December 2009
15 posts
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Night In (Beauty Is In The Embrace)
Soft lips promise sweet sensations
Smoky haze dancing against spilt libations
Passion is the dancing of fingers on soft skin
Ribald laughter delighting in carnal sin
The cosmos captured in half closed eyes
Trembling bodies, parted thighs
Darling I see you…
Do Your Fucking Job
Thoughts rattled in my mind. What is the nature of weakness? Weakness is the cowardly avoidance of one’s own intended existence. Something like a gun toting, cock sucking Christian, or a White guy who’s down with the struggle. Yeah, those bastards. I’m not one of those guys. No sir. I’m the obscene motherfucker that once fucked a set of sisters and took a handjob from their...
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Bowed Head, Lowered Eyes
Synapses fired arced bolts of intellectual lightning at a nightmarish pace, singeing the frayed edges of unraveling thoughts. He was numb, he was without purpose. A wondering vessel brimming with despair on a suicide course, led by the siren song of doubt and self-loathing. The boy, noble in his youth, had developed into an uncouth and disillusioned man, whose vision had become obscured by...
Some Minor Praise
Everything is laid bare. While we still have many secrets between us, we are slowly unraveling, exposing every vulnerability. It’s beautiful. More importantly I feel like I am healing, her words are like balm for long untreated wounds. I have never met someone this sweet, charming, and disarming. There isn’t a trace of spite or anger in the things she says, only genuine kindness and...
Reunion
Today I made peace again with my close comrade. It was as if no time passed. That’s true friendship. It lasts beyond any petty squabbles, an is not easily dissolved. It is a life long bond that cannot be shattered by anyone, not a woman, nor successes, and certainly not simple misunderstandings. It is a good and invaluable thing. Today, dear reader, was a good day.
“He abused me, he struck me, he overcame me, he robbed me’ — in those who harbor...”
– Dhammapada 1.3-4; trans. Radhakrishnan
The Frigid Siren Call of Vengeance
The chilled delicacy has been presented, the cruel satisfaction forges a mirthless smile that travels along a curl on soft pink lips. Revenge is sweeter than any nectar, the lightest of all honeys. Fingertips dance nimbly across the strings of an aged mandolin, warm words belie malicious intent. Eyes declare hell and victory, pointed daggers with otherworldly blades. Hatred sinks its cold fangs...
He Did What?!
The words burst from his lips like pistol fire.
“I love you.”
Things are getting dangerous children. It seems that emotion, unsought, overwhelming, raw emotion, is getting the better or the famed man of reason. Awaiting an answer that may crumple all hope and ebb his reckless abandon, he paced nervously in his room. What would be her response? Would she devastate him? Would she...
“The cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at...”
– Fyodor Dostoevsky
Redefinition
I’m always amazed and amused at just how much you make me feel like a fool. It is a very positive and beautiful thing. Anyone who can make you contradict yourself in a constructive manner is priceless, should be cherished, and praised constantly. I really appreciate you.
The Futile Hunt For Clarity
Clarity has eluded me almost my entire life. Intermittent moments of unobscured vision burst like supernovas in the vast clouded darkness that comprised my mental state during the bulk of my upbringing. I pine for these moments, but they cannot be summoned by aspirant thought. Perhaps now, more than ever, I need to see the world with clear eyes. I need to warm my cool mind, to gain the emotion...
“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is...”
– Vladimir Nabokov
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Potency of Untruth
Sealed lips bind hushed secrets,
Smiles mask carefully crafted lies,
The earth neither stirs or murmurs,
When the truth gasps and dies.