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.

Lost & Found: Father’s Day Returned

So many say the words to receive no answer.
A hurtful thought that can eat away at your very soul like a cancer.
That’s why I always promised myself if I ever got the chance to
Fulfill that role I would do it well.
I look my father in his eyes and say thank you
even though I may have gave him pure hell.
He stood there, through the fire storms, from the day that I was born,
and here he stands today

Yes, I may be the cause behind a few of those gray hairs
I thank him because he didn’t have to stay.

Times have truly changed, the role of women being so independent
sometimes the role of a father has to be defended.

No one is perfect but some do use that as an excuse for that same  song.
Planting a seed into the cavities of fertility, the true  fruit of life.
No one said you have to make her your wife, but be a father.
A true father, so much more than just a dad,
I look at society today and must confess that it is sad.
My daughter will always know her father
I tell the women out there who act as mother and father…stay strong
Times are hard but not as hard as they have been.
Valued who you are, and on behalf of them I’m sorry.
I’m sorry they he doesn’t get it.
I’m sorry that he “got it” then refused to accept his position,
And I’m wishing….. he valued your worth.
I wish he appreciated that birth that was given to him.
To be more than just a donor,
I wish he could accept being the owner…of a blessing.
A lesson of love and life
The number of men that don’t understand…too funny
Its more than just the money, It’s the value of time spent
It’s the feeling of reminiscing on the places you’ve went.
It’s the comfort of having someone there for you…. as an angel sent.
To those that do… I SALUTE YOU!

My personal Honda CBR 954 RR...father's day gift to myself a few years back.  Captured this shot with the Nikon one evening after sunset.  No editing, no lie. hint...garage lighting :)

My personal Honda CBR 954 RR…father’s day gift to myself a few years back. Captured this shot with the Nikon one evening after sunset. No editing, no lie.  Mods and customizations done by me, and my bro.

‘No, we were all born to be stars, some just get off too soon.’

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We piled inside the small compact car smelling like Vodka, sweat, and good times.

Someone yelled ‘Let’s take Marta.’ After all, it’s smarter. Well, it’s just we all had been drinking.  Summer was approaching and there was a sudden silence in the air, you knew what everyone was thinking.

Ralph was such a good guy is what we all seemed to pray.  He was one exit from home on that fateful day.

With a driven purpose in mind we walked towards the next arriving Blue Line.  It’d be ten minutes or so before the next rail was set to arrive.  Under the influence it seemed like forever.  In the meantime, we’d admire a smoke and a share a few thoughts of laughter.  Philips Arena, Five Points… Georgia State soon after.  We waited along with a few others in the morning dim.  There were no panhandlers in sight, it must have been too early for them.  That’s what Greg joked but I saw truth in that.  I was almost at a dose when I felt a sprinkle of inspiration in fact.  Awakening was the rail’s brakes and images of flying sparks.  The old woman sitting by the young lady I met tonight both got off at Inman Park.  Those other guys I believe were migrating West.  I thought to myself, ‘Marta is Smarter’, even they know what’s best.  The conductor insisted Edgewood/Candler would be coming up next.  I looked around and there weren’t a familiar face left other than one guy from  yesterday’s game.   By the time we reached Decatur I had forgotten his name.  On similar paths we travel some of our minds lose tract. Then I saw my reflection realizing I am a man of my own and fully understand maps.  Have been for awhile now and soloist decisions have become the norm.  Through many roads I’ve traveled while weathering the storm.   Further I’ve gone, but nowhere near home.  Then I see through their eyes.  Faces show smiles and in hearts true gloom.  Or perhaps, maybe I’ve gone too far as a train passes flashing, ‘No, we were all born to be stars, some just get off to soon.’

Sun Gazing

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Show me the way to be a better man to you,

I know I’m useful but may not be quite what you’re used to

Mold me as I mold you, don’t scold me because I would never scold you

I mean, when you speak I listen,

Although my thoughts you keep dismissing

I’ve tried to make you understand I’m not perfect

But know that you have my undivided…attention

Not to mention…your semblance places me in another dimension

And it doesn’t even compare to your intellect & grace

When I look into your face…. I see my Earth Tone Queen

I mean, I see a star…

I see a flower…beautifully blossomed

And yet so solemn, without a caretaker to render

The proper nurturing…I am

Don’t deny me, help me to refine thee….

Fertilize my soul, together as we grow old

I see you as the fruit sowed while I am groomed,

To be a better  provider

Its more than just a seed planted

and sowed, more like living in the Now

I see the reason I have always appreciated your smile.

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…almost gone

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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