At 127.0.0.1 with a javaHolic…the soapbox

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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.

PEEK-A-BOO

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Pouring from within darkness daylight spills
The Universe spoke
words of love, laughter and earthly thrills
As vibration reigned from the heavens above
Grow in spirit, while the fire burns subtle and still
Sowing the seeds of inspiration & will
This is your Existence…today.

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 Phoenix In My Mind…

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The shadows know little of my existence

perhaps it may be the warmth of my ashes as they fade away

Scattered I am a wind of thoughts burlesque to their resistance

Know that it is the way to keeping the enthusiast tuned

Next to wounds  in  a zest of a desert pride

Consumed in gloom those fail to see the light shining thru

for its the rise  that creates each day anew.

Alone, with Your Presence…

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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.