An Air Of Cherry

Construction from his mighty hand
His mountains, the trees, the garden
Enamored this man does harden
Red Hot my Cherry Darlin’
Regretfully I cannot learn
yet to fly, if but to see

Collected treasures, greatest in all the land
How your heart does believe
Exploring your anatomy
Rocking, rolling, imagining
Rising to you Cherry, I burn
Yawing as Vesuvius takes me

Conceding not to make me one who can
Have his way as David did Goliath
Embracing you my Cherry in private
Rescinding said Sciences
Revealing that it is my turn
You and me, I’m sighing

Coughing, hacking, nothing that anyone can understand
Hoisted like a shepherd boy’s stone
Envying not who sits upon a throne
Regarding in him who sees your green eyes alone
Reveling in the taste of Cherry I yearn
Yelling though you won’t hear me my Cherie

Could this be Amour, shall I kneel or stand
Hits me much ado
Erotic nothings a hundred to a few
Ravishing evenings but without you
Receiving Cupid’s return
Yelps I remember my Cherry, tree

Concrete, marble, a boy a man
Helping myself to a pillar
Enjoying the thriller
Royal beauty and the one who has her
Rose Quartz, heart; as the gargoyle I wish I weren’t
Yes another pretty will set me free

Log 204 ~Breaths Of Willing Air~

It’s been a while since I’ve written any poetry, too busy living the fairytale or playing Winston Smith from 1984 but aren’t I remaining positive, been 21 days hopefully and no woman has called me creepy or skeeve (shudders). “Breaths Of Willing Air”

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Log 204 ~Breaths Of Willing Air~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, which means champagne wishes and caviar dreams. As I’ve said before, My Love, if I ever get into all that, I want you to smack me hard. Your husband has always been crazy, but what exactly do we measure that by sometimes? Anyway, today I am once again reminded of what I’m willing to do to live the dream. Aren’t you the dream, and don’t I want to share everything I am with you? I don’t want to hide from you ever, but what inspires me to greatness, the first step.

Before I was a billionaire, seems so long ago. When I couldn’t catch my breath around you, and now I can speak before the masses. How I imagined seeing the world that was waiting for us, I am a poet. So I wrote today as I was inspired. You’re the only girl on this Earth for me, but I’ve written hundreds if not thousands of poems. Love, haven’t you been the subject of many. You never found me creepy, again crazy, or condescending. Even now, I just thought I would leave it at that, but I keep right on talking. One more reason I fancy myself a movie buff because I don’t have to speak. Didn’t we talk about music a while ago and quotes from all manner of books and films? I told a friend of what men will do for a woman. Here I wanted the world only for myself as always and forever.

If there is a mountain, a man will climb it or move it if he must. Some men make women angels or goddesses, and so they learn to fly. I said my fate dictates I would fall in love with a mermaid, and I still can’t swim. Oh yeah, we own a yacht, don’t we, but that’s not caviar thinking. Now, if a man wants a queen, you will watch kingdoms fall, which brings me back to my point. I give up air to kiss you enough so I might be suicidal. Only those finger swipes, those pages flipping, the oohs and ahhs from the crowds. The gasps, my work makes me feel alive. It gives us breathing room, and I can’t surrender it ever. I won’t ask forgiveness for my work, baby doll.

May you understand it though for Breaths Of Willing Air.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 203 ~Here’s To Nights Of Living~

My nights would be, well more my life would be NC-17 because what makes me feel so alive, as in the movie “Just Looking” ahem “An act of love,” but for now, I don’t need to be awake all night waiting. “Here’s To Nights Of Living.”

Monday, January 20, 2020

Log 203 ~Here’s To Nights Of Living~

Hundred And Twentieth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, but I still don’t know if I would build a time machine. Today is Saturday, and I thought one of my big worries would have vanished. I swear, how long ago was it that I read How to Stop Worrying and Start Living? What about Naughty Little Christmas? When was the last evening that I played Far Cry 5 and lived through the whole session? I’m not going to lie to you, Madam Justice, but I talked about my current “obsession” with trains and buses. Train To Bust didn’t go creating itself nor did A Load For Cherry, my newest art piece.

So why have I been staying up half the night? If anything for this evening’s activities, I’ll be doing battle with Jacob Seed and then taking his bunker. Anything to take my mind off tomorrow, but you know how my old man is, I was supposed to sit on my hide and wait. Now let’s be honest, I’m a homebody; nights out on the town, don’t do it for me, Madam Justice. Sure, when I open my brothel or after my bestseller, there will be movie premieres and such. Guests will travel at the dead of night to visit my establishments. I see myself as the boss in Saints Row: The Third. Of course, I could tell you my real plans for the night, but I’m pushing PG-13, as for right now. If my life were a movie, it would be NC-17 almost all the time, and still, I want to be a family man.

For now, I am, sitting here with My Dæmon sleeping. I have a full belly, and the world isn’t ending. As my motivations would shout, I am blessed. Thank you for all my blessings, show gratitude for how life is at this moment. I often talk about LUST though being my great sin, what about GREED. The perfect day, what about the perfect night? I want to be out at the movies with a few pretty girls. Besides the stuff they would do, we would go to a “certain” type of club. I could spoil the movie for another girl. Also, I want a five-star hotel and my video camera. I wouldn’t worry about anything in the morning. Tonight I am alive, Far Cry 5, working on my stash, bed?

Here’s To Nights Of Living

I Will Have No Fear

Log 202 ~Willing On The Weekend~

I talked about staying alive one more day last week, and if something comes after this, then Saturday wasn’t so bad; the wonders of time-travel today being Friday and all, the weekend isn’t all you want it to be some days. Willing On The Weekend

Sunday, January 19, 2020

Log 202 ~Willing On The Weekend~

To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now because losing $375.00 sucks. It’s called being an adult, and at least it’s not a scam unless you count that one about loving Olds. You have nothing to complain about; you know everything you should be paying for anyway. Your Dæmon was $145.00, and you remember the price of the Ant Invasion. Termites are far worse. Of course, we know what the worst thing is, and while you try well more like I try (Friday NOW) to fight back the depression. Look at it this way, by now its Three Little Birds.”

There is so much to do, and yes, I take responsibility for doing nothing at all. Unless you count Far Cry 5 because, at this rate, I’ll be battling Jacob, tonight or tomorrow. Somehow I have remained two days ahead when it comes to this time-travel writing. I made three photo collages of Cherry; she liked two. Wasn’t I talking about fours the other day? Still, I downloaded three videos. There was Jenny Anderson, Brooke Lee Adams, and Mia Malkova last night. How about Alyssa Branch, there’s my forth. What’s with all the buses and trains lately? Let’s not get started on Aiden Starr that would make five. What about those collages again for Cherry, five pictures combined into one? Am I counting up all the wasted days or wanting to avoid Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 015 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
    Completed (Day 022 No Fap)
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
    Failed
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
    Failed
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
    Failed
  5. I AM Getting My Second Car Fixed
    Failed
  6. I AM Finishing A Naughty Little Christmas by Lili Valente
    Failed

I don’t know how I’m hanging on to #1, and one of my Pinterest boards is exploding with 224 sections. All this talk about numbers all to hide the money, ain’t I being a Republican. Of course, the point is for you always to be a better man. Can I say all my sleep is leading to you being such a man Will, but what am I going to do tomorrow? Live, that’s one more fact, stay alive as they say in “Catching Fire.” Now that’s something I should say to my character. I don’t think I died yesterday, though. Jacob Seed isn’t as scary as my old man, and the Junior Deputy has plenty of guns, no doubt. If it’s not games though, how about books? Don’t get me wrong I still tell myself stories, and I finally want to write a new poem. What I do for women but not Six Impossible Things:

  1. I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 022 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
  2. I AM Always The “Father” My Dæmon Deserves
  3. I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
  4. I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
  5. I AM Getting My Second Car Fixed
  6. I AM Finishing A Naughty Little Christmas by Lili Valente

You have two days; Will be Willing On The Weekend.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 201 ~Four A Free Will~

If I came with a label, it would be “FORE,” although that would mean I’m getting a lot more fresh air, and I’ve been in bed except for taking care of my four-legged son, walks and a vet visit. Four A Free Will, add a wife, and another child

Saturday, January 18, 2020

Log 201 ~Four A Free Will~

Hey Lady Lu,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and even four billion wouldn’t be enough. Does that mean by next year I will be saying I AM a Trillionaire right now? Spellcheck doesn’t even recognize the word. Million, Billion, Trillion, and where did I hear that comedy comes in three’s? Also, My Dæmon has three names, the same as the rest of us. I know you’re saying wait a minute, “Lady Luna,” but I’m here to talk about fours, not two. How I believed four was a lucky number.

By tomorrow (today’s Thursday), it will have been three weeks since I started fighting my addiction. I’m looking forward to the fourth week, though, the month, even the year. So I am looking forward to beating Far Cry 5, John, Jacob, Faith, and Joseph Seed. I’ve told the story about why I chose four as my number. You remember a certain girl in high school and also junior college. Group #4 and how I started writing about her, and needless to say, I’m a college dropout. Not depressed again only a fact, now I can’t count how many hours I have spent in this bed. My four-legged firstborn has been hanging around. Still, a tad upset with getting three shots. I also asked them to cut his nails so four bad things he would consider.

Four is a simpler number than a billion. I still remember when I offered MILF Dos $400.00 to “Get Naked” as the song goes. Let’s say I work out better deals that The Commander and Chief.” Then again “FORE” I am a warning I mean Will’s Writings, Witticisms, Wisdom? I could tell you three things I like about my addiction and then add in a fourth. But again, I always have to post, well except for Thursday. Wouldn’t that be the fifth day of the week but the fourth business day? I sound like something off of Sesame Street, but you know how I am with numbers. On any given workday, I would consider four hours of sleep to be a good thing. Last night I got a fourth gun slot in Far Cry 5, notice I can say slots, holsters, placements. I’m staying on the up and up, but if I started talking holes?

My paycheck gets split into four different places every week that I should look in on, Four A Free Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 200 ~Will On The Eyes~

If I wanted a vision board, I need only look at my Pinterest subjects, or imagine how much cash it will take for me to start talking to the Man in the Mirror, and to a bunch of NPCs, I Am Legend. “Will On The Eyes.”

Friday, January 17, 2020

Log 200 ~Will On The Eyes~

Hey Lady Sophia,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so everything I see is green, short of jealousy. When I have that kind of money, to be honest, I’ll still want more. Today though, as Faith would have it, I want to tell you a different story. The one I wished to spin you, vanished when I opened my eyes after a long nap. Here’s a random thought, you know “THEY” say a specific “ACTIVITY” will make you go blind. Fighting against my addiction takes a lot out of me as well. At least I didn’t give up. Only it was tight, almost three weeks.

Speaking of things I needed to look up, Jacob’s Mountain Armed Convoy. After I watched them go down, I looked further and found Faith’s River Armed Convoy. Next came the destruction of Joseph’s statue, and heaving his and Faith’s book off the top of it. Oh, and one more death. I’m so busy writing stories out of bullets that I haven’t seen, A Naughty Little Christmas, for a few days. It’s so hard deciding whether I’m being down on myself or stating the facts. It’s true, but if I must justify it with something good, my motion sickness isn’t stopping me. I’m also writing from bed because something the neighbors have is emitting a hum through the wall. As I said, though, I had a good nap along with my furry and healthy dæmon son.

Well, that’s what the vet tells me though he didn’t much care for those three shots they gave him. I let them write a bill for $150.00 that I signed without question. Better a doctor, than some little monkey god; is that racist, more Far Cry 5 from Hurk. The things people write and then you have to read between the lines. The president is one for the blind, except in his hotels. Blind loyalty, followers, and isn’t justice blind? Okay so that is a bit too deep for today, didn’t I want to tell you a story. I’m not censoring myself, but I have to stay on the up and up. Not only with being positive, but you know how people are in this world. I can’t tell you about how I saw some blonde cheerleader and had to leap from bed before something?

Looking into the mirror, then at Cherry, then to the floor, Will On The Eyes.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 199 ~What Women Will Accept~

I’m simply the best, and when did I start listening to Tina Turner, or better question, how fast can my taste change and what of others, well for the right price and I’m working on it. What Women Will Accept, what women will I now

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Log 199 ~What Women Will Accept~

WARNING, 18+, READER DISCRETION ADVISED

Come In Dirty Diana,
I AM a Billionaire right now, so that’s more than two girls at the same time. In all honesty, this is part two of a conversation I started this week. Now with that said, if I had my way, I would be like Shusaku. Shusaku Respect edition, fucking my way through a plethora of young women. Hell, it worked for my hero Dennis Hof. Well, no, he never was much of the traditional Family Guy, and I’m all about tradition. Yes, a square family man that likes tentacle porn thanks Japan.

But, before I begin, I want to talk about some things better than sex. Don’t gasp for that. If anything, I’m surprised that I remembered today’s title. There is also the fact that the car trunk was open more than a day, and the car wasn’t stolen and still runs. Finally, there is the fact that they fired the General Manager at the Day Job. I found out yesterday (Monday). Most people won’t accept my sexual cravings but thoughts of revenge? I will no longer take STUPIDITY, but what about everyone else? Facts Dirty Diana, I tell myself that I’m going straight to writing when I return. So what did I do most of the day after Price Changes? Sleep and then die playing Far Cry 5. Even now, I’m fighting to stay awake, which is why I have “The Assking Price” Alexis Rodriguez playing.

Well, that leads me into the women I have found acceptable this week, so Latinas. Too much thinking about M Anime, so I’ve been all about Alexis Rodriguez again, Dirty Latina Maids. I’ve even gone back to Little Lupe a bit. What about Zelina Vega from WWE. Thea Megan Trinidad, if we’re getting specific, but as I said before, I have to learn everything about a woman. One more reason when it comes to a particular UK BBW. How my tastes change to Estella Bathory “Cute BBW crashes the car for REAL” from FakeHub FDS. You see, Porn is good for something, makes remembering all those companies titles a cinch. Not to mention, it keeps me from imagining a life I choose not to live. Once again, not down on myself, I’m stating the facts.

The fact that a beautiful woman gives me what’s needed to wake up on mornings like this. One day I’ll be What Women Will Accept.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 198 ~In Exchange For Will~

Don’t get me wrong, as I still plan on having a business of my own, but for now, it’s time to start making some moves with the money I got, and how do they say, gain the whole world and lose your soul. “In Exchange For Will.”

Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Log 198 ~In Exchange For Will~

Forgive Me Echo,
I AM a Billionaire right now, or should I say I have 769,100,000 Pounds Sterling. Now, why would I ever need to know that? In the quest for S E X, I’ve looked up the letters, RICK, CHD, PFE, and was excited for EROS when I first saw it. I agonized over my car last year; not anymore, this is the week. Anyway, I shell out for my Dæmon without question. Whatever It Takes, to keep his health up, of course, I’ll pay the vet. How people say, they change in the name of God but the man that I must become.

I can’t stress this enough, but I’m only speaking the truth. If it becomes a sin, to be honest, then my motivations aren’t worth anything. I’m not a Republican and especially not the President. Someone said the truth would set you free, and I’m not religious either, but unlike last week, I will let it go. The expense of keeping my kid alive, I never question such a decision. It’s only an annual check-up, and everything is fine with him. Again I am traveling through time; today is Monday. Of course, I need to get a refill of his medication before his appointment. Speaking of things, I need to check the Stock Exchange. Instead of letting my money sit in the “Death Star,” I could put it in owning a business. My focus is on Sin Stocks. You know those with Adult Entertainment, condoms, and pills for men. Sometime this week I’ll invest even more.

Why don’t I invest more in being a “good friend?” Do you want to know why I know the exchange rate from dollars to pounds? More adult entertainment, MILF Dos is one of those “California Girls,” but Cherry is across the pond. My Motivations ask, what do I want to be proud of today. Well, I woke up at 1:30 AM to have this conversation with you as always. So if I’m going to talk it might as well be worth something, so I told her I’d stop “giving away” money. I’m smarter with “Specs,” but I know the effect she has on me when she gets close. Cherry isn’t close physically, but money pushes some people away, but with enough? Now that’s something I won’t apologize for, the things I’m doing for more money.

Money, Power, Women, my life exchanged, In Exchange For Will.

I Will Have No Fear

Log 197 ~What Women Will Accept~

Last week I talked about a woman and her word and today, well (Sunday) I ran my mouth to a girl and you know the standard routine, but no, I’m not worrying, a new year and all. What Women Will Accept?

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Log 197 ~What Women Will Accept~

Dear Future Wife,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and this is only Part I. So yes, to answer your question, I like the title. Well, I have a few questions for you if I only dare to ask. Of course, the most obvious you answered before our kids, and My Dæmon agreed to surrender his spot. Another question as the song goes “Do You Love Me” yes, we’ll get into my music today. I won’t have to ask that question, though, if I know every day. The truth is, I must say it to my firstborn three times daily.

Okay, I understand as another song goes, “I Don’t Know How To Love Him.” I look at my reflection in the mirror and wonder the same thing. My Dæmon is often confused enough. You can love the man I had to become for us to be together. The husband, the father, the businessman. Are you willing to accept me though, the real me, and here’s another song, behind my “Charades.” I speak about business, and I’m no lord of war. I can’t say I wouldn’t invest in weapons. Yes, my ambition has always been to become the 1%. You know how I write. I don’t hide my investments because there are no secrets between us. The businesses I check every day. I know men who say, “I have a wife,” or a daughter, sister, mother. I love all the women in my world, but I won’t leave an industry I’ve worked towards my entire life.

Even in the name of love? When that word leaves my lips, it means something. So I ask you, baby girl, when did it mean anything when it came to you and me? I know the who and what, but then there when, where, why, and how. That’s a process I wouldn’t mind repeating, starting “Back At One.” Now that leads me to music, and we’ve had this talk many times. Some use poetry, others art, more the words of great men, and how I try My Love. Music, though it is not my gift, I use it to block “THEM” out and let you in always. Am I less of a man for having a hard time with my voice. I need yours until I can find the words, only three, I Love You.

It’s what I need love, but What Women Will Accept?

I Will Have No Fear

Log 196 ~Hell’s For The Good Times~

Is there anything that entertains me? That doesn’t result in sin; well, there’s always my dæmon who I value over 99% of the populace and those people who do entertain me, well it’s rarely over a conversation. Hell’s For The Good Times I know so well.

Monday, January 13, 2020

Log 196 ~Hell’s For The Good Times~

Hundred And Nineteenth Rule

Madam Justice,
I AM a Billionaire right now, and depending upon who you ask, Heaven and Hell are still on the table. Both were looking me in the face today “Saturday” it was a pretty decent storm. You know how I tell myself stories to get to sleep. Now those have been from Far Cry 5 for the past few weeks. Anyway, while I was driving, I imagined I was flying for the Resistance in Star Wars: The Last Jedi. There was also that scene in Star Trek Deep Space Nine when they pressed on to Cardassia Prime. What about Starship Troopers, flying one of their ships, and carrying groceries?

Let’s say being a Sci-Fi aficionado is one of my lesser sins. Okay, what I want to do with most of the leading ladies in those series is a one-way ticket to Hell. Heaven has never once shown me anything I want, or as the song goes, “peace of mind.” Sure, I want peace, especially these days. I keep telling myself I’m going to leave these young women alone, but I’m going crazy. Dennis Hof built his Heaven in an industry that most think would earn him Hell. If that’s the case, most of my heroes will be there. I was telling Indiana Gone yesterday. America excels at two things, meaningless sex and mindless violence. Everyone gets on me for the one, but hey, I can shoot all the cultists I want, along with a plethora of other crimes, Justice.

My Olds may speak of something different, but the church was never a good time. No, I’m not getting down on myself, only the facts. I still recall I got kicked off the Daystar Facebook page for talking about one of their girls. Okay, that’s more a story for Inspector Echo. Here’s a fact for right now, well I can’t tell you because again I don’t want to put that out into the universe. One sin, though, leads to such “restorative” pain. The point is, I want more because what does Heaven have to offer? Idle hands are the Devil’s instruments, but my hands are working right now. I want to build a Heaven that’s full of sin? Why not a Hell full of angels? In a minute I’ll say let’s return to the garden.

In the Garden of Eden, honey, I can’t stand boredom, Hell’s For The Good Times.

I Will Have No Fear