downloadHere I am
nothing great
walking by
hearing you sigh

you make me turn
We catch each other’s eye
my heart beats as it begins to menace
we finish each other sentence

then i continue to walk
cuz you’re nothing special
but I am one of a kind
don’t feel like wasting my time

enjoying men – who know what they want
not boys that are terrified of love
I’m exploring with another more equipped

knows exactly the placement of the clit
understands women can only cum
from that spot external
i found someone
that understands this simple already uncovered anatomical truth

while i enjoy my multiple orgasms
iii hope you’re having fun too
iii have no ill will towards you

i know this will sound petty
but you will see it for what it is
you are too afraid to live life
and i am too strong to deny myself any of it

like oil and water
we will never meet
but for that minute

actually – i can’t recall what I ever saw

that’s when you know its done
long after any moments of fun
when you can’t remember why you ever loved someone
you are free to have something real

Posted: June 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

Time offers a break
To our weary day

An evening of frolic And fun
Nothing expected
I wish this for everyone

No harm to anyone
In its grace

Peaceful play
Evenings warmth
Cobblestone street
Ghost off Jack ceoroack creeps


And there lost beyond the grave

Crawling out of its shallow cave

Is a monster feared by most

Gross and disgusting it crawls into the coast


It wears its horrors on its flesh

Never burying its unwontedness

it owns its home

And cares not if it is left alone


Upon the sea it slowly bathes

Cleans the harshness of life away

This foul beast

That so many hate – Feel and believe it’s uncontrollably irate

Merely had a working mind

Like yours or mine


But it took it to that next level

Never self-projecting its own trouble

Instead wore it proudly

Demanding things change loudly


But the fear filled masses many

Concerned over profit = money

Turned away from the logic of his say

As it warned us of our behavior of the day


That we would cripple the seeds of tomorrow if we continued to stay

On this course of self-satisfaction today – Today – TODAY


The parents have crept into their children’s beds

Feed and fed until their very life force  is dead

As they belch their full they demand

We fall in line or receive reprimand


In line with what – I ask

our current self destructive task


To the generation of yester year

To the 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s and the millennium

You have done nothing worth doing

But what you have done was 100% ruining


You have done nothing to prevent

You have only solidified your children’s lament


So as the race of man died off one by one

Mutilated by industrialized food and the power of the sun

This beast called to gather everyone

To a place of survival with promises of future fun

But no instant gratification for anyone


But there was no plumbing or electricity in this cave

For survival is truly earned by the brave

The race of man has murdered and fed on its children


All but this one


This bruised and abused hated by everyone

This being will survive

but without another it will not thrive


Dear human race

Stop trying to save face

Yield to those with nonreligious Grace

Move over and let them make this world their place


For you and your kind are an unacceptable/intolerable disgrace



farewell my love

Posted: May 14, 2014 in Uncategorized



Every once in a while

A friend says goodbye

It is his time

It is her way


Oh how I wish I had one more day

Isn’t that what we all say

Except when it is someone we can’t stand

Then we bring out the band


But those times, in a wicked way, are fun

But not when your heart losses someone


That gaping hole

That constant ache

Death is – has to be a mistake


It isn’t

As cruel as that sounds

We will all end up back in the ground


All I can say

In this most pathetic way

See you my love

In another place

In another way.


I’m so glad,

I met you that day,

and am forever grateful,

we did play


Mankind’s ability to warp the purest of intents has been and will continue to be seen at the horror of its children – who whole heartedly participate in ever taught lack for compassion.

As evil is inherited so too can be purity; but only the strong have the ability to hold on.

To lack compassion is evil – to have it is divinity.

This is such a story of warped ideals and lack of basic empathic understanding. The revenge is Karma the cruelty is to be born to your revenge without the understanding of why.

A gangly balding 42 year old man skipped to work.  He wore his trusted black sweater (hides all stains) and over-sized boats for shoes for his gout was acting up.  His right ankle bore the brunt of unhealthy one dimensional eating – even so – he was skipping.

He had the fortune of meeting a witch who promised a potion of success.  This witch was overly humble.  She was divine, made perfect by her constant ability to deny such facts.   Her strength came from her connection to the ALL.  She had never believed herself – special.  She was about to get a lesson in magic.

Jack tromped though the company’s warehouse ready to see what this modern day sage had concocted.  He was having woman troubles.  He had felt love, once, just before cancer took her one quite morning.  He awoke to find her asleep – eternally.  Tammy, the witch, had seen and felt this moment.  She offered help but with one tiny condition.  He had to be objective and critical concerning the results.  She wanted to qualify its potency if any.

Tammy heard Jack toss his stuff down on the other side of her cube wall.  She grabbed the golden bag – filled with a Hodge-Podge of herbs, stones, oil, and magnetic sand.  She spent seven days meditating, focusing, channeling, burning – infusing every aspect of her correspondences to the intent.  She had made three bags – the other two… well… that’s a different story.

The greatest thing about magic is the vial it lifts over this world.  It is anything but mundane and we are anything but material.  We are eternal and home – that temporary vacation between lifetimes – that my friend is perfection.  More than that – more than all this – is magic can be seen by the unseen.  It acts like a flashlight – attracting and detracting what you set the purpose to… the tricky part is… the one thing Tammy tried to warn Jack of – was magic works both ways.  Her spirit is tied to healing energies… so in the end – even if her intent may be evil – due to the overriding strength of her soul – her abilities will always result in healing.  The problem or success of Jack’s request was first he requested it.  Now he’s on the hook.  Second he was warned – meaning Tammy’s off the hook, and thirdly his request was broad. Meaning the bored unused energies can try and join in.

Jack tossed his leather jacket on the chair as Tammy wondered around the corner of the isle.  He peeked his head out to see her lovely smile beaming good morning.  God he wanted her, but she did not want him and he knew it.  She saw him as a brother from another mother and he began to see her as the same.  Even with her busty buxom build that was anything but mannish, the curve of her wide hips and large backside made his mouth dry; she was a late 30 year old tom-boy.  Her lack of parental upbringing left her to figure out how to grow and in doing so she leaned more towards the ways of gentleman than woman.  She was as vulgar as any man except when in mixed company.   She even stood when a lady came to sit at their table.  The men laughed at her.  She just shrugged it off.  There was so much she didn’t understand concerning gender roles.

Jack found her fascinating. If they couldn’t be wed then best friends for life – he decided.  Tammy bounced over and Jack tried not to stare too much.  Tammy had become accustomed to men staring at her weighted chest.  She never thought she was even remotely attractive – she couldn’t have been anymore wrong.  She wasn’t white, blonde or blue eyed but she was a looker, with a personality to kill for.

“You got it”  he leaned in with his halitosis ridden breath.

Tammy smiled and tried not to pull back.  The sourness of the air was wretched, but she couldn’t insult her friend Jack.  She pulled a small golden bag from her side pocket.  Quickly the air switched from the scent of living rot to a perfumed sweetness she could stand.  Jack grinned.  His eagerness forced him to grab for it.  Tammy was far too fast and pulled it away in time.

“Now listen.”  She paused.  Not for effect but to wait for his mind to quiet down.  “I made yours a bit different.  Not only did I build it to attract love, prosperity, and security; but I also built it to ward off crazies, negativity, and anything harmful.”

“perfect.”  His blue eyes sparkled with the possibility of freedom.  “Goodbye Robin.”

Two years after Jack awoke to find his Hope dead – her old friend called on him… called on him and then moved in.  She practically suction cupped herself to him.  He couldn’t go to the bathroom alone – no joke – the door had to be open.  After two dates she had moved her stuff in and Jack was trying to figure out how to move her stuff out.  He was too polite.  Tammy advised him to be honest and upfront but the holidays were around the corner and he didn’t know what to do – which is where the bag comes in.

He fell in love with the scent and asked after the ingredients.  Tammy told him all and reminded him of the objective promise.  He was so happy and promised to carry it with him everywhere.  All Tammy could do was smile and return to her work on the other side of the cube.  The scent of the bag wafted over the high dull colored walls and reminded her of home.  Her own heart was breaking but that is also another story.



Posted: April 24, 2014 in Poem
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I met a man

No sorry a boy

As he liked to play games

With my heart

We met in June

And I did swoon

Not for his looks

For he has none

No ass, no bum, no one thing

He was as skinny as a rail

Unappetizing at every reveal

Yet somehow I feel

I felt for him a connection

I have felt it before

So I know it will come again

I wait for the restore!!!

However, this asshole

The one I met

This coward for some reason I cannot forget

My neighbor says closer is needed

Hence this poem

To release my internal tome

To pick and decimate his bone

June it began and for a moment lovely seemed

As electric became the air and our smiles gleamed

He told me he wanted a partner in crime

I thought this is my time

He told me he was busy

This made me dizzy

I do not play games with others that aren’t fun

It is never my goal to hurt someone

But he saw me and knew he could abuse

So he left me there dangling in mid air

I waited for something from someone who didn’t care

He told me to wait

That November we would date

The month came and gone

As my heart wrote a depressing song

But I am an optimist

Stupid as can be

I couldn’t give up

On that energy

Maybe he knew this and enjoyed it

But that would offer some emotion towards it

Which I hate to admit, his lack, is more truer than he is a shit

Where to start and when

It only gets worse from here on in

December now

Oh how

I made it to his birthday party

Travelled far

There another girl arrived

One worth his consideration and time

Now I see what isn’t mine.

She has another

And with him agree will not bother

She’s smarter than me

But seeing how he fained

Left me sad and grave

So I cry and cried

I made it through that shitty night too

And still did not move on

Dumb dumb dumb

So I invite him to my birthday, just around the block from his place

He couldn’t make it – faked ill to save face

Never returned my texts and never cared

Again I know but I was optimistic

So I tried painfull self abuse ensured.

For I am better than this I knew

March it is

I asked him to my cousin’s jill and jill

He said he would love to go

Heard that so often only to find out in reality it was a no

Which it was you see for he played games with me

He’d call and lead me on

Then drop me and pretend he was gone

Sure sure sure

Sometimes people aren’t sure

So they keep others on a rope

Just out of reach but close enough

I am that dope

Encase they find themselves alone

They can pull it in and remain whole

What a motherfucking asshole

So I sent him a final text

“Guess I’m not your cup of tea. Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

No response, no nothing

A turtle hiding in his shell

An ostrich buried deep

I deserve better

Not a pathetic loser – how cheap

I am not interested in him or what he is peddling

All he does is meddling

He has no heart

Or personal strength

He is an asshole with a wretched face

Some people earn their treatment

He has earned my detestment

For my own betterment

I am going to ask

Make the next one last

Make him know what he wants

Make him a man of his word

Not as homely and absurd

Make him strong enough to catch me when I fall

Make him wise with understanding

Make him lack parental reprimanding

Make him want an equal to begin banding

To fall in love

To dine

till the end

Make him mine.

No more wasting eight months of my time

On someone whose character was so weak

frail and frigid not worth a solitary heart beat

I only ask for someone equal to me


But that asshole

That Lucious prick

He can go and suck his own dick