Traveling weary years on end
I spot red flags as soon as they come around the bend
Not long before it becomes too strong
The feeling convincing me to move along
Does not take much to make me realize
The effort I make no longer worth the prize
I can feel from the start
You never acknowledged my heart
From the very beginning
Much more concerned about who’s winning
Placing you on a higher setting
Only could have ended with me regretting
Bleeding from the past
For me to last.
Another blood letting
I can see the lack of respect for me
Not a child you’re able to bribe, then to treat condescendingly
I do not have these scars
From attending weekend seminars
They are bars
That I have set my standards to
Appears high above you
Who would be reaching for the stars
Like others, you will try
To knock me off this orbit I fly
Knowing if I crashed into you,
You’d explode like the Fourth of July
I’ve become a book that you don’t get to add a chapter
You’ve read enough now you want other’s life to author
At whose expense?
With no recompense.
I won’t be one of your medicines
You’ll have to be shown then recognize alone
My pleasantries are merely to steer you
to persevere thru
All the doubts that you own
Take my kindness not for weakness
My status not as no sickness
Being sick is a testament
My test, my own Mt Everest.
Nevertheless you have your own hills to climb
Further up, some things in store you’ll find
One might be, that you are more blind
And yet,…see things clearly what one’s left behind
From the back seeing that all signs are more defined
Let the light be your guide
Which you can see with the eyes of your mind
Luckily in time,
your own stars have aligned
Only wish I have for you,
Is to be blessed by the Divine
This here, aint no mystery
Life... more or less filled with misery
Babies even cry upon they delivery
Dear God, I pray you deliver me
Not from sins nor from evil but save me from my memory
Please remember me,
Even though I never spent a single moment in your reverie
As I'm judged for eternity,
Please consider me
As if I'm even worthy,
Of every opportunity
Deserving to be
In your heavenly scenery
BRIEFLY, I WAS UNDER THE SPELL OF SORCERY
I was a victim of some treachery
I know I gave in to desires that's earthly
I was only hurting me..
Didn't even have the courtesy
Wanted more for me,
At times I took it forcefully
Ashamed to admit I made gains from another man's mortality
now having me some form of clarity
Which comes as a rarity,
your generosity, blessed me with this charity
Regretfully, remorseful for deeds Ive done wrongfully
No longer is there a cold hearted me,
Something new for me,
this is my uncharted sea
I would sail endlessly
until you've undoubtedly pardoned me.
Presently, I rather things go pleasantly
Please accept my truest apology
Eyes Halfway Open
I know you’re tired.
Your eyes are halfway open but so is your top
I slide my hand in there and I cup you supple tits with their perky nipples.
It didn’t take long to get turned on.
So I tell you to scoot ever so I can spoon you while my hands are under your shirt . You wiggle you butt towards my crotch to get comfy and warm.
Whispering to you how good you feel,
I smell the back of your neck,
I swipe your hair to reveal your ear,
I nibble on your ear lobe.
I take my other hand and untie your pajama strings.
Soon as I touch your navel my cock springs to life.
It’s already hard and ready as if it had something to prove.
I have not forgotten how much I owe you from last night and I’m here to set you free.
How does your clit get so wet? I haven’t even reached your sweet hole.
Will you please come for me tonight?
Let’s pray on it while I rub my finger on your labia splitting them open with my index and middle finger.
Lord, if there’s anything in the following moments we wish for, it is to simultaneously arrive even if we originated from different places.
Let us have that telekinetic experience, let us experience that out of body suprernaturality
Help me please her body soooo good that she might for a split second think about hurting me, but then wouldn’t be able to bring herself to do so.
Help her reactions lift both legs pointing to the sky as she calls out that you’re her god…I’ll give her time to sighhhh
Is she sleeping?
Surely she’d want us both to see this thru.
She grabs on my cock
Tells me to kneel by her head while she’s still comfortably one cold side of the pillow away from catching zzzzzz’s
But she’s got both hands on it now. I love it when she spits. So hot.
She spits a sticky sufficiently produced saliva slathered all over my dick
Oh you want me to straddle your neck?
To fuck your face?
I thought you’d never ask
How could I say no?
I’ve already inconvenienced her sleep, the least I can do is mouthfuck her till she’s content and ready for me enter her tight corridor.
So here I am feeding her the dick with a side of balls on occasion when she deep throat it all the way to the base as she let her eye water a little bit
It may be my cock in her throat or my hands on her neck, but this recently-bloomed-just-got-turned inside-out-woman loves to be asphyxiated.
I’m here to make her feel little tiny deaths as the French described it
My tongue will probe her mouth when my cock breaks the threshold of her pussy
I’ll French kiss her while I usher to these shuddering, trembling, prelude to the death rattle’s not so distant kin.
You’ll die in these arms yet feel alive all at once, if you’ll allow me.
Relax your legs, spread your pussy lips open while I rub the head of my dick around your vagina. I can see it contracting as if it’s begging to be fucked
Promise me you will cum all over my dick
You gonna bless me again with that pussy?
Not another word and you find me filing you up with my hard dick
I’m grabbing your ankles and spreading your legs as far as I can lifting your ass off the bed I put a pillow under your back to expose this one angle
Let me see you drool to the side of you mouth and face so I can lick it up
You like to do things with your tongue and so do I.
So while I place you legs on my shoulders and slamming down hard on you, we’re both busy tongue fighting to see who’s tongue gets suck. Eventually you give in
I let a slow falling spit from my mouth fall into your open mouth
Let me feel your silky cream all over my shaft coz I want to turn it into froth as I continuously keep impailing you.
Where a fine pretty sexy ass like you been all my life? You’re all I could’ve wanted
Can I spoon you?
Can I spoon you in the dark like a pint of ice cream after tiptoeing across a creaky kitchen floor. One bite does not suffice. Clutched, I take you into my room. You’re all for me and mine now.
3 days ago I woke up sweating under my comforter. Ironically because it made me uncomfortably hot. Houston, Texas got that dry heat boy. If I recall, it was bout 10 minutes to 11am and it was already hotter than all outside.
“What in the hell going on?” I was thinking to myself maybe the AC was busted. I didn’t notice from the get go that it was differently quiet. Not until I opened up the fridge to eat some grapes to get the morning taste out mouth. “Damn.” The light in the fridge didn’t come on maybe it was out, but the grapes had condensation on it and that’s when I noticed. Noticed that neither any of the refrigerator’s compressor were kicking in. “I know I paid the goddamn bill.” I went to grab my cellphone to call my moms and it said no service. “Yo...” I said out loud from being frustrated and at the same time uncertain of the situation. This was all happening in a matter of 5 minutes. I flipped the light switch as I was passing the doorway to my bedroom, nothing. Bathroom lights, nothing.
My bathroom window is always cracked open and I can hear my neighbor to the left of me outside their house. I grabbed his attention and asked him about the power if they had any coz then I could hook up to his stuff if I needed anything since I let him use my water during the freeze when theirs was out so we had that kind of understanding. He says, it’s out everywhere. I cut him off and ask him how he knew that. He said, he has a satellite radio that kept fully charged and that he heard the announcement advising people to stay calm and stay home. “Fuck!!! Where my moms at?!!”
Without a word I went inside. I retrieved all my firearms, ammo, gear, first aid kit and place them all within reach. I started loading all my extra clips just thinking the worst. Worried for my family out there at that moment. By then it was bout noon when I was finished getting everything in order for high alert situations.
It’s been 3 days and i haven’t hard from anyone aside from my neighbors. Everyone is on high vigilance. I have food but I haven’t ate anything but only drinking water. I’ve been sleeping a little during the day but I’m used to that. I’ve been wondering if and still weighing the situation if I should be out there looking for my moms but I wouldn’t know where to start. She was out there giving care to some old people. People older than her. She ain’t no spring chicken either but she’s still got some pep in her step. She would have wanted me to stay and keep the fort down.
Hang on a second, I hear a car pulling up into the driveway...
OH MY GOD!!
I can’t believe this shit!!!
I opened the front door with my pistol drawn and it was my mom. She just came back. Not even the slightest worry on her face, she just walk right past me and told me to lock the front door. I’m asking her now, “Where were you?”. Shes not answering. Hang on she’s saying somethin...She just said, “Get out your bible and put down your guns. The latter won’t help you know.” I’m still in shock right now. I think my mom is in shock too or she’s lost it. I’m just go ahead grab my bible so she can feel more relaxed that I’m listening to her. I lit the rest of our yankee candles so she can see but nevermind because her eyes are closed anyway. She’s clutching the Bible close to her chest. Man I'm glad she came back and ok but this is feeling weird.
“What in the world is that ?” What kinda sound...” she just cut me off and told me to kneel and bow my head down. She’s telling me to pray. “Okay, ma”
I’m going to end this entry and pray with my mother. Wait she saying something. I think she said, trumpets?
There’s a world beyond yours. Not in a galaxy far far away. Not in a collection of systems in our own Milky Way. It’s much closer than that. You might think it’s in our solar system, somewhere just right beyond our planet’s atmosphere but you’d be mistaken. Yet from where you stand, it can be considered equally out of reach.
But how could that be the case when it’s much closer than that? So close, yet so far. A span so great that no amount of rocket fuel and modern technology could help you navigate this distance. That destination, is just in our backyard…each of our backyards. And that my fellow man, is YOUR world.
This is my world and you’re just living in it! Is this what it has come to?
In the meantime, someone on the other side of the planet has taken the same kind of attitude. Before it’s said and done, your neighbor, your uncle, your cousin, and everybody in your household including yourself, try to become like God because we’ve created our own little worlds. But we are only made in his likeness, nothing else. He made this whole universe.
In all its grandeur, we belong to a time which is barely but a blip, which I imagine is not even equivalent to our Maker’s blink of an eye.
We are just worlds within a world. The world we create is only an exclusive one that is populated with our own ideals. Ruled by our own beliefs that albeit inhabited by others, our own individual pursuits bear more importance than that of the next man.
This could very well be the reason why there is this inconsiderable distance between all of us. In reality, if one does not acknowledge that intelligent life exist outside of earth, then one doesn’t have a reason to consider any lives but the ones on earth. Yet if someone believes in the existence of other inhabited worlds, they still may feel that it’s so far, making it hard for them to even care about them being there at all.
What more if we scale the universe down into the vast emptiness of our minds even the best of us can have at times? We might not be able to grasp the concept of another world that our neighbor could be living in. Perhaps coz we are too preoccupied with living in ours. Maybe the divide that we so much so created plus the mandated social distance that we have to keep, eventually make it just too unfathomable for us to care.
Could it be that the human race is only trying to compartmentalize? Because we have suffered such a great trauma. But this gap is collectively a result of our actions or the lack thereof and surely it is only we who will be able to bring it back together.
Why can’t we? Should we continue to act like we are light years away from one another? We can’t come to a realization that your world rotates on the same axis as mine? It revolves on the same exact orbit. We are located on the same atlas, much less breathe the same air.
We are mere mortals.
We all came from a womb, made from the same materials as the stars. We were connected in the vacuum of space before we ever came to be in this place. We are all actors in this grand stage we pass thru called life.
We are much closer than we think. We are much more connected than we might feel. Your energy I can feel with words unspoken, if I listen with my heart. If I reach out to you with my soul, I can feel your pain. One day soon, I am hoping for someone to let me welcome them to this world in which I live in. OURS.
As the guest motivational speaker is giving a speech about the qualifications required to be accepted into a prestigious university, he proceeds to drop names of influential people who have attended and graduated from this special place. Meanwhile, I couldn’t care less because I’ve already made up my mind on attending a less prestigious less expensive college.
Out of nowhere one of the teachers who I’ve always found obnoxious starts asking me why I’m not striving to get into this elite educational provider.
He says in condescending tone, “Are you not listening to the speaker talk about this great university? Did you even hear the list of incredible people that this place has produced?”
I respond to him, “I’m sorry... Who?”
He sighs loudly and begins to tell me. He goes, “Well first, the famous Mister”
Before he could finish the sentence I’ve continued mine with one word. I said, ”Cares?”
He was flabbergasted.
5 to 1
Ahem. It’s always on my mind. There’s something about it, something so captivating. I often wonder at what point in time will I ever lose the desire to experience the pleasures of sex. I imagine myself being past the average age of someone when they usually have their highest libido, and still would would have the same craving to have orgasms. It would not be inaccurate if I said that I have experienced almost all the things I wanted to sexually. I won’t say I have experienced everything there is to experience, but for the things that I am into, I could be contented. I have been inappropriately mishandled by a couple women assigned to watch me when I was a child. But to be honest, I don’t despise them at all. I feel like this is what I would’ve wanted if I could have a say on what I wanted at that age. I credit them for they have given me a headstart. I was ahead of the game compared to all my elementary classmates. I was quite relentless when it came to girls when I was at the age. Also, being led by one of those women to my dad’s stash of dirty movies gave me an endless source of tutorial material. Safe to say I’ve had my share of virgins. I’ve been quite the teacher and I’ve showed them things that if they so chose to perform them on their husbands now, I should be receiving a thank you note from their male partner. I’m a guy that compares sex to a sport. Not just any sport but specifically American football. Not because I’m rough or violent, although at request I can be. I’m very versatile and well-versed. But see, sex with me is comparable to the sport mentioned above because of the amount of different positions they require play it. That’s the similarity of having sex with me to that sport. The minimum amount of positions they should expect during sex with me. At least 7 or more. I’m a nasty, freaky, and kinky sexual partner but never creepy. And to top that off, I’m generous. As the title reads 5 to 1, it refers to the ratio of orgasms I aim to achieve during a lady’s time with me. The higher the ratio the better of course to the woman’s advantage. I specifically do Keagle exercises at red lights because that is how important it is for me for the woman to leave satisfied and to always come back wanting more. I have never had any complaints yet except the complaints I have by me. I’ve had a dry spell lately. With barely having any social interaction, I am not so easily able to charm my way into many women’s hearts. But I still manage to do so online and I believe I am still quite the Casanova but the only differences is the experience of being non-contact with a partner. I don’t hate it much. Matter of fact I don’t hate it at all. I’m quite an exhibitionist so it’s just given me a chance to explore this side of sex and allowed me to spread my wings long enough to discover that I have quite a strong persuasiveness. So no matter what obstacle life might want to throw at me, i’ll always find a way to indulge and relieve my urges. But until the time I can be with someone in the flesh once again, someone out there is just waiting to get their toes sucked, to use my face as a seat, and to have their salad tossed coz a man's gotta eat.
Success, might transgress if one sucked less
Finding yourself stuck somewhere rutless, ruthless.
It’s odd that even that, one can’t get right
Something one might be able to do is get stuck like glue
Out of nowhere, out of the blue,
while being bluestly true
But one has to be safe, maybe more like paste
Or rice when one runs out squeeze it with a fingertip and thumb
See if it sticks if it’s right you can taste.
I fancy myself as a normal guy.
Fancy enough to bow but somehow not for a formal tie.
Unsophisticated like Venetian blinds
But I prefer wooden slats.
So I frequent IKEA.
But not for their boxspring-less beds.
But for the arrows on the floors
So I’ll have some direction even if I walked with my head hanged low.
It could very well be in the clouds,
but these clouds obscure my view
When I look down to others,
wanting to be back right down to earth.
So instead my head’s just above water,
I hate not being able to see my feet.
Because one knows not what lurks ready to lunge for their heels for treat.
The fear enough to put one’s hand over mouth
One only creating more splashing from just an arm attempting not to drown, but successfully attracting predators of those in distress
But I’m on land thankfully we have only scavenging vultures
Except they’re impatient and don’t even wait for you to die.
On land, one can use both hands to cover each eye but then enters fear through the ears
One can’t do this or the other,
rings so clear from the center having covered ears nearly wont matter.
Only less dirt getting in.
Unlike the speaking mouth which eats, or the nose that smell yet can sneeze, the eyes that sees but can also allow peers to peer into one’s soul,
the ear is quite unevolved or otherwise. A minimal output and such a maximum intake compared to the rhino’s old factory in every sense of the word.
It’s unlikely to give out information unless your body language tells you’re lying.
Other than that, zilch.
Meanwhile one can be your eyes,
one can speak for you if you want,
one can give you a hand.
Ultimately one can only lend you an ear.
It is because that is enough?
Is that why the lender wants it back or, perhaps no one wants to keep it once it has listened?
Regardless, I need your ears contrary to popular belief.
I need your ears like I want you to give them to me to be the ones I tell my every day to.
But as much as I want them, I need you to keep them with you because it’s more important than how my day was is the unspoken that you must hear that my heart is beating for you.
Love isn't the same thing as fucking
When you fuck over someone you say you lovin
That’s the main problem
Then the lack of understanding
Sucks to realize that love can’t solve any of them
Love can be prison
Love can make you feel like you at different ends of a prism
If it feels like that, then that isn't even love at all
Don’t even call that love, Love
Cupid's gonna laugh at y’all
When it’s called
But not right as soon as you fall
You won’t feel the pain at all
Till when, you begin, building deep within
The impossible tall