Lone Wolf

in the center of my vision
is a bright light...
surrounding the bright light
are spears of light emanating
outward forming a sphere
twice as large as its original,
three dimensional qualities
it displays rather than the 
two dimensions of my window,
I see darkness all around
except for the reflection in
the window of whatever is in
front of it at the time...
the contents of the room is in
a state of flux and changes
just like the sphere I saw...
except no, no longer within
my field of vision...
both doors open up onto a 
sunroom whose contents 
cannot be seen due to the
reflections in the glass, but
it's still known the room exists,
my eyes stray from side to side
hoping to see what my mind
has conveyed to them...
it is a interesting exercise - 
trying to recreate sight when
sight no longer exists and there
is not proof that it actually did.

February 29. 2024

Backwards Glancing

age only escapes our defenses when old
never when are young and foolish,
looking back on a life hastily lived,
believing all would be different if other
choices had been made, second guessing
the ones we made as if second chances
were given out with a death certificate,
influences and attitudes, preconceived
ideas and circumstances were to blame
for our choices and would be made again
the same way they were the first time
unless conditions around us changed...
we see what we want to see and hear 
what we want to hear and oftentimes
believe what we want to believe but we
cannot change the past nor can we change
the rules that govern the past...  the exact
moment we blinked our eyes, our present
became our past and our immediate 
future temporarily became known...
life will always be that way until there
is no more life to live...  our decisions
are nanoseconds in time, and not really
much different than having to eat the
meal that we ordered in a previous past.

February 29, 2024

Stuck In Between

a transition month March is

where flowers bloom and
grasses grow...  it a a month
temperature fluctuations, 
where cold for a few days
then warm as July...  it is a
month of pollen and allergies,
sneezing, coughing, and noses
that beath with difficulty...
it is a month of layering clothes
and sleeping longer hours than
previously expected...  a time
where food tastes not like it
should nor cooks the way it
needs to be as everything works
as if it is in the wrong dimension;
it is a month for fools and poets
who write about its merits, even
thought they are few and very
far in between - too far in fact
to make the rhythm connection,
it is a time to sit on porches
before the humidity kicks in,
and it is a time to talk long
walks along paths before the
insets invade our spaces...
this month belongs neither to
winter nor spring as it stands
alone without any friends of
which to speak, not does it want
any due to its unpredictability.

February 28, 2024

Our Illegals

it is an invisible line that separates

one side from the other...  it is
across this line that thousands cross
every day without repercussions,
they come with their families and
they come by themselves...
they come without any skills and
without knowing the language,
some are rapists and murderers
some are thieves while others 
suddenly released from prisons,
they come without money and
just the clothes on their backs
but they all claim they are here to
participate in a better life...   none
of these travelers come with any
immunizations and none were
vetted once they crossed the line,
in slums they lived before and in
slums they will live again,,,  but,
more importantly no one on the
other side of the line wants them
to be here...  their children are
put into schools as that is the law
but they are unable to learn since
the words they speak are different,
the countries from which they came
did not send their best and brightest,
and our leaders know not what to do
with them all...  asking citizens to let
them stay in their homes and east their
food until decisions are made...  we call
these migrants illegals because they
broke the law when they crossed the
invisible line and knew what they were
doing - it made no difference to them
nor would any of our laws that they
chose not to follow...  and, when the
light go out at one, we sleep with one
eye open just in case they are outside.

February 28, 2024

Retrieval

at the feet of the guardian, her sword lies
quickly glancing at its location,
she spins to the left...  then to the right...
avoiding her opponent's blade...
a taunting smile appears on her face
her eyes fixed and loaded with contempt,
she bends, avoiding another blade
the flips her body upright while at the
same time scooping up her weapon,
landing behind his carelessness...
as she spins...  so too does the warrior
putting the front side of his body
in direct contact with the razor sharp
blade, almost splitting his body in half;
his surprise prevents the silent scream
caught in his throat...  his eyes bulge
from the pressure inside...  a lifeless
body crashes down on the hard soil;
she wastes no time with a smile nor
does she await the arrival of his friends
bursting into the courtyard...
with a look to the sky and outstretched
arms, the ship above retrieves her.

February 27, 2024

Writer's Words

words flow freely from

the mind to the paper

a journey sometimes or 

completed in a few minutes,

the themes varies as does

their meanings...   still,

it is up to the reader to

imagine what they will...

simple words, cleverly 

placed on each line offers

a window into the author,

yet oftentimes misleading

as there is no purpose and

no meaning to convey,

other than retrieving these

words from whence they

had first originated...

a fool's tale told repeatedly

with different words and

different phrases and a few

different meanings, tells a

different story than did its

predecessor...  and the words

wrongly interpreted takes

the reader down a road of

unanticipated expectations,

second guessing the words

and from which corner of

one's imagination did they

germinate before blooming.

February 27, 2024

OWNED

on my hands and knees, I am told to get

her voice is sweet and seductive...

in front of me she stands, straddling my head

the scents of female excitement permeates

my senses, causing a state of arousal...

she bends over and tightens my neck collar,

unclasping the leash, she used to bring me here,

in a sultry voice she orders me to place my

head upon the floor and stretch out my arms,

encouraging me to spread my knees wide apart,

a chill runs down the spine of my naked body

my genitals hang down, shrinking as the 

cold air rushes all around me, and a dry

throat makes it difficult to swallow...

she positions herself behind me and in 

between my legs as her swaying breasts

light graze over my shaved, exposed cheeks,

a mixture of oil and Vaseline is rubbed all

over my bottom, fingers with trimmed nails

probe deeper and deeper inside me, rotating

around in a effort to relax the muscles...

a soft, rubbery object is inserted, penetrating

as if I were a female in heat - her breasts rest

on my lower back as she lays upon me and

both arms reach around to stroke and milk

my enlarged manhood, occasionally using

one hand to pinch and twist my nipples until

I cry out in pain and passion...  movements

increase as my mistress senses I am getting

closer to orgasm and when my climax arrives,

she flips me over and mounts me like a man.

February 26, 2024 

 

Renting Laments

morning tumbles into the pocket of 

my mind quite easily at night when
sleep eludes me and my breathing
become more difficult than imagined,
the sights and sound of darkness
surround me like a coffin fitted with
the skill of a hand-tailored suit...
the souls of many, the thoughts of
but a few penetrate me as might
happen to lovers separated longer
than the agreed upon time and oh
so fortunate to be given privacy in
the back of a star's limousine...
cries from deep within the belly of
our secret love give pause to those
who forced us together, and when
the learned scholars learn of their
mistake, we will be long gone and
hiding in someone else's fantasies
who had requested our services but
who had been put on a waiting list.

February 25, 2024

Regretted Love

down from the walls we remove
all photos of the one with whom
we wanted to build a future...
extracted from our memories are
the fantasies we had together of
a life that was too good to be true...
pleasure follows pain and the
agony of the past causes pleasure
with the mistakes we almost made;
an outward beauty hides the beast
inside unleashed when there were
no witnesses to observe...  kindness
follows hate and bitterness reminds
of the brief interlude with fear and
the mental castration that only a 
few choice words can create, if 
and when used repeatedly...  eyes
penetrated the truth hanging over
us like some religious cross waiting
to be junked into the hole, upon
which our love would be crucified,
until the blood of memories no
longer dribbled out of our thoughts,
as hollow as our fake love, that lived
between us like a bamboo fence...
rings adorned our fingers symbolizing
our submission to each other, turning
our fingers green with envy at the
prospect of being free...  an illusion
of it all was better than being alone.

February 25, 2024

A Dysfunctional Family

waves of regret flow through my
consciousness as family begins
their assault on my past, blaming
me for all those inherent problems
we had when we were children...
abdicating any responsibility for
their actions accusing me of a
vicious control of their behavior;
I wonder who was controlling who
either as children or as adults since
it is they who hold all the cards of
grudges backing me in a corner to
apologize or be kicked out of all
future family gatherings...  my mind
reels at the thought they believe the
venom that is spewed between their
parsed lips as if self-righteousness
is now in control of their actions...
torture me as you will, brother and
sister dears, since I have no desire
to kiss the rings of your new wealth.

February 25, 2024