sick twisted leather bound mind…

unadultrated crescendo underneath My skin,
animal attraction at its worst
and best.
some people call it a disease
a psychological, chemical reaction,
make no apologies.

recognize my weakness…
call upon your darkness
unfurl and tantalize My flesh,
stroke the seat of My sickness.

I give you the noose
but you’re already in My chair,
electrified delicacies ripe
for the plucking and sucking!

essence of sex on wheels
running over papier-mâché dreamscape
plastered sickly sweet,
like caramel-corn fresh from the microwave,
in the reckless recesses
of wicked imaginations.

sick twisted leather collared mind,
a crucifix of liquid lust,
basking in the heated glory grown.

tactile trouble on a leash,
mirror reflections spread thick,
with no bark yet plenty of bite!

straddled commands not needed,
for already laid bare upon Master’s cross,
sacrificial lamb on the platter
of an all night buffet.

sick twisted infectious mind…


hahaha song inspired plus...

strutting My stuff LOL


walking the fine line
bound in leather
and wound in silk.

submitted trust splits
anticipation’s blushed canopy

spilling sighs
from pink folds
unfurling bold bud
within blooming lotus.

tactile light bends
one way to breathlessness
eroding the levee
of euphoria

flooding the high-wire acrobat.

inside a box lies sanity
buried in recesses untouched
chalk full of painted illusions
where love rides a pink Pegasus

buried in recesses untouched
day and night meld into spring dreams
marigold sunshine splits shadows
like an axe to cedar

chalk full of painted illusions
stroked sensual by cupid’s charm
and managed with a reindeer’s care
flying through cotton-candy clouds

where love rides a pink Pegasus
acceptance is freely given
and rice-paper hearts melt sublime
on the lips of escapism

twisted for a sick little twisted mind well tha's Me anyways

the hardware store and kitchen utinsal department are 2 of My favorite departments to shop in RAWR! With a little imagination one's entire fantasy list can be made ready to "shoot"

Looking through the intellectual telescope of insight,
designed and created by...
deep thought and reason.
~~darting~~flickering~~glowing~~scrambling~~
Luminous yet ambiguous, radiant yet vague, eternal yet transient...
"it" is revealed...
for but a moment.
In complete and utter awe,
frozen in incomplete thought,
stranded... left alone, dumbfounded...
upon The Desert
of Empty Feelings.

Scorched by the mere sight of it,
breathless, scarred, captivated within
seconds.

Stunned... searching through dictionaries, encyclopedias,
research books, and scientific publications...
nothing resembling this..this..this...
thing is recognized.
Elusive creature of unknown manifestation,
runs rampant throughout the history of
and on mankind...
legend is unprecedented
not a soul understands.

Viewing through the perceiving microscope of deep feelings
and emotions,
heart flutters.. skips.. dances a tune of delight,
in total amazement of
The Legend.

The Legend...
beauty unsurpassed by nothing,
not...
the crowning of the setting sun on the multi-colored horizon,
or the flickering of dancing moonlight on white beach sands,
nor the radiating eye pleasing sight of a freshly bloomed rose,
not even the smell of lush, living green foliage after a day of rain.
The Legend...
littered in fable, passing the test of time...
still unknown.. misunderstood.. mysterious.

Wanted, desired by all that has ever truly experienced.
Feared, loathed by damaged souls of clinging discontent.
The Legend...
is revealed, felt for the very first time.
and the story goes...
Once upon a time,
in the land of milk and honey,
lived a beautiful Princess, alone.
Trapped in the evil Kings' dungeon,
until the day her White Knight,
rode in and rescued her from sorrow
and lived happily ever after.
The Legend...
L
O
V
E.
Finally revealed...
for
the
very
first
time.


and the sky roared, rocked the earth's grease-paint

life sucked, she showed up, life didn't suck so much

beautiful animal

as women like an Eidolon, named her by grace,
the singing-bird had thou went, and low,
melting a man's heart, unstained, untold,
were as she quenched my sight so aptly spoken.
not to her eyes will look to be, for the next,
and i the dead relief, who cam'st thou wilt not,
ruling new love till stars dispose their verdict.
meek leaves were the morning came one,
is emptied of the solid and beast, we shall not i,
but what monsters, what best is cast
into the forest sang unto an enemy's clipped ear?

hiding in many suns have no more than i,
instead i am nearing the journeying moon,
stole into dreams of white glory thou not wilt art,
our sky, i always had love of the gods and celestial spheres!

thy soul shall not lift too full of less, scathed of night
no more-- but let of autumn seep as thy lips to me.
shyly making of its gentle wishes pestilence.
call it was there for the worms’ inheritor of me
as high beauty of the streams which i am told, and i,
i told of the dull opiate to shine the summer sun.
you lavished on deck my godlike exercise
of clashing arms embraced, and lush valleys, and love, --
as thy weary of the psalm in all times, and thine
throw them till o'er that cave that bore our fruit.
fairytales fall powerless to excel us, no more me
nor deemed contempt could glow within my life,
love, sweet chorus chimed with my tremulous hands
that gently, o'er my mountain height
caught in the creature still!

thanks you animal

lying next to you
breathing in sync
what heaven this is --

arms and legs entwined
in a lazy dance
of blissful serenity
i fall into sleep
with dreams of you
running through my head
a glorified expression
of our love
awaking to your kisses
invading your warmth
with mine

lying next to you
breathing in sync
what heaven this is --

within your dream

circumsized is a metaphoric way to say "exposed/tightened/cleaned/ect" fate. the piece is about the inner turmoil/journey one might gone on when searching the core essense of self. I being a bi excessive have spent literally 1000's of hours over the last 17 years doing just that :) thank you for the read

jim... tease you two are much kind glad you enjoyed

hmmmm thanks

that it does pkd

thank you kat
thanks wench

awakening to subtle softness
of silence’s embrace –

sedentary existence
gathering thoughts
before I realize
another day dawned.

the allure of a dead man’s solitude
promotes my catharsis of need,
a path through the hauntingly obscure
to suffering the cranial loss
of a benevolence
of one’s circumcised fate.

i’ve reached the midnight abyss,
returned scathed in irony
tempted a hopeless romantic,
seemingly changed
by a doomed state
glistening rudely
within

love’s tangled knot.
unable to draw an elongated breath,

breathlessly caught between the realm
of consciousness and dream,
that stirs the ghost
of the machine.

immortal hope of a time
life delivers the picture perfect --

let the cocooning dispel
the tears that hang
within my soul.

and her sky will speak
of the roar of earth,
hillsides bedevilingly breathe,
mounds that mold and form,
shape the turn of stone,
heave of her pithy pebbles.

the dawn whispers persuasion
in gentle burst of awakening hue
that entice charismatic waves
to bow before the hem of desire;
a bloom upon each call of passion's plight
destined to stir beauty's stem of anticipation

flurry of her trees drape
its lifeblood around my growth
with a flash of magnificence
from canopy’s clap of thunder,
her echo of vivacious electricity
has come to cast a splitting storm.

weaving symphonies in climactic reign
where carnal thirst plunges curiosity's shore
submissive intent pleading between each strike
as craving consumes in euphoric gasp;
beauty encompassed by ravenous embrace
peeling reality from trembling sigh.

their combined voice sings secrets
and its pyre pulsates out of control
with the smell of nocturnal lightning
that glistens off quaking ground.

Admit impediments, love and blank and snow,
when everything is like distant fire,
and desire commands…

Obey'st thee order of sun;

such triumph of guards, lips of us,
movements of warm winds upon the other,
and I can't finish -- there we were grac'd --

serenity with trees, and night,
fancy into nests abandoned
and nothing hindereth;

at once, exposed, looking in thy sweet
instructing thine own thought
like a clamorous crimson fire,
and I, I melt!

I have come to the conclusion that creative, intelligent, deep-ish people(poets) are a mess more often then not which from my point of view is a good thing How can you not be when delving within the uncharted murky depths of self? I have a hard time imagining you anything more then "a sometime mess" well spoken

Cast our own stone
in slumber to holy vesture –-

worn upon sleeves,
vanish’d from sin
for all our moons.

To see the wizard maiden,
hear the pow’r of sound
come to tremble,
to tingle the essence
of polar rays magnetized --

among the valleys
of us where our sun shines
in deeper breath.

deciphoring is neded though I believe I am in a pretty good position to do just that! this is quite the reader pleaser rawr!