Saturday, October 25, 2014

Self Deceived

“Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”
- Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov  


Coming from nowhere, appearing within,
Came a thought born in weakness
It wore a disarming grin
Innocent at first, it seemed to be all true
I believed the thought as it was
It seemed nothing I could do
As in a wild fire, all the facts would burn
Self deception at its best

Makes it impossible to learn 


Monday, October 20, 2014


“A certain recluse, I know not who, once said that no bonds attached him to this life, and the only thing he would regret leaving was the sky”Kenko Yoshida

Find this one, lock this one, cold, my heart runs around,
flicking off switches
Hurry be swift

Quick slam the door, locking the windows,  
hoping you don’t hear me
Hurry be swift
No I wont come out, I’m staying in, quit calling me. 
So many switches,
Hurry be swift
Disconnect, follow these impulses, block the thoughts, 
they lead me out
Hurry be swift
Damn the lights, I forgot, turning off the lights, 
closing the blinds, pull the phone
Hurry be swift
There must never be another, never again, I must hide,  
protecting the remains,
Hurry be swift
Finally dark, all alone, no one knowing where I’ve gone, 
I'm the recluse, go away
Hurry be swift 

Also published in: Broowaha


Tuesday, October 14, 2014


I like to include a woman's perspective on the subject matters addressed in this blog, and in light of this consideration I give you this entry composed by Jennifer Hester and published in the Posse's Lair, enjoy!
Not about the color of his eyes
The weight of his stare
pushed her back
pressing her will against the sheets
her eyes crushed close
an attempt to obliterate the heat

She wrote
not about his lips
the way they
to hold some shy secret
brushing temptation
pulling back
evoking her appetite
she believed starvation
would eat her alive

She wrote
not about the battles they repeated
with wet skin
fingers clasped and limbs
Their warrior cries and
hushed urgings
the inevitability of death
a quiet relief that held
only until
war was incited once more

What she did write
the sadness
the annihilation of reason
that completely devoured her head
How unreasonably
her ego
stood down
refusing to protect her
banished to the emotional
unable to
talk herself out of his charms

I suppose this is the reason
she didn't want to write

Sunday, September 28, 2014

My Name Is Not Pain

“If people refuse to look at you in a new light and they can only see you for what you were, only see you for the mistakes you've made, if they don't realize that you are not your mistakes, then they have to go.” ― Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free 

When as a child with innocent ears
I heard my name with violent tears
Then known as a child abused
My name whispered one being used
Older and with children of mine
My name was called all the time
Years went by and then I left home
My name became as one unknown
Later in life the blooming occurred
A name of mine was an addiction slur
An old man now an ancient in days
My name is now what I make it say
In a bold unwavering voice I pray
My name will never again be pain


Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Love is a Tyrant

The following is an article by a talented writer, SZU. " Love’s not a tyrant; lovers are; My heart's a proof-with its shining scars." Enjoy.

Recently an active exchange of poetic responses began between a friend and I. He wrote this beautiful one and sent it my way...and that's how it began

When storms have raged and passed away
Can gentle calm succeed?
I sleep to ease a troubled mind
Sleep is the friend
that I need…
With these few words I speak my mind
You in this, a quest will find
My quest is clear…seek it out
Love is a tyrant…when in doubt

I got an instant inspiration; and i wrote down the following words in response:

This storm is here for eternity,
o trace of calmness can I see…
No sleep, no rest can soothe my mind
No friend can bring me glee…
This unending quest kills me everyday,
I can’t reach where I want to be…
This doubt can be tyrant I know,
Still this love shall be a part of me…

We appreciated each other's work and then obviously forgot about it. And just today when I was having my lunch; I got another set of couplets from him in response to what I wrote a week back:

Your storm once raged and passed away,
And the gentle calm did succeed
You slept and eased a troubled mind
Yet now sleep is the friend I need
In those few words you spoke your mind…
…and yet I was so lost, dumb and blind…
Your love’s still a tyrant, there’s no doubt
I’m lost and confused; my soul wants out…

So I just decided to post all the three poems on my blog. But as i am typing here; I can sense the birth of yet another response to his (above written) it goes..

Why live in the memories of that storm?
That was
a reality once...but now its gone…
And why depend on a gentle calm?
And why not make your wounds, you
r balm?
Sleep- if dreams are where you belong…
Sleep - if that fake world makes you strong!
Don’t be lost,
because they won’t find you
Don’t think much
because those thoughts might blind you…
Love’s not tyrant; lovers are;
My heart's a proof - with its shining scars.

Also published in Broowaha 


Saturday, September 20, 2014

Ballad of the Slinger

“There was no 'I' in team, but there was meat in team. And we were all dead meat.”
Jennifer Lane,

"and after much thought he said to me...I know your don't have any game and that's your game..."  -  da man wit dreads


you know dat

You hit me hard and I took my licks
You gave me hard and expected bricks
You studied me and gave me ninety-nine
percent you thought I would lose my mind
You told me I put you up the ladder
with Colombians you countin' cheddar
You played the game with our soul
thought my women would leave me low
But I saw what you were gonna do
I was ahead of your game yeah ahead of you
You look and fretted while the money flowed
at the very end it wasn't you I owed
With halting eyes you knew it was done
played the game without game you knew I won

the game without game you knew I won

Thursday, September 11, 2014

The One

“You are not the world, but you are everything that makes the world good.”
Kiera Cass, The One

I feel you all, touching, grabbing, holding
so why you? Your tongue, your caress
I feel you all, pulling, forcing, trying
so why you? Your eyes, your touch
I feel you all, flicking, tricking, maneuvering
so why you? Your breath, your sigh
I feel you all, holding, pushing, exciting
so why you?, your tingle, your rush?

I've seen broken, I've seen distressed
so why you? Your peace, your calm
I've seen heartache, I've seen pain
so why you? Your peaceful easy feeling?
I've seen desperation, I've seen panic
so why you? Your gentle, your easy
I've seen disgust, I've seen chaotic
so why you? Your taste, your violation?

Monday, September 1, 2014

Good Morning - A royal awakening for a lover

“I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened.”
J.R. Ward, Lover Awakened

Alas, she wakens with breath so sweet that all words long to be formed by her delicious lips. What better way to both live and die than in the mouth of one so delectable...soon I will follow them into your caves of pleasure...I find all paths of your perfumed delight leading to home....

I know what will take you from the nether regions of rest my love, I need but spend an hour with your body that responds with eagerness against my flicks of hunger and your passion will run on this beard, while your legs struggle to support the reality that you have not gone to heaven yet, you only visited there by my invitation...

Saturday, August 16, 2014

The Assassination of Love

"Never permit a dichotomy to rule your life, a dichotomy in which you hate what you do so you can have pleasure in your spare time." - Pablo Picasso 


It's not possible for addiction and love to live together very long before they attack one another. Addiction to self, to substances, to work, to anything, will soon drain from love its very life and leave the shell of an empty relationship as evidence of the crime. Love rarely is able to defend itself from such an attack. Tragically the perpetrator isn't found till long after the crime has been committed.  Many are the deaths love has suffered at the hands of the fiend of addiction. Do your lover a favor, quit now while you still have love breathing between you.

Related Post: Still

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Glory Undone - A woman succumbs to vice

"She's not happy about the life she is living but to jump through the hoop would mean to succumb to death." - Kit Williams


I saw her give up and fall to addictions vice...

Your legs splayed in graphic way
Wanting to leave this world, come and play
Scoring your hits under the dark world
Flying, inhibition burned in a pink pearl
Reaching to touch your body magnificent
I'm held at bay by your habit's descent
Changed from a fondled object of desire
Picking at your curves that soft skin on fire
Tears they are my lover as you fade from sight
Pleasure was ours until you hid in your night”
- Nightfall, D.M.W. Sager

Glory is undone as the softness turns to a melted waste of surrender

Gone is the shine from the jewel of your womanhood

Shame now clothes a golden soul tarnished by wantonness

Laying down your fight as your thoughts of peace fall with fear

What's left now that you gave your glory to another?

Stained garments of unusual color adorn your nakedness

Dive into the murky river as it flows away

Perhaps your deeds will not settle on your life
Pressing back the past, recover your glory undone.

Also published in Broowaha Magazine