The depths of the soul
coasts freely as life wants more
fly high or rest low?
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.

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.
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.
That I know you like too.
Riding the freeway passing the flask to you taking 2 sips,
As my hand slides in between those hips
No I don’t drive and drink,
I just like to ride and think….lol
Love when you giggle, rub my hand, & give me those eyes…..mmmm delicious.
I can tell that you’re tipsy,
We don’t have to make it to our destination for you to kiss me.
I’ll pull over right here if you feel the heat,
I got a blanket for the hood, plus there’s plenty of backseat.
I don’t want no good girl, they ain’t good for me….
Bad girls offer so much more excitement you see.
Besides I need a remedy for my A.D.H.D.
Is it right for me to hinder you, knowing what you’ve been thru,
Or should I be a fill-in so the next no smooth talker doesn’t sweet-talk you
Sweep you off your feet, only to not catch you in return.
Love is something I yearn….but not right now
I’d much rather just make you smile…
As long as you can keep me on my toes.
But she can’t be lazy, her motivation & support has to drive me crazy.
Only cause she pushes me to do more…her mind I want to explore
Financial security and doing all those freaky things are a plus,
I need you to arouse my emoption every once and while…..just so I can tell you hush.
I don’t want no good girl, they ain’t good for me….
Bad girls offer so much more excitement you see.
Besides I need a remedy for my A.D.H.D.
You can grab my “D” in public you see… girl I ain’t scared.
But when I tell you “I’m ready, and let’s sneak to the dressing room…be prepared.
Don’t be shy when I nibble your ear whispering something during a movie,
Or I sit you down and tell you that you Move me…
Spiritually and beyond.
Don’t trip when I say life goes on…with or without…because you feel the same.
Not saying that the others are lame…..it’s just
I don’t want no good girl, they ain’t good for me….
Bad girls offer so much more excitement you see.
Besides I need a remedy for my A.D.H.D.
I guess I’m enticed by your gist….I can’t resist
Excuse me when I grab that, when your brother and mother not looking,
Or if I tell you I want you for my dessert when you in the kitchen cooking.
Now, on second thought..when I’m ready for a wife….
That good girl may be what I need in my life
But until then……
I don’t want no good girl, they ain’t good for me….
Bad girls offer so much more excitement you see.
Besides I need a remedy for my A.D.H.D.
Love is something that cannot be misled or depleted,
underestimated, underrated or defeated.
Love doesn’t bring you home, love makes you not want to leave….. in the first place,
and when the road gets tough, love is the strongest alibi… even in the worst case.
Love is unconditional, keeping you strong even when your bones are weak,
Love seals that gap in your mind body and soul, and patches that broken heart that has a leak.
Love understands flaws but also enhances and molding these flaws as time goes on,
Love is holding each other tight, and not doubting one another… because love is just that strong.
Sometimes we mistake love for lust, not realizing love is more than just the physical,
Love brings endless joy, while lust only leaves you miserable.
Love is a bundle of happiness, placed upon your heart by God as a surprise,
Love is me getting a rise, everytime I look into her eyes.
Love is a dream but yet so real, anticipating each day and what it has in store,
my definition of love, is something to die for.
Love is smiling when I go to sleep grateful for every breath I breathe next to you,
Love has me baffled as I think to myself, for there is nothing that I wouldn’t do.
Love is something that never dies, even if we transform…it rekindles once reborn.
This is my definition of love, so much more than just affection….any questions?

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!
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