Don't Forget those Rebels

I don't like the name tag between your toes.
I don't like the snot running out of your nose.
I don't like the stains on your pantyhose - just your cold stiff body when I hold you close.

I love rigor mortis when it just sets in.
I know where you're goin' I don't care where you've been.

A pillow in a coffin's just as good as a bed and baby how I love it when you fuck me dead.
Baby how I love it when you fuck me dead.

Every new girl's another three day affair.
I got to be gentle not to pull out your hair.

It really doesn't matter if she's gray haired and old.
It really doesn't matter if she's too young and cold.

Smiling in emergency a drag your O.K.
I'd rather make it with you when you're DOA.

Lying there stiff when it's time to play.
I can't wait till the undertaker goes away.

Hanging upside down when you're getting drained.
S&M pleasure on the wall when you're chained.

When you splatter love juices still remain and baby how I love you when you fuck me dead.
Baby I love it when you fuck me dead.

Baby, baby, I'll hold you close.
Quick, quick before you decompose.

Baby how I love it when you fuck me dead.
Baby how I love it when you fuck me dead.
Baby how I love it when you fuck.

Ma!

A day for all to thank the one who made them happy and safe
To share the love in their heart that has been able to grow
From the seed planted by a magic connection
And for some, maybe a time to reflect what it means to live
For the needs of someone else, innocent and new
And not for their own small-mindedness.

Love you, Mom.
And all you Moms.
Doing it right.
Bringing the light.
Shine and sparkle.

Works out Perfectly

It can hurt how good things can be.
Jumps up on you, smacking you down.
The sudden gripping awareness
That what you thought was sweet
Was just a hint.

The opposite can fill your time as well
Your problems and your pain
Can become a soothing little note
Familiar and constant in the background
Never far from reach.

All the wanting and all the wishing
The time spent worrying or hiding
None of it alters or saves you from the moment
That you have to live in
That you have to live.

Shifting Still

Release, bringing the crashing seas
With their honest needs
Broken hearted fools
Bent on their own illusions

Guess they can’t see the peace
Over there, waiting
As it has always been
Classy and true

I used to live in the spaces
Between the acts
The small and mighty moments
Made all the better by the rest

The paths lead to many ends
I will steer towards the calm
But ready always to float
In the bubbly bloody red.

Spring Time Return

Pretty little things, swaying and moving

Fun little times, smiling with the rest

Past little chores, better for the effort

Bright and new and ready to go

Some still are captives to their weaknesses

Making some pay a price as well

But I have wandered and now returned

Improved as well

Time for More

Going Home

Just a quick comms burst.
Mostly another attempt to communicate with those who choose not to.
I will be back in Canada mid month, and end of month I will be in Ontario.
Contact me to facilitate plans for The Little Beauty and I to be able to spend time together.

Ok, besides that, it will be so good to be home. This was quite the adventure, but as all good travels, it will end, allowing for some reloading for the next.

I look forward to spending a day and catching up on all the great thoughts and posts I have missed while away.

Rock.
On!

Endings and Beginnings

Wishing for a happy day

Another year to the Little Beauty

Love and Miss you

And Hope that you will be given

What you should already have

Home soon

Onto the next adventure