July 27, 2014

Some nights when I fall asleep I wonder if when next I wake I will realize that the life I’ve been living is a dream, and all that it was truly wasn’t.

I don’t know what that means, I don’t know if I’d miss the people who made up the dream, I don’t know if I’d even be me when I wake up…

I just know that’s some weird shit to think about, but I’m wicked tired, so it makes sense.

July 27, 2014

Hands moved by lustful fingers
held
caressed
her every curve

I know still the taste of her lips
and of her skin
Having kissed from her neck
to her belly button

She taught me the wonder
of giving over receiving
I still think of
the look on her face

The bite she gave her lips
he fists she would clench
with either clothes or sheets
or my hair trapped inside

It haunts me to this day
how she so easily ordered me
or the way she was submissive to my touch
that look in her eyes

Pleasure
to such a point
one worries that sanity
may just fail

I miss giving that
and I miss her body
and heart
and desires

July 27, 2014

So I started another book. This one is semi-autobiographical. All of my books have parts of me in there, but this one is more or less based on actual events.

I’m getting to relive all of those wonderful memories, and those ones that weren’t so great, but I get to change the ending, which is nice. It’s like therapy, which I guess I could use some.

Anyway, I’m sitting here, getting to relive old loves, enjoying some of my favorite tea, listening to my favorite Alicia Keys tracks, having a cookie or two, and writing. In this moment I am happy.

I want to curl up with my memories of days passed, and wake to a new tomorrow that will leave the world of my present in the past. I want to feel the love and companionship of my yesterdays with all the blessings of today, and all the potential that will always be tomorrow.

Love and Peace y’all!

July 27, 2014

All of my books start with the thought “Wouldn’t it be cool if…” and then I have a new concept.

All of my poems start with the thought “Fuck… I feel… like… I don’t really know… maybe I should write and see if it comes out…” and then I have another.

All of my lyrics are poems that ended up rhyming, and all of my albums are novels that didn’t seem to fit right on a page.

All of my life I’ve only wanted to be a better writer than I am, but I have to be more of a person first, I think.

Is good day.

July 27, 2014

This is a great version of one of my favorite Rolling Stones tunes. They both have great voices, but it’s the sound of the piano which makes me love this one so much.

This song is utterly lovely.

July 27, 2014

This will never fail to make me feel like I’m surrounded by friends. Or that I’m driving on an empty highway in the middle of the night with the windows down and the music blaring. Is good feels from this song.

(Source: Spotify)

3:58pm
Filed under: Great Track! 
July 27, 2014

I left her
with a smile on my face
and only kind words spoken

Yet I never did tell her I was leaving

On the mornings that remind me of her
I wonder if she hates me for disappearing

Why I still care how she feels…
Because out of all of them

she probably understands why

Remind me why I let her go
Because on those mornings I can’t seem to remember

July 27, 2014

Ugh and sigh. I just crave intimacy lately. It sucks. If I only had a woman to spoil, I would be happy.

July 27, 2014

It pains me
To watch this waste

To see it happen
The Who that someone

Could be

Could be Somebody

Then to watch them choose

It was a Choice

To know that they

Opted

Wanted

to remain

nobody

July 26, 2014

I don’t want to tell her
any more all of these words

I want to show her
I’m more than lines on a page

I need to let her know
that my touch to her body

is far sweeter
and more enjoyable

than any poetry I can write