Almost....Christmas!!!

Friends and Family, close and safe.
Laughter and good food.
Time to enjoy the special moments.
The year comes to an end.
I know I misspent mine.
I let some closeness fade.
But things will be wonderful.
You’ll see.
I wish the best to all.
Smiles with sparkling eyes.
Muffled laughter mix with
Little Dreams.
And I hope everyone remembers
That everyday we have a choice
To relive the past, worries and wrongs
Or to shine in the Now,
Like shameless sky stars.
Charging into the future
That we make to meet.
Merry times.

Winter is Here. aka Great Ass

Summer has left. The pleasurable heat touch of the sun. The long legs in little short on Skin Garden road. The sand. The sights. Now is ice and cool winds.
I wonder if this is symbolic or something, because I am feeling more like that is what is happening to my wandering ways. Those times leaving, and in their stead an urge to be warm against the cold. To cuddle and rest, finally. To, well, relax. Or try to.
Maybe. Maybe. But, in the same way ice leaves again and snow melts, so fades these quiet moments. Or they have in the past. It would be interesting to see what life is like in contentment.
So much beauty in a sexy smile.

Dragon

The trailing heat of last nights dreams still play on my imagination.
Shadows of the past came to dance and tease, reminding me that not all is here.
Not all is now.
The fantastical has always held a meaningful draw in the near woken wonders.
Thoughts being stronger. Short waves in thunderous storm cast clamor.
Moving chances.
Staggering hopes.
Wiggling crushes.
Slamdanced love.
I just can’t really see it all.
But that doesn’t stop the looking.

Part of the Problem or Part of the Solution. Choose.

Caring has its own true and simple magic.
Overflowing with the surprising release
Of pent up tension, strain, and disgrace
In your hidden corners of thoughts and heart
When you try to help another’s tears
Fall softer.
Yet there are still other tears
I turn away from.
Right or wrong, that is cold.
I just won’t fake hoping.
I have turned away from
Smiles, too.
Which is strange, and one of the many
Things I just don’t understand.
I know a few things.
And I see them stretch far into Time.
Endless truths, tumbling in the night.
I wish I could make things
Good.

Thoughts on a Sunday

OK
Big bad world out there didn’t get me this time.
Simple fun times and entertaining nothingness.
I have a creative itch that I am just not scratching.
Y’ know?
Can’t quite reach it.
So I am gonna keep on trying.
Even if it never gets got.
All the Cave is a stage. And each of us must Roll his part.


A sad Little Thing. Wish things had been better.
Funny, as that would probably make my view brighter.
Fucked up to say. Worse to feel.
Different good and bad for different folk.
I like being alone or being tired.
Others like noisy crowds.
I have troubles with buying milk.
Really.
Messsssssssed Up!


So, we all walk our own way, to nearly the same place
And we call it life.
As long as I get to listen to interesting sounds
And touch some Pleasures
Now and Then
Everything should end up about
OK

What can You say?

Really.

Those Eyes...

The Wrong can draw and tease.
Temptations understood.
Succulent sin.
I feel violent.
Not in an angry way.
Just sort of Ready.
Which, of course, I’m not.
Not the tough guy,
Though I sometimes play one
On TV.
This urge is not just for
Roughness.
But more to make things
Vibrant.
The way they are when
The situation is not safe
When the comfort level is gone
You have to react to changes.
Bad times.
Bad girls.
Bring ‘em on!