Saturday, May 25, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Homage to My Bel Ami(s)
Bel Ami- my "friend"--
Not Maupassant in Paris-
But hot smooth Euro cock-
Sliding through
Exotic sunny architecture-
House of cards & light & sand-
Smelling of sun, sky, lotion
And smooth lubed sex...
Too pretty not to retouch.
And Cumming now in 3D
With the words reordered
And removed...
Miles Davis playing-
Mimosas out for pure effect.
Why a close-up on scrambled eggs
For boy brunch,
When only sperm would be involved
In ALL? Something to perplex...
From Prague to Sofia to South Africa-
Run as far for it as you can,
You won't escape and prolly find it
The smell of Living Man-
Always under 25 and tan.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Physics of motion:
Crossing an event horizon,
Some are left behind-
The equation balances to only two-
The Universe and You- in mind.
Freedom aligns with discipline-
Time's razor strikes anew.
We join like atoms- pulling through.
Though process and routine...
Bring imagined movement,
They power our delusion
And are Resistance too.
Crossing an event horizon,
Some are left behind-
The equation balances to only two-
The Universe and You- in mind.
Freedom aligns with discipline-
Time's razor strikes anew.
We join like atoms- pulling through.
Though process and routine...
Bring imagined movement,
They power our delusion
And are Resistance too.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Victorious
I am the Victor today-
And I was always He.
Chasing phantoms down-
Naming the Names
Of demons dogging me!
Terrors were ofttimes
Painted as delights-
Yet frightful still,
They occupied all life.
They were merciless,
But left me mercy-filled.
And I turned the tide on tears.
Years of desiring and of Visions
Burned out through the dim light.
Now I see they brought me home,
Guided to gliding into this place-
Manifest in rhyme.
Down the long and jagged Road,
Struggling both against and for
Doors opened...
On a tempered and Awakened me-
Arriving just in time!
I am the Victor today-
And I was always He.
Chasing phantoms down-
Naming the Names
Of demons dogging me!
Terrors were ofttimes
Painted as delights-
Yet frightful still,
They occupied all life.
They were merciless,
But left me mercy-filled.
And I turned the tide on tears.
Years of desiring and of Visions
Burned out through the dim light.
Now I see they brought me home,
Guided to gliding into this place-
Manifest in rhyme.
Down the long and jagged Road,
Struggling both against and for
Doors opened...
On a tempered and Awakened me-
Arriving just in time!
Sunday, March 3, 2013
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