Mystic flux

I sit here trying to work same thing that I do each day Some days are worse than others as static clouds the air Today though, today is different The mornings battle was particularly bitter Today I know she sees that hope is lost Stated in no uncertain terms black and white The pain is there,the biterness, regret the wounds are weeping unhealed injuries of years of conflict To what degree was this conflict exposed? A boiling iceberg showing just the harmless tip We can get by this! just below the surface a bludgeon awaits So I check again and again dread anticipation of what she has to say A diatribe on my selfishness as it was yesterday? Worse, much worse for as the thoughts accumulate and here I diseminate and my frustration starts to disipate All the while the bits are sneaking in Infecting the inbox and seeing the that bold number one my chest tightens as I discover I have new mail It's worse today because it's not about me worse, much worse a reminder of what I must do Not...

The down-trodden Dispossessed Tattered litter Collects like lint in a trap Smallest fragments of society's fabric Worn out and cast aside Misfits Miscreants Malcontents Unrequited lovers Inexpert at emotion Uncertain in relation Unable to find themselves Beaten, abused Desperate needs to fulfill Ill at ease, anesthetized She sees your mask for what it is Yet still she plays along Eyes on the prize Play the hustle Pay the price Hollow solace is yours for tonight Now run, run home and play the game Pretend you mean it and can keep it up And change again the mask.

It was a stranger who told me about you, the ways in which you help She said a lot that day, she made me think, she understood She knew she did, what’s in my head, maybe better than I. It moved me so, this stranger with the compassion for I, someone she’d only just met Someone she’d never met in reality yet could offer up advice so sage and true How ironic that she hid her puffy eyes and yet brought tears to mine. The more I learned the more drawn I felt By someone who seems to know me Know me so well and so instinctively The more I read the more I saw our pain was quite akin So here I am again, wondering and wandering Too many things to contemplate too many trains to catch It’s time to move on, forge a path for better or worse Stay true, head up and honest And time will tell what’s in the mirror Days pass by and scattered thoughts collect here It’s time to retreat and tend the wounded The future is in his hands and my strength is what he needs Gentle and active Understanding and learn...

Dead Calm Stars shimmer on the black glass sea Nothing, Eternal empty echoes through time Still, Inspiration abandoned hopeless Night Long moonless lonely Distant Arms outstretched aching futile Soon Wind comes blows sweet hope Dread If gales blow down what then Lost Lost lost lost Uncharted Eager exploration errant intent Calm Foreboding heavy heart's throb Death Lurking stalking hiding before me Voices Whisper calling, nerves tense Breath.

What is it about that spot? Why does it hold such power over me? I look at you, caress you, nuzzle and coo Quickening, beating, stroking, stoking desire Tugging, pulling, clutching, disrobing Thrown to the bed, knees to the air I fall to the alter, to worship, declare Sweet sheen of satin, stained with your lust One of us is ready your panties entrust Warm musk calls to my touch One finger circles drawing out moans Arms slide under knees and squeeze, firm embrace, unmistakable desire Teasing, kissing, soft warm thighs Still circling finger, quickly growing spot Lips meet hips and finger slips ever so sweetly, just inside A gasp, a groan, hips rolling now It's time to go deeper and higher to peek My finger curls upward beconing bliss Mouth firmly planted, I devour that spot A gutteral utterance, hair clenched in fist Legs bearing down as your body explodes Extacy washes you, cleanses your soul Catch your breath lover, we've only begun I kiss your soft tummy, sweet salt of your s...

Sit back, relax Take a load off Jack Breath, give it time. Paul Simon: Slow down , you move too fast You got to make the morning last just, kicking down the cobble stones, Lookin' for fun and Feelin' Groovy Take the time to do more therapy, create define Relax, give up, take your own advice it's the only way

In retrospect it was such a little ripple in a great ocean But I made it happen And I did Something Did it affect anyone? Yes, well, at least one person, and that was a wonderful exchange! I don't know how many people came to the intended conclusion The only thing I know is they interacted with it One other thing, despite the fact that it was a loco thought The odds were about 60,000 to 1 I'm disappointed that she wasn't there The night I paid homage to Skylar Smythe.