Take Stock

I met someone on the beach the other day.  We were walking towards one another, confirming my own path I looked up and our eyes locked we both stopped and stared at each other. The recognition froze time in its place.  I turned to walk-on and in the pause I thought to myself I know this person.  Looking up to confirm my intuition I found that they had done the same as I.  Turning my head to the side to look yet again..

I said "I know you."
The reply, "Yea, I know you too."
I said, "I am not sure from where though."
the reply, "Maybe another life."
I said, "oh, you must be right."

We both laughed and went about our way, a strange rapport in an instant.  There was no Silver Screen between us, no musical lyrics that reminded us of something, just two people randomly passing one another in life itself, an extremely sobering moment.  Some of us have been here before and are not ashamed or embarrassed to say it when we recognize a person.  I am glad that it happened the way that it did, it made me feel as if I was not as alone in this very ugly World.

It was not the familiar smile, nor the time it took to utter a few words back in forth, no, it was the warmth of the person themselves, the recognition of another life was so strong it was as if the Centuries hugged us.

Oddly we both said, "See you in the next one!!" and went about our way.

Cheers to the beauty of life because long before we ever came to this god forsaken earth you were you and I was I.  Did you know that when you were born?  or was all of that torn out of your thoughts by what is rammed down our throats every day...we all die.

Sand Castles

No longer am I the evidence of a life in some distant memory of myself, instead I stopped and drank a glass of reality and realized 'Care' is a four letter word too.  In that moment, the moment I had been dying of thirst I noticed that humanity had no cup at all. 

The Rippled Affect

The Moon in a shaded view, does it disappear to fear the Galaxy's mirror?  The grant upon the Sun in some day being gone, does Earth feel fright and shiver in plight?  

The grave conditions, the silenced Oceans, the shipping lanes, the drills insane, the burial entombed, the lives of rare, the planets stare, death is not unique, it follows humanity.

Grounded in life I am so grateful to have explored the Avenues of reasonable doubt.  With any question that is presented the point of interest in the end is not the answer, but why it was asked.  A human condition.



   

Relaxing

The bind in the simple release,
is the tie that will never compete,
the rise of the waist in Sees,
the wave of ecstasy, the music reads,
the fire is the flame in mindful reins.

Explosive Loans

An eclectic sooth to only prove,
never surrender, always defeat,
the satisfaction of total receipt.

A Voyeur's Coup!!

I believe the tie is the knot of Truth,
and just begins with musical whims,
the base of which is in the hitch,
the stage of .... only scenes.

A Cat-Walk of listened themes,
the rock and role of what life brings,
the Venue in a steamy dream,
when Man enhanced the Mind,
to speak on a Twin Soul find.

Seductive Climbs

The sin begins with craving,
the lips will never touch,
the soak between the vocals,
the Knight, the favorite crush.

The shock of only senses,
the cut of hearing spun,
reviving pleasures welcomed,
to swallow all in stunned.

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Just listen to the digs,

the beat of the tune,

don't be complicated,

simply find!!

The luster of sexual desire   'Comes'

with the thought of only made,

know touch of in visible audio,

so Hot...brought on ... old talks!!

Hits the Floor, in the grind....

Expand your mind into the lines of music in made...

You know You want.... To turn Me on!!  Hard deeds.

Tap, tap, goes my foot,

around I go, listen, listen, again, again.... and know,

I'm a girl and he's a boy, the dance?

Music in....timely steed!! Work Me!!

Riding... mounting.... sweetly sweating... the mind,

in this flight of .. friendly ties...zipper fell, t-shirt torn,

to brush your chest with heated......

Breathe in the swallowing, so deep in throat......groaning for a taste,

the snarl of ......sky ping!!

Feel the pulse, hold your wrist,

ringing wet, drenched....lusting!!

Don't complicate my emotions,

release your need to hold back.....explosive wrongs my lead in the perfect purring,

it's proving to be......between my thighs,

that ride is soaking me: Ultras fast!!

Oh wait, know bone.

Post Script:

 A "Note to Self" or to whom it could concern:

I must be more sensible next time or actually be with Blunt, grab a towel.

Pictured Plight

Only asked in reply to a curious question of why.

The wash does seem so empty,

the world pooled effect,

so fixed in showing how it is,

the anger is not knowing.

A sculpture or a pyramid,

the broken mountain met,

the film of which is missing,

stolen by a threat?

The impression of the Moon,

a crescent issued proof,

the sun will shine shadowed behind,

I guess it's living clues.

Wars upon the walk of stars,

turning sheets instead of bars,

a bottle-neck in life so far,

the choke discovers the chimneys fluke,

symmetry points at truth.

Tools Of The Trade

May love be the Arrow tipped with a Kiss and the Bow deliver the Hug that should never be missed.

Curiously Asked

May the guest be of invitation. A shirt is a statement of sorted relation. Masked with more than worn-out, a curious sort of wow, displays that entice the crowd.

The persons symptoms seem to say, I feel so lucky albeit a pace. People scramble to see the face, I wonder is there missing type that states the case?

The City fills up these halls, the board rooms seemed a little displaced, the courage it took to not walk away, I must admit, the strength in stayed, amazed me on that video replay.

Smiles worn, squished in scorn? couldn't tell, looked to the right and said 'oh,well' I guess it's good to know the Tell, that seemed so strange, almost like Hell.

The venture followed, the mirrored effect, a pin to show, the lonely room, the poolside venue, no laughter boomed, do you have the resources for, these flights that seem to be ignored?

Not that I worry, I am like a mouse, I just was curious about the tout, that is pictured upon wherever you're found, seems as if you're making a signaled route.

Really, it's just a question that I won't hear, the answer is, yours to fear, after life seems to cheer, upon your chest I see it clear: Wondering?

No Contest.

Forward Views Passed News

 The danger in risk is not in the miss,

it's the hit, the advancement of what proves to list.

Original in Written,

the stance barely told,

the story of life,

amazingly old.

The centered idea, a mind within cord,

imagination is better as knowledge is stored.

This mortal body, a prison thereof,

is only a chore in this given role,

 releasing such bars to See so much more!!

Escaping with ease,

a well-practiced move,

to galaxy dimensions,

to Read better clues.

The 'Work' of this 'Balance'

robotic response,

the journey of the quest,

is to train for the test.

As Over-World reads,

to be just a deed,

the breath I don't inhale,

warms me to ski.

A zone or a drift,

to lift this exist, the next life was scene,

in simply a tip.

Proportioned

Lead Lines

The Picture, the Verse,

a Mind on display,

connections are certain,

to play with words.

The paraphrased stanza,

are riddles in form,

a poetic rhythm in simply performed.

The rite of a conscience,

the delicate ink,

lends 'purchase' to find,

we all do not think.

In streaming of do,

I imagine the 'Proof'

a human relation,

now Satellites move.

No longer the touch of what proves a 'Race'

the 'Love' or the 'Place'

instead it's the tender of spoken erased.

Long 'Past' forgotten,

books now in sought,

common themes become,

letter and words,

 only dreams that are brought.

The whip or the chains,

the fifty-shades brain,

the watch of the talk,

makes empty to plain.

Know action conversed,

the ream in rehearsed,

lost Ages are Pages,

the service on turf.

Obedience, Control,

discipline is bold.

The Order is Set,

the doing of told,

the role of the follow becomes only Script,

if lives are not born with practiced equipped.

To spark in ignite,

the more in the night,

the extension of hands,

develops new plans.

Now I ride difference with lyrics in said,

the only place driven the Lairs of not dead.

A dungeon presents a life to a View,

the sensual drive to the steer of what's been,

the Flame of my Hymn.

Knot 'Watched' nor believed,

my mind issue's peek,

at what makes the curious,

an interesting take!! 

Mooning

The extraction of the hymn,

the verse of a blend,

the words will know healing,

a Life in a bend.

This Circle of Find,

all alone in a wind,

reversing repetition,

releasing intertwined.

The melody of music,

heard without news,

commercial reminds,

that blue is attuned.

Post Haste to turn-off,

this faucet or walk,

to seek-out no record,

in karmic debate.

To repeat the same mistake,

a Life is not paved,

the stick of this talk,

a carrot of trade.

To stoke only burnt,

remains of the play,

the script of a past,

a future in caved.

To have sought out the keep,

the dungeon of route,

the rails so loud,

in an open kowtow.

The minds of a crowd,

the matter so black,

the whole in the fact,

the Site to look back.

Silk Threads

Death Pangs

The word of the press,

news to just Net,

the less of the more,

people abhor.

The sneaking to follow,

to wreck with a tweet,

to state an opinion,

or turn love into bleep.

The blunt spoken basics,

of nothing is said,

responses are certain,

to enrage what is read.

The script of the written,

the herd of the verse,

the hinge to the doors,

will prove not absurd.

Actions are labeled,

prepared for a tag,

in the game of you're it,

the pitch is the flag.

A Bridled Part

The mass of 'self-purchase'
is rewound to push-back
to the beginning,
discovery Wild!!

The buttons or triggers,
the Fire and the Flame,
an Elemental start,
to recount the 'why' I'm here!!

Up & On such a preview,
notoriously I found,
interest was peaked!!

None did succumb,
to the broad of the view!!

The feed of the laugh,
popular path,
until is was,
pointed: Exact!!

Tiled in Scat,
singing in fact,
instrument reams of trumpets in Ink!!

A-muse in 'Just' form,
producing a store,
to lead in a storm,
a Life unadorned!!

People sat back,
read only lines,
the print in a post,
singular in stood!!

The collection brought to One,
relief in the stun,
stooped about locked,
the red in the talk!!