weather

Tequila and Red Stripes curious where I retrieved that feather.

Sweet kisses to your neck chased by my tongue with the sediments

Between those thighs it felt so evident.

Pheromones in the wind reminded me this was not just another game

I knew where mine was but did her heart feel the same?

Pulsating in the sand…it never did strike that maybe she had a man.

But here I am, with her…it all begin with a gesture at that

A little verbal greeting not even very much eye contact

Well maybe a split second or two

They always said they were the windows to the soul

This far I didn’t expect to go.

Traveling parallel to the stars similar to the birds singing in affinity.

Twilight in our minds from the airport she had remembered me.

On a highway of love next to a backroad by the shores of ecstasy.

Oooh yes, the mood is setting deeper under a cherry moon

Who knew it would come like this so soon

It All Happened On the Beaches of Hot Sands

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Seductively driven,
I waited patiently those moments of time preciously given
the sea played notes & scales…. ending only at g
pig latin in between satin sheets we translated… just you and me
Maybe the sign language and braille led me to your spot
What more could have been shared…there were no words
Minus a few consonants, no other nouns or verbs
Notice we’ve gotten warmer
it’s more than a breeze as our souls render it much too hot
The physical in tact
dopamine unshackled whispering this could never be over
your eyes never lie there’s nothing left to hold back
conducive to my heart making this love seem sober…

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.

Shine On Award

Many thanks to Tilly Seargeant at The Amazing World of Science for the nomination of this award.  🙂

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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

Here are the blogs that I think are very deserving of this award.

Alice In Darkland

Shards of DuBois

likereadingontrains

netmoments

seeingspotsphotography

sethsnap

scillagrace

Rouge & Ruby

My little world

the.beach.freak

rabirius

c’est la vie

muusak

ajaytao2010

travel tips

 

Congratulations ALL!  I am truly enjoying the creativity and originality of all of you guys and gals.  🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Infamous Locomotive: The Little Engine that Could…grown Up

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Stand clear as I move past

 tumbling down a long cross-tied stroll

 The perception of my existence does meet the iniquities of time

While I find that those who stood before me

only succumbed to the news of this train’s glory

 Unlike many a stories

Maybe it’s the burdens to blame

For all the stamina, all the momentum

All of the sunshine, all of the rain

Squeezing all of my sunshine from the Earth

Evaporating dry skies into the rain.

The steam preps the Conductor’s vibe again

 Rolling parallel to dirt roads, and trails, business districts

Grocers, farmland, until these cross ties have become old and stale.

 Lost souls turned into bones hanging from live oaks where we stood

 To desert heat, valleys & Smoky Mountain peaks

 Please don’t let me be accused as another

 that has let the brakes of fear release me

 from straying others off the tracks of life

 Many often struggle only because they know Not the facts of strife.

 Heading behind the demise of so many

 ignored of my patience they failed to see

that my ideals seemed to be just as good as any.

 Making it over the hill, ’round those mountainous curves,

I push through any and all that I can

the bloodshed and callous has revered the better halves of stress

I cry in the face of karma yet smile at the faces of death

 Always knew the difference between fate and destiny

 Always do my best, but never let obstacles get the best of me

 The Infamous Locomotive, feel the gust as I set out

 Further down a path I did not expect

 knowing it’s still so much I haven’t seen yet.

But of all the things…at least now I KNOW that I could…and for that

I have no regrets.

Vintage In A New Age

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Picked up a few vintage items at a yard sale this weekend.  An old storage trunk, a Singer sewing machine (Cabinet Model), and a Nikon EM. Being a collector of vintage and antique items these pieces spoke to me.  History often has a story to tell if we take time to listen.  It was a pleasure speaking with the woman who was selling a host of items that belonged to her father who’d recently passed away.  She stated that he had been collecting so many things that the home looked like an episode of “Hoarders.” With the quality of these items I was only sorry I didn’t get there sooner.  Vintage in today’s world is something to appreciate by all means and uncannily we throw away a piece of the past without even thinking about it.  Knowing the value of something beyond the price tag is truly…priceless.

On Another Cloud Tonight…NOte 9

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Setting all love aside, lets talk about life…tonight.

What if life wanted your side of the story?

Every since my youth that’s a question I’ve been asking myself for years,

My vision is so often blurred by the many tears

that so often occur I very seldom get to witness my own fears.

What if life decided to take some of the sweeter things

Not knowing if you took away the materialistic filth

life can bear some of the more sweeter things

if we could stop letting influence of debit cards money and the myriad of mental scars…ruin.

What if life decided not to look me in the eyes

Or just ride by as I stood on the cliff of life’s flatline

On no this ain’t your regularly scheduled program especially when you

Merged thru many fatalities while facilitating life’s wrongs from the sidelines

I just don’t want us to let the nonsense continue to run thru our veins

Not seeing the bigger picture or appreciating the little things.

Breath…..feel that….Life.

My Life is Truth

What if life wanted my side of the story in facts?

Intoxicating high as a newborn coming into this world at birth…

…question is

Will he return to the dirt knowing the purpose of this life’s worth?

What if life decided not to love any more…

I mean….god is there working silently,

If peace isn’t made, subconsciously asking will He still just EJECT me….

As the program of the masses continue we let the bed bugs of society and the ignorance

divide us…there will be no middle class only poor and rich

before mankind himself is next up on the endangered list.

The Rights of Life Come with Sacrifice…Freedom

“You mean I can’t stay here forever?”

This seems to be the question many find themselves asking as death creeps onto the doorsteps of life.  The bad news is…at some point you’re going to die.  The good news is….well, you’re going to die.  The fear of death is one I overcame at a very young age that I attest mainly to my fascination for the spiritual & unknown.  As far back as I can remember the fascination of life and death only grew after a near death experience(drowning).  From that point on, the mystery that so many fear became a tool for truly LIVING.  After the death of my dear godmother, grandmother, other relatives, and friends the thought of no longer being in the physical seemed to be more intriguing than frightening.

If we place those fears and distractions aside for a moment there is so much more to life that we fail to see.  Live everyday like it’s your last and the worry of death tends to fade.  Exercise your right in servitude and the solemnness will slowly  die.  That’s my mantra.  I find it disturbing that we still fear one another simply because of the color of ones skin, or the god they may worship.  Why can’t we all just be?

I recently had a conversation with my mother who I believe is beginning to go through a denial of death.  To deny death is to shun life, for it is another chapter in this journey.  Besides, you can deny it as much as you want…it’s still going to happen.   In the book,” The Many Faces of Death” by Jacqui James she states,”

One of the faces of death, a very common one, is the

terrified face. It is the face seen by those who have ignored

death throughout their lives and who have

refused point blank either to talk or to think about death,

regarding the subject as morbid and one which, if

indulged in, would hasten their own deaths.

This superstitious attitude is a common human failing:

‘ignorance’ of anything found unpleasant or threatening.

 

This is so true and the face that I firmly believe mother is dealing with.  I’ve tried comfort but that doesn’t fly over too well.  I’m at peace simply knowing that I have attempted.  With the recent loss of her brother and close friend in her religious sect, time is slowly withering away and she is now realizing this.  The relationship I have with her is one that has been off and on, for years for a number of reasons.  One of those reasons has been my determination to follow a path of my own; straying away from the limitations and struggles of so many “religions” these days.  Following a path of my own I was able to awaken the Giant within & overcome those difficulties that many face when it comes to creation, life and death. Once embarking on this voyage of self and harmonizing the world within, the hereafter is no more of a threat  to me than say, a morning jog, or going to the grocery store.  I find it saddening when I look in her eyes and others who’ve followed the tutelage of so-called “leaders” or sects whose only true motive is profit- only to find them suffering and fearful in the end?  To be misled and not ask why is asking for your own demise in any case.  I pray that some sort of solace does rise in their hearts and minds.  Death is something that is within each and every one of us when we are born.  Death is the quiet passenger tagging along on this highway of experiences.   Along the way, it simply became another one of the fears we conjured up to this point in life.  We have yet to scratch the surface of the “tomb” that we currently embody as life.  From the most logically perspective, how can you be afraid of something you know nothing about?

 

At some point, we must all fly away … Maybe we’ll meet again next lifetime…

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Attuned

Sometimes the sentiments of life tend to shatter random moments of the past,

And glancing into the dimensions within a soul that knows forever will last.

I don’t know what matters as what seems to matter to me always seems to let the ignorance surpass destiny & the very factions many fail to see.

Sometimes the reunion of minds seems to redo what we have rendered and rewound through time

And souls refusing to include the presence of reality just misuse these flaws to every degree

Lost priorities focused away from mankind’s need to decipher a misguided seed

We need better conditioning…so on the sidelines of this corners being…I wait.

Enjoying the wondrous attributes created through nature’s very symphonic scheme

Knowing these thoughts painted across the canvas of life weren’t just some silly dream.

 photo taken near Lucea, Jamaica with my Nikon D3000 w/Nikon 55-200mm f/4-5.6G.  Lucea is the little coastal capital in the Hanover parish.  Lots of boating and attractions between  Monteco Bay and Negril.  Beautiful people, great good, good times…enjoy!

(drumroll) “The Writers”…maybe??

So after months of procrastination and hundreds of monkey wrenches being thrown I’ve decided to start onto my first ever fiction novel.

The novel tells the story of London,  a suave lady killer.  He recaps his life from childhood barely knowing his deceased father who was adorned as a player and elite mercenary to their link in an elite society known as The Decree.  Founded during the Civil War, this organization has now gone on to become an international literary publisher. But as with most large entities, there is also a dark side to this prominent corporation.  On his journey, he aims to find out not only who his father truly was…but also who he  is. From Atlanta to Miami its a battle within himself.  Accompanied by Chakita, his loyal but spiteful partner and fling;  they may find a little more than answers….

Maybe I’ll share a few excerpts later…

Action Romance Thriller Sci-Fi Drama…???  IDK..a damn god book…how’s that..lol