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.

Kisses Are Nice but Memories Stick Better…

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One thought, two hearts,

Abreast as they soar.

Eight limbs embracing tightly,

Can you feel the amour?

Sweat dripping from our bodies,

As eruptions spew between us both.

A succession this is,

While our bodies seem to boast.

Thief to my heart,

Looking at you I stare,

You scream to me harder,

And I say oh, right there.

The energy is supernova,

The fires of hell would despair.

Your love takes me over,

To places I normally wouldn’t dare.

With the trigger finger of love,

I pull with much delight,

If the sun were to stare,

There would be nothing to compare

The voice of Mother Nature,

Scaling in degrees,

As the rhapsody concurs with souls.

And islands dance in the breeze.

Baby take me away,

Memories do seem to last forever

as fractions of your kisses  just as precise as the weather.

Gold plating to my karma, adhesive to my soul

Cherished forever, never letting them go.

Morning Towers

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Stars simmer down as Moon clouds by

The gift of the season amongst blue skies

Sun showers collide with the blessings of pray

Crepusculars transcend trinkets twinkling in every spectrum of today

Off to a good start by acknowledging each moment

The breath of truth requires your faith if you must own it.
 

“Rendezvous”…pt. 1

When we reunited our hearts bound with passionate grasps beyond division,

with the least bit reluctance and the utmost precision.

It’s you and every single drop of your lust drowning in my heart,

We can take this beyond any other because when we rekindle it will start.

The hunger for your temple has been aching my soul and clenching my mind all in the same,

I can no longer cope with this pressure nor let us torment one another with this game.

COme with me tonight without a worry on your mind,

Care in your heart, apparel overlying your spine,  motion with your body language, I’m carefully observing all of your signs.

Our bodies are whispering releasing the tensions of the week

As rose petals & champagne dazzle the sanction,  strawberries and whipped cream  perched aside to make it sweet…

bw8

A Colorful Dreary Bunch

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Rain clouds frolic in the distance while thunder plays nearby.
A drizzle begins to refresh my window
every single drop from the sky
Refreshing to my parched sill,
sift upon the stage of nature’s calming tryst
A nuisance to commuters traveling but to me its all a gift
Students scattering already running late for class
Laughter on the patio as some know the storm will always pass.
Listening to birds of enchantment perhaps they still see light
The truth of this beauty is that we’ll be alright.