Run to Scream

I just love that picture.
It looks freeing. Releasing. Needed.
Finally the leash is off.
What do I do with My freedom?
Unlimited toppings.
Yeah. Really.
Like a pig, they all got on.
Sights on a common trek.
Scraggly folk crawl and creak.
They seem to have their own
Kinks.
Weird ones and hot ones out tonight.
That was just seeking a bite.
A little hung over.
From a simple fun.
Such a difference.
From Silly people and their silly games.
Speaking of games
Dice tomorrow.
Wish the Wop was here too.
Not just for checking for traps
And grappling Cat Fiends.
But to see him smile with his kids and his lady.
The others and I will keep the Dice ready!
New capital Hello.
The poor little seaside town trembles in mixed
Anticipation.

Get Down with your Bad Self

Even a name can get you.
Yeah. Like with Shivers and all.
Thoughts, not all memories.
Some just dreams dreamt before.
Others ignored hopes.
Discarded failed plans.
Paths taken only to end before the ride
Got good.
I was out for a bit on the weekend.
And I felt like I hadn’t been out in
Forever.
Strange things flock to you when you react.
Cloaked eyes begging for disrespect.
I am not kidding.
Lost times mingle with half awake notice.
Friends, newer and older.
Beauty, not to fill you with lust,
Rather, to remind you that it exists.
Again, the smiles. Mine too. Free.
Moments change wondering to knowing.
Curiosity to understanding.
Innocence to casual passing.
Now to Then.

Truth in Eyes

“Lay here, a Dream, and rest till the World forgets.”
Yup.
Happy little skipping thoughts.
More chances for new paths.
Peaceful laughter that mocks and calms
The frustrations of life.
Pitiful pettiness is hard to embrace.
Trust and caring might be faded.
But that sound in the background,
A sort of rumble in your bones.
Makes it clear to even chosen ignorance.
That something rounds the corner.
So every time I think I get the larger
Depiction.
The vision gets grander still.
There is Always More.

More.

I heard her.
Someone.
I don’t know who.
But, man, she was getting fucked.
And loving it.
Or at least moaning up a storm.
Maybe she was just a little girl
That thought that was how to act
As she takes the cock.
That almost makes it better.
Or worse, I mean.
Cause as I passed by and
Became caught by the moment
I wanted.
That is the only way to put it.
Honestly.
I have had some fun lately.
Some really needed, too.
But right then I felt ravenous.
For something.
For anything.
New. Bright. Passionate.
Even if an illusion.
Who the fuck cares?
All is façade and shadow.
That is what makes it all so easy to enjoy.
And forget for a while.
Until I heard her.

Hare today, goon tomorrow!

Little bunny foo-foo,
hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice,
and bopping them on the head.

Brutal!
Go get’em, Fufu-nator!
The lives and wisps of chance are dancing around.
Smirking giggle fueled little fuckers
Making me loose my hard worn scowl and smile.
The sun helps.
That heat fills you with freedom as the Jeep rolls on.
I started today with a Hug from someone I barely know.
But it was a nice hug. Hee Hee Hee.
Fairy Tales and Bedtime stories.
Different meanings to some.
Marathon Dice Attempts.
Once common place.
How does that happen?
Things we used to do without meaning to can become
Tasks.
Oh Well.
Boogie Time productions and Cool Sky.
These are the edges to the day.

Feel Free

Life’s not perfect.
Sometimes the Dice just don’t go right.
Even the Sure Things can leave you wanting.
But some things hit right.
Hit true.
Good timing from a call.
Slick tunes rolling in your mind.
A free thought, bright and vicious.
Boiling over.
A smile.
Sweet and energizing.
Bringing it all together.
Reminding that not everything that mattered
Needs to still.
That our wants don’t make the world.
Rather, our choices open the doors.
Be at ease, young world.
That big old Sun still has a lot of shining left to do.
Tears, blood, and doubt all still have to rain.
Only means that life is still clawing.

From Last Night

I drink. I feel it. The endless abandon.
Day to day, the worries, plans, thoughts and cares.
Drifting away.In their place, a calm. The myriad voices internal muted. Left over is the stage on which usually play the facets of Me. There now prance others. The unknown. The yet to see. Another sip. The poison working. Getting high of the neural toxins. Otherwise called booze. Sip by sip. Death. Clarity. Makes me wonder what we see when we forget. I am not endorsing intoxication. No. That is a waste. I am, however, experiencing it.