Fetish Found

our first game is over

we pass each other

to change side;

a loud whack is heard

as my paddle hits your ass

and you look at me with

eyes of arousal;

after each game

we pass

and with each pass

another whack

and

another whack;

but, this time

there is a wet spot

clearly visible

and,

without hesitation, I

bend you over the table...

and,

while my left hand 

holds you down,

my right hand spanks;

eventually,

lowered pant reveal

a longing

and a need

so easily fulfilled

as punishment of a 

sexual nature

allows you to release

all desires...

again and again and again.

22Aug14

Pleasuring

in a posture of defiance,

you spread your legs wide;

your mound is clearly visible

and easily accessible for

the object of your delights;

but first,

violent whacks

on the butt

must ensue to

get the juices flowing...

22Aug14

Disobedience

in my fantasies
you are bent over
my desires and
spanked for not
obeying and...
as you well know,
tears are released
from the pain
and as they roll
down your thighs,
your orgasm(s)
are very near.

22Aug14

Views

everywhere I look is
gray air of a non
transparent nature,
allowing me to see
only a few feet out
from any of my
carefully chosen
locations, giving me
a black perspective,
and I hope that it
will soon clear so I
can be more liberal
with my view today.

21Aug14

Conquering Condoms

 

an umbrella-like sky

     slips down to the 

          ground like the old

               fashion nanny about

                    which we read

                         as a child; but,

                              humble as it may be,

                                   it is menacing

                                        and foreboding

                                             as it darkens 

                                        all around us;

                                   clear cut paths have

                              vanished along with

                          the glee goggles

                     that kept us safe

                in the cocoon-like

          dark black environment;

gone are the safety protocols,

gone are the weekends on the lamb,

gone are the dancing girls,

gone are the dinners downtown;

          we have enlisted our souls

                    to survive all odds but

                              not our minds...   and the

                                        torment heightens anxiety

                                                  as we reach for the little

                                                            blue pill that will end it all.

                                                                                     20Aug14

Choice

overrated independence
follows us around like a
blue tick hound as we decide
which freedom we will
exercise today, showing off
how easily we adore our
independence and
valuing what it means
to be decision free
and without the burden
of freedom of choice.

20Aug14

Defending

 
How would we defend ourselves
if they wanted to march against
our thoughts and our beliefs and
then challenge of ways of life as
we have done so often to them?

How indeed?

But, we pose not the question
since the answer would surprise
and we seem to love living in
our little valleys of ignorance.

19Aug14

Truth & Beauty

hidden behind alter egos,

is the soul of our thoughts,

carefully crafted to

filter out what we don't want

to believe or become;

we stand on unsupported principles

since all the others are wrong

because we are with degree

and so many others are not;

we are constantly rejuvenated

by the singularity of our beliefs

and the notion that nobody

really knows the whole truth;

we are unwavering in our

educational stupidities as we fail

to see knowledge as more than

just wearing our regalia;

we are bound by circumstance,

looking only for the effects

believing that the cause of wisdom

is understanding truth & beauty.

19Aug14

Generations

we are the known
and the unknowable;
the hunter
and the hunted;
the end of the beginning
and the beginning of the end;

we are not what we appear to be
and yet we are exactly that;
we split differences,
sneak up on arguments,
give more than we should
and take all that we can;
we are not unique
but distortions of it,
mutations of engineering
and genes spliced raw
like vegetables from the garden;
we are indescribably delicious
in many ways but sad
and pathetic in many others,
and the head on our shoulders
cannot really be inserted
anywhere else no matter
how hard we want it to be.

19Aug14

Connections

if you have a heartbeat
you have thoughts and
an opinion, and those
who naturally say it is
wrong or take themselves
way too seriously,
believing life is creation
over evolution, when
obviously it is both,
are stuck in the thoughts
of another as this is how
it has always been from
the very beginning...
knowledge has never
been excluded and never
seen as intertwined as
it has always been...
still, it has always been
up to us to make that
non-fatalistic connection.

19Aug14

Breeze

a light malevolent breeze
washes over me whenever
I awake before the sun
and the creature becomes
the created when the
mental fragments lie and
distort the truth leaving
it more fragile than it
already apparently is;
but, the created creature
is you and I in drag and
all those who try to "be"
before they 'become,"
mock those who seriously
have something to say,
but...  freeze in the breeze at
the dawn of most new days.

19Aug14

SINGULARITY

journey into time and space

with me and become

re-absorbed into the

fabric of space and into

the dominion of singularity;

a point of harmony

and equal distance

upon which

everything you know

and want to know

has been based, including

that which to forget;

travel with me through the

infinite weekends of space-time,

or that which we call

our universal dimension,

discovering other dimensions

of uncertainty and doubt

that accelerate thoughts

to the end-of-time and beyond

expanding with the harmonics

of its edges, from which

there can be no returning

to that which is no longer there

as it becomes newly found

leaving all else behind...

18Aug14

Predators

in the year(s) of our beginning

we were one and the same,

taking no more than was needed for survival;

but, gradually we evolved and

began to consume more and more

and in our greed and self-envy,

we destroyed our hope and salvation,

becoming worthless predators

no longer a species worth saving.

18Aug14

Granite

even though we must dwell in
separate chambers of the mind,
we are still strangers of the heart,
never agreeing to meet to discuss
any differences between us; but,
before, we were together somewhat
in our difference but time turned
in a different direction in the blink
of an eye and granite counter tops
of contempt sealed us forever
inside the dominion of each other.

18Aug14

Shadow

we are not the same
you and I,
we are different,
different as night and day,
black and white,,
male and female,
and we will be this way
forever,
you and I,
so,
shy think any
differently;
but,
when I die,
you die as well
and your terror over me
will end...
the victory
will be mine.

18Aug14

Following Instincts

we hide behind spiritual banners
not realizing they are just as
transparent as the actions we perform
that have nothing to do with beliefs;
mutually exclusive,




















some might argue who are witnesses
to these "so called believers;" but,
what has that got to do with anything
when it is our life and ours only
that we control and should control
to follow our instincts, just as
they control their lives in order
that they might follow their instincts.

17Aug14

Words

words bellow

out of my head's

hollow, 

faster than

out of my thoughts

as emotions

shoot

through my body

like bolts of

adrenalin

masquerading

as indignation

over

wrong and evil doings

many

years ago

as if...

just woken up from

a deep sleep, I am,

and these

happen to be

my first memories.

17Aug14

Not Just Greys

shades of turmoil
and misunderstandings

roll down the stained
glass windows
of my mind like tears
for a child's funeral
whose life was cut
short by violence
and hatred caused by
inherited and righteous
misunderstandings,
just like mine...   and,
once these tears
start to flow, they
are bound by promise
not to stop until
resolutions are achieved.

17Aug14

What About Women?

how handy is a handyman
if they were in a convenient
spot and what about all the
women who perform that
disappearance as well?
when do we ever see the
sign of "fast working men"
as we drive back and forth
or around the orange cones
and no signs at all about
either fast of slow women
who work there as well...
there is an inequality here,
within all our clans and
domiciles, preventing these
people from being heard
and yet we all want to stand
around and look as they
pass by in poetic verses.

16Aug14

Subscriptions

boats are loaded into a

sea of sky daily and those

of us who dream or

have delusions of dreaming, 

row these boats of joy 

through clouds and blue air

like ancient mariners

without deck hands to 

raise the sails; and, in 

their merriment, they defy

the rules of regular illusions,

not expecting to be seen by

those who renew subscriptions

or rental agreements for all 

the space that's being used.

16Aug14

Non Feral

lap dogs
and licking
have been
replaced
by lap cats
and purring,
but,
the desire
is not daily
and
there is no
request
just action
to find
a location
between
the legs
or in the
commode

and
no hesitation
when
standing up
and
leaving.

16Aug14

Temporary Blindness

there are no images
of the night,
in this darkness,
as in no stars;
no falling comets,
and no moon
can be seen,
so, we must feel
our way around
without out
guiding light dog.

16Aug14

Just Do It

ants unconditionally walk
behind their leader
mesmerized and focused
on the task ahead like
many of us do when
paid to work our
frustrations out
and like this mindless,
little, worker ants
perform over and over
without question,
believing that all our needs
will eventually be met.

16Aug14

Steroid Sleeplessness

short, fantasy-like stories have been passing

through my subconsciousness every quarter

hour like a stalker who cannot decide on prey;

eyes are not hurting or bloodshot or heavy or glazed over

like one who has not slept for days while hunger

has disappeared too quickly making no sense at all

as just the opposite it should be and on that

which we all know is not healthy and then it appears,

circus ponds forming at the edge of mental nothingness,

an existential view digressing into sitting on the

bench with Sartre and being transformed into

a meaningless Kafka like mutant fate; and yet, 

all these satirical themes hang from mental ceilings

as if providing decorative narratives for Senior Proms

in a Middle Eastern land where none of the rituals,

it would appear, were ever practiced once even;

divorced indifference practices Washington's Minuet

in powdered wigs and three cornered hats while

speculation perceives more documents signed;

stories of adults being adults in adulterous ways

manifest openly in my shallow mind this day

like a coincidence readies itself to be repeated

and presentation skills are practiced unwillingly;

racks of lamb hang in coveted galley galleries

waiting to be carved and served to frustrated

angry listeners who have yet to hear the completed

version of our their newly released thoughts;

bodily function difficulties are the last members

of the parade but the first to greet the morning

once their words have been written and all the

flavored coffee drowned like in the Boston Harbor;

but still, there was no sleep this night like before

when indulging too much on chemo and steroids.

16Aug14

Life Saver

slowly,
ever so slowly,
one bead of liquid
at a time,
easily,
gently,
persistently
flows
down the hollow tube
of Peruvian Plastic,
through the needle
and into my vein,
on the back of 
my hand,
taped down
to keep it in place,
as the toxins
slowly streams
into the blood stream
saving my
life...

15Aug14

Over Our Heads

 skies darken with

approaching rain,

and we are left in

clouds of humidity

waiting for the deluge

that never comes,

no matter

how many times

promised;

fears and tears

streak across our

countenances like

dust bowls in the mid west

during the peak of summer;

skies yield out good fortune

and steal away promises,

but they never betray the

mother that feeds them.

15Aug14

Reveille

before me
you stand
draped
with a silk
cloth,
almost
transparent
in the light,
with your
hands
by your side
and
your feet
slightly parted,
you
glisten
from the water
beading
on your breasts
as erect
nipples
betray
and your
quivering
suggests a
formal declaration
of anticipation.

15Aug14

Previously

 down the hallway

in the house

of my previous life

I walk,

remembering

with hesitation that,

which was not done

as it should have been;

and from,

this learning observation,

an awareness grows,

seeing

for the first time

myself, as I

was when I was before...

before the memory

of the hallway

in the house

of a previous life

was ever created.

15Aug14

Of Sorts

how much of me
is in you,
I wonder...
how much was I
able to
influence you,
I wonder...


my muses are seen
ever so easily,
but, you are
faint and distorted,
and could
easily disappear
if...


I were to blow
on you;
and,
there is always
a last time
that points
in the direction
in which
we say goodbye,
but,
this too
I wonder...

14Aug14

Rituals

a coolness penetrates the
virgin morning as if her
nightly tease was not enough
to hold back and we are
plunged head first into a new day,
filled with choices and diversions,
holding us down and back
and controlled once again,
until the night frees us from
our misguided ritualistic sins.

14Aug14