Heart Stopper
 

Precipice

Sad little moments bring forth such pathetic drips of drama.
I seek the base for my displeasure.
Is it only that I have to try?
Or is it that I have to compete for importance with the unreal?
Soon, it would have been a year.
Now, it could have been forever.
Lost time, lost thoughts.
No way to get those costs back.
Was, as they say, the Juice worth the Squeeze?
This is a difficult query.
I can remember the light, shining from loving eyes.
And I can remember the contentment.
The peace.
The Faith.
Memories now mocking in the face of childish arguments.
Hurtful slashes of tongues and indifference.
The worst cold is the one following the searing heat.
To know that this is dying or dead.
Feeling the void in solitude lined bed.
You want to know the very bottom trouble?
That I know I will be just fine.
That I know I will forget.
That I know already.
All along.

Indulgence. 

Fork in the Head

Hey, Baby, Let’s Get Fucked Up!
And don’t you worry about the sin and filth.
We have all the wasted spaces to wash and scrape.
Grime of hope and loss settles on the still thinkers,
So grab your need and bring it to the rhythm-walled glass house.
Get that highly evolved sex-plant out into the hissing night.
Sprayed excitement. Contrived joviality.
Line-ups. Crowds. Noise. Drunks.
Another night slips by in the fog.
That’s all. Yet we care.
All we need is an excuse to give a shit.
To all a Happy New Years Night.
Get laid as you fight,
The gnawing knowledge of the approach of the morn.
And leave the Used broken and torn.
Where’s my waitress……?

Lets play hide the North Pole 

Latenight Cheer

To get to her room, you have to walk the darkness of her hall.
I heard this from another, as might have you.
Even if it isn’t original, the feeling still breaks raw.
There are challenges in life we imagine instead of meet.
Some we create when it would seem impossible to fail.
Show a little faith,
There’s magic in the night.
Slipped away again, but foolish powerful brains rumble with my heart.
Will distance make the cracks meld or flail?
Can a pause jump ahead of the block?
Tune in next week, true believers…

Now, to a thought more merry: I hope all have a happy, safe, and special Holiday.
With friends and family near, even if only in your heart.
And, of course, Rock On!

Don't eat the snow where the Huskies go. 

Smooth Holiday

Snow moves through the spaces once kept by others.
Bright eyes and misty music corner the lost.
And into a shadowed cold-floored abattoir of lost thoughts,
Fall and stager our blemished baying dreams of summer lust.
Remember that touch?
Can you still see the amazement?
If you let it, your mind will let you again know.
All of the places you felt and flowed.
That which changes us never leaves us.
Good and bad, we are the libraries of our feats.
The echo of skin and the pull of nails,
Bared teeth, all with faded illumination.
Only needing the application of observance.
To relight the glories.
I want to be Haunted by the Ghost of your Precious Love.

Sharing the Fun 

Recovering Butthead

As the times shift to the next a secret little gift is found.
In admitting the wrongs done and accepting the guilt.
Honest regret.
Not all happiness births from smiles.
And not all sadness should be avoided.
Some of the most pleasing and important
Of moments
Come form
A trembling lip.
Bright new days.

Burning Ring Of Fire 

Final Fantasy Steals Women

Love is like a burning fire!
It blazes and blisters all that come near.
But without its hot light
We are but cold huddled forms.
And the flames dance so pretty,
When this love lights up your face.

Broken Hearted Beauty 

Windy Feelings.

Special moments move so fast.
The good ones that build,
That we hope will all last.
Some of the sad times roll on.
And mad times burn long.
But the final end fray
Will be all won
By the Heart
Willing
To Try
Again.
Favorite.

Chimpanzee Dreams 

No Pieko. No Smiles.

See the little Chimpanzee?
He don’t look too happy, do he?
Maybe he banana got all squishy.
Maybe he little tree all fall down.
But the little Chimpanzee, he is still up and a waving.
He still a thinking.
And he still a looking.
Big Chimpanzee eyes.
Hoping as they peep.
From tree to tree and all around.
He looking hard for he tree.
He looking for he home.
Warm and safe and all like he knows.
He misses he tree.
Poor little Chimpanzee.

Helping Hand 

Empty Falsehoods

It’s no big deal.
Get a couple of things wrong.
Slip of the tongue.
Trip of the feet.
Burp of the brain.
‘kinks in the armor’ and cracks in the heart.
But is no big deal.
And it is Nothing New.

PS: ‘Walk the Line’ rocked!

When the style runs High. 

Strange Love

I couldn’t post for a while. This is what I meant to post:

Are you going to bark all day, little doggie, or are you going to bite?
Sometimes nothing says it better.
And to think, this has all happened before.
Want generates hope.
And then the belief.
Forgetting to be hesitant.
Not remembering to stay angry.
Absent-mindedly dreaming.
But don’t worry.
The real thing will always slap you awake.
How apt.
Lest we forget.
The foggy form of memory adjustment isn’t in my plan.
So many interesting people.
All those dark eyes and smiling invites.
Most, if not all, would be better.
Right?
They can’t be worse. Not all of them.
Right?
Somewhere there has to be courtesy and class.
Right?
And to whom it may concern in the ether;
I think the Headstones put it right:
Fuck You.

Now, as I can post again I had to decide if these thoughts were still relevant. But also, based on my views on censorship, especially self-censorship, I let it roll. I reflected on it, too. The thoughts and feeling that fostered these words had changed, as was expected. But the funny thing was how fast they had done one full reversal, sort of switched back and now my feelings all over the place.
I feel mad. Not angry (well, maybe a little, and not really sure why, which makes it disturbing. I think I am just tired-full body and full soul- tired, but also I let myself get worked up about nothing, which seems to be something new). Just mad. Insane. Like some lazy version of manic.
It is in these moments that time plays tricks on your mind. And dreams, hopes, worries and fears all sit at the same table.
At least I can mentally puke on this little blog when I feel like it. And wander around the others, so many, with new perspectives or shared shadows. It is a nice thing to be able to mix one’s own thoughts and ideas with those of others. Of yours. With those of the minds that type thoughts wide with wonder and energy. A pity I allow myself to be too busy to read everything out there.
And I am done.
Rock on.

Wamth of Flesh 

Love and Hate

Making Friends 

Future Boom

This cool evening finds the thoughts cool as well.
Better than the frantic and fury filled wonderments.
Seeming unrelated splashes of karma are joining.
The flesh needs to be formed.
The blood needs to move.
And the heart has to sigh.
Relaxation of damnation.
Fun times. On the cuff.
Beauty of happiness.
I can feel the fingers tickle my spine.
And I see a future.
I just can’t see it all.
Like driving into the sun.
Late in the day after work.
Feeling free and positive.
Just trusting in the road to turn, as you want it to.
And smiling.
Killer cuties mark the way.
Their eyes charge the day.

Lovely and Sure 

Break Thought

Permission was given.
By the wickedest of women.
Asked again, only lightly.
Viewed from outside, it might seem ugly.
A mix of luxury and pornography.
But to the one so afflicted,
It was simply the best.
A need never known wanted.
Or a dream, easily forgotten.
Smiling lies and ignorant abuse.
Yet in the light the heart still clicks.
And it the morning, the flesh still meets.
Bring out your Dead.

Blatant Boobies!  

Hungry in the Head.

Funky.
Like a low flash James Brown.
And all of it good.
All of it smooth.
Crazy happy screams.
Free formed.
Just wait ‘till those pins are all lined up.
The expected destruction for fun.
The easiest drug is fatigue.
With a come down welcomed.
Candles and night shadows.
But the dice keep rolling on.
Brain boogie.
Young cuties smile.
Passing by.
It is so easy to forget to worry.
To be safe in the fire.
To not miss the sounds or sun.
Meeting the minutes in-between the ticks.
What can possibly touch your heart?
When the yells are like leather.
Reaction.
Need.
Sprung from another’s tears.

�We're not worthy!� 

Behind Blue Eyes

Blank stretched brain.
Open and hungry.
Old times and old loves.
Why are these floating up?
Through all the crap.
Under the booze.
Behind the urges.
Away from the doubt.
So much time spend forgetting.
Relenting.
Finally.
But they smile.
And they mock, almost.
Instead, it tempts the heart.
Somehow everything is ok.
It is almost silly.
Chances and second chances.
The brain needs to rest.
Dreams need to play.
And I got to get away from insanity.

Heartless 

Vision Twist

Simple pleasures meet in the open.
I can’t remember if I have forgotten, or just don’t care.
Or ever did.
But I feel something nice.
Even in the rotten, broken little core.
I feel the near paradoxal overflow of possibility.
Freedom the like of which undreamed.
Me thinks the Lady doth protest too much.
And even if there was nothing bad,
Doesn’t mean there was nothing wrong.
Get it?

"Oh, but I can......" 

Burn In Hell.

Just for once.
If only for a little bit.
Maybe no longer than it takes to forget a dream.
I just want to really believe.
Not want.
Not hope.
Not wish.
But to believe.
To feel something unquestioning.
To be free of the doubts.
To have them not turn out right.
To see her smile
And not hear my brain warn of lies.
To reach out and not hesitate
Waiting to be rejected
Or worse, half caressed.
Like a talk show host hug-n-kiss.
All smiles once the camera is on,
Once the roll is in play.
And after, behind the scene,
It is diluted intelligence and selfish laughter.
Flesh once so hot now a scar. A burn.
And passion.
Dire Passion.
Lost.
Luster of broken luxury.

Pure. 

Sun heated Thought

A little jerk once told me this;
There is more to life than strangely boiled eggs.
And there is more to the music than the beat.
But since we are only here to dance, who cares?
Sometime you can see the unreal.
Out of the corner of your eyes in the daytime,
Or across the dented bar in the late night-light.
Seeking something unselfish.
In me or in another.
Happiness in the moment.
Contentment with what you have.
Realizing the good instead of creating the vile.
Above all else, Purity.
Even in a whore, a storm or a faked crazy laugh.
Bringing to the surface the smile
The morning sun takes away our lies.
Most of those traps are imagined.
Some give and some take.
Predator and prey. Life.
The real trick is figuring out which.

Getting there. 

I met R2

Spacey and wasted and all this just keeps going.
I went away and have returned.
I got to shake the hand of high-level nerd.
Said Hi the friends and blood.
Maybe had a bit too much fun.
But I survived and like I said,
A Rex might stick around for some really great head.
Really.
Sleepy eyes.
Just good to reach out and actually feel something there.
Cool breezes in the night.
Perky skin just oh-so tight.
And nothing but the moon to race with now.
I like the ride.
And I need the distance.
The view from the effort rocks.
Slip me a dream.

"Are you going to pull those pistols or whistle Dixie?" 

Happy Calm

I had some time away, to think and feel and play.
Before I felt a bit out of sorts, making trouble for my soul without it being needed.
I had some cool little thoughts of hungry cars waiting at night-cloaked traffic lights,
Thoughts of cute little pieces of meet thinking they were playing a game instead of just being a toy, and of flashy moments in a closed used car sales lot, when the show is over and just the streamers remain.
But then I hit the road, and made new thoughts. Happier. Cleaner.
Sure, things were not all roses and wet folds, but I feel better than I have in a while.
Maybe it was the smiles. Maybe it was the miles.
Jumping off the heights and feeling the timelessness of honest fun loving fear.
The Vroom Vrooming and the bumps.
But the mean streak has also taken a vacation.
So all is good.

Blue Whispers 

Sweet Sweat.

Movements of your body make memories in my mind.
If I could hold you now, I would crush you close.
Under me, you’d find your place in the world.
Seeing you and hearing you excites and induces.
I wonder if you’ll taste as I dream.
Lust mixed with a hint of class.
And I watch you act.
Slow and intoxicating.
You tease and fade from my senses.
Never a moment where you are free from my thoughts.
Or that my body forgets your allure.
Wraiths of passion play out scenes in my head.
X-rated love filled twister on a bed.
You don’t even have to say yes.
You only have to not say no.
Trust me.
I’ll do all the rest.

New Desktop! Hubba Hubba Hubba!!! 

Dreaming in sweat.

A sunny day filled with words.
Two wrongs do not make a right,
But sometimes justice does come knocking loud enough to wake you up.
To the beach, maybe.
Watch the pretty little things.
Shed their skins and dance under the burning fire.
But there are things that need to be done.
Fun has to wait.
But even then there is the anticipation.
Almost as good.
With freedom of will comes action.
With action, you can bend reality.
Or close you eyes next to something too good to be true.
And wake up next to something you can believe in.
I know that the days and nights ahead will be new.
I still hold dear the memories and feelings.
But now I want to be wanted again.

Dreaming in the Dark. 

Split Spider Spit.

Another time in the obvious spaces.
Full of driven thought, only to have it pale with indifference
There are some real pricks in the world.
I mean, what do they think this is?
Bumped into a couple of web erotic types.
But I failed to track them down.
Actually, I just didn’t try.
But does it matter?
No. Not in and of itself.
But in the right light, everything glows.
Not much on the brain, so not much to say.
Just wandering and floating.
Just wondering and foaming.
Just pissed off about not giving a shit.
But that is a clue to what is or isn’t important.
A hint as to what to seek and what to eject.
And we all got that wanderlust in us, if only to ignore.
So lets all get lost in the webs.

Waiting and Wanting 

Licking my Brain

I see an image.
The mental clouds of the day shift and part.
Before me is a wet dream image filling me up with need.
Daring eyes, hiding the real truth.
But smiling more than her sin painted lips.
Her hair, free and wild. Like a storm I want to ride.
Delicious skin and porn star nails.
Her neck draws me first.
But I am carnal, and I feed on the whole view.
Slim, sexy and well formed.
She’s made to play.
I start to imagine how easily I’ll move her.
Sweet breasts in some hinting lingerie
The form flows lower, drawing me close.
The part I know I need is still not shown.
I’ll tear my way to it. To her.
And her sweet ass, wonderfully displayed.
Then the legs shock their way into my mind.
My body tightens to their silky smooth encasing.
Touched off with heels to kill.
I see this.
But my mind clouds again.
And just wanting isn’t enough,
To make steam from my flame.
Only the flesh made slave will free my blood.
And I will use and take and serve.
The day means nothing without its dark side.
And smiles and thinking are fakes without the kiss.

Pick.