Tag: Writing

Bard from Light

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Everything that can be said and not said, release the beast if we lived in such a place but with Donald Trump and others whose to know; even the written word is not safe. Bard from Light, maybe because the crazies have white rooms hmm

And we make our swords
into seven billion cages
while our flags become the pages
so that others will never know what rage is.
Love is several slamming doors

as with our eyes wide shut
we can’t live out loud.
Fahrenheit 451 and how
do we get out
one more war is never enough

when all the good men are gone, the gods, the knights
yet we can never cleanse our souls or purge
Who wants to converge
on a graveyard, but, yes ma’am, yes sir, and her
the lion sleeps tonight

So where is the light?

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Only Can Discover

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A cure maybe, or a way to find relief, other than filling my head with numbers, how many times I checked the door, or people stay quiet, a method of forgetting and not having to worry about so much. Only Can Discover healthy.

Oh did I forget to lock the door
or should I try once more, I swore
only to turn around, before

conceivable the dog runs out of water
catching myself but what I said to somebody’s daughter
catastrophic humiliation, why I oughta

delay going in if people saw it, read it, and
decided… it doesn’t matter, I think I can, I think I can
do it, get up and go, man

oops, how many times, five, four, three,
can I ever be free of this disease?
Don’t know but count on my being O.C.D.

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Bark Check

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All it took was a dog walking alone in the street, the little doggie I so wanted to save and I don’t know where he is now, how about my own four-legged son who this moment is lying under my feet waiting. “Bark Check” how I have gone looking for love

And I never ask the stars’ advice
on what to wish for or dream up next
I simply take it to the bank

neglecting to take the time to thank
God… people… my puppy dog once or twice
who never asks and I could never expect

to try, but somehow we both collect
not a dollar, rupee or franc.
No, it’s not some sort of prize

of life or waiting in some paradise.
It’s in every moment it doesn’t need a sec
a minute, a vault or a tank’s

protection, though my little friend you never shrank
from I love you, our names both blank
as love is without a price.
So what the heck
a dog’s love is a blank check

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Will Known

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Something I’m going to regret, not today, hopefully not tomorrow, but for now as they sing fifteen percent concentrated power of Will, though I’m firing on all cylinders now. Will Known, who knows but someday maybe, and no I don’t mean never heh

How can you define Will?
Not in the words of a dead man
Have you bothered to check?
Could you possibly, listen, listen, hear, and understand
this secret I spill

What, “I’m Alive”, Will,
before the faces of a billion men
some wrong women I suspect,
to my virtues and vices, regrets and sins
I’ll scream it until

who I am and choose to be is Will
like Will Smith Will Schuester, Will Parry
do they expect
I can be like them, then it’s not so scary
until I thrill

when adversity threatens, my force of Will
more effective than an AK, hotter than a Molotov cocktail
let me direct
World War Three on Pay TV, a script to Hell
Maybe I can pay the bills

where Batman does but sign my checks Will
with my potential, my future, like any superhero
God knows I’m not perfect
I’m only human don’t you know…
No, then I have something to fulfill

Why promise anyone but Will
Free Will, Iron Will, even if I’m the one to blame
There will be some respect
People will remember the name
Yes I’m gonna make it, yes I Will

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Grin’s Fairytale

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I hate my smile and I could say it’s because I have bad teeth, fell on the stairs, hit with a baseball bat amongst other things but words can be just as damaging to be sure and my words well… Grin’s Fairytale, weren’t “Grimm’s Fairytales” horror

Because I can’t stand to “sup”
or suspend, the words blurry.
I can’t help but worry
as I latch on, again and again
to hmm, oh, I stand in awe
though there is no God

present, he need not hurry
as I have not grown up;
and since when has any man been enough?
“Oh, yes, there will be blood” Jigsaw
spilled his guts but oh when, oh when
will I say the right word to win?

It’s a setup,
when I thought she was a friend
but a stranger, and the skin
crawls, surely
I’m guilty; who am I to say Nah,
to cry, to scream, to laugh, ta-ta

Instead, I offer no sound, no fury
for judge, jury, executioner I draw
no excuses for my shame, as my jaw
knows I should shut the hell up
My every thought, word, and dream a sin
Swallow them, here’s my shit eating grin

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Stone Cold Catch

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I don’t drink to excess, and I haven’t smoked… in a few years, but I have big dreams and I don’t think I can carry them, those things are reserved for heroes, ask Lois Lane. “Stone Cold Catch”, is when you have to come down, sooner rather than later.

And how high was I
Goodbye to every star-crossed wish
kissed by the sun, big as all

falls not to the Earth
Sure were easy to take,
mistaking myself for Atlas

Madness that I have dreamed myself above
beloved superheroes
weirdo, freak, villain, pervert, so just leave me alone

Stoned simple and plain

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Grave Vocabulary

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Words hurt, words kill, on one hand, I’m not one for politics or religion, some words though do damage on a more personal level I suppose, sometimes I wish we were more like the people of Pontypool. Grave Vocabulary

And we all fall down

from the graduate to the class clown
What defines us, is the letters
which fair
no better when we put them together

to allow a king his crown
or any man to speak for God
Feel it coming in the air
tonight, every sin, how we are flawed

Not friend, not lover, or a victor, no noun
Enemy, fiancé, target, mutt
Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally, we’re all scared
But we shut up

when the new girl in town
wants us to believe
she’ll be the last beautiful girl, anywhere.
Please, please, please, it’s a disease

this vanity that somehow
people still ask why
hateful words are all we have to share
Do you think God is listening on high

until he can no longer grin and bear
because I’m already there

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A Season’s Disgust

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Rule No.1 is Cardio, yeah I have a better chance with zombies when once upon a time I was in the Navy though I hate the water mostly and my eyes got me into trouble in many ways. A Season’s Disgust, I could walk but I’ll drive, know what I can’t do

And if I were lost…

Seeing Santa and yes you scoff,
even I know the truth but for all Apollo’s worth
and a prayer to Cupid, for my heart, hurts.
See the men who grew wings and learned to blast off
Or the son of man who has being the boss
noted the dead being unearthed
So Superman and Aladdin are not coming down to Earth

Desperate Santa says the present is too hot.
I watch Apollo, blot out the sky,
so I don’t have to ask Cupid why oh why,
guessing while other men live on top.
Understanding not why Jesus doesn’t stop
start or anything as I run, I walk and crawl he tries
telling me how much it sucks to fly

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Basic Bar

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I’m don’t drink, it impairs judgment, makes you say something stupid, makes you completely different but every so often I get that nudge for a drink. “Basic Bar” been on my knees, hugging the porcelain altar because I’m just so sick of

A man walks into a bar

as the people say, how bizarre
and demand that he be locked in a cage
for his rage.
His judges, big and small, wherever they are

the man would say au revoir
only he needs to forget his pain
But he sings that I wish it would rain
just so he knows how tall, on what star

To set a much higher bar
Because sitting here in limbo
with just another… no just leave him alone.
Only now he’s on WordStar

a few scars
to remind him, the sky’s the limit.
In five minutes
he’s in the back of a patrol car

while my guitar
gently weeps.
So I creep
to ask him before he’s taken down the boulevard

“Just another so and so from afar…”

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Sage Advice for My Wonderland

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Trying to scare another woman away but she’s a “professional” honestly though I didn’t know a “sure” on Twitter, would elicit any type of response that she wrote to me and who knows who else but yeah I was flattered Sage Advice for My Wonderland

Well considering your offer, I suppose I can see myself to the ranch so luxury hotel accommodations would be nice, though pick something you are quite comfortable with as I don’t see us leaving for the next two days unless something comes to mind. As for the weekend, I have broken it up into four quite different encounters, that will take some research to put together but I we will have to try I suppose.

The first I call “Jailbait Heroines” Young Adult novels have always been quite the fetish of mine and as for which novel I can call my favorite is nearly impossible. You cosplaying as Katniss Everdeen and Beatrice “Tris” Prior is a must, I might also recommend bringing a friend but considering resources you doing both roles at different times would be awesome. There will be multiple costume changes throughout this encounter with all the characters I have in mind such as Bella “Twilight”, Ember “Article 5”, Lena Duchannes “Beautiful Creatures”, Rose Hathaway “Vampire Academy” to name a few; you wouldn’t happen to be Mystique by any chance; as for costumes…

1. Black T-Shirt, Panties, Black High Heels, Brown Jacket, or Catching Fire Jumpsuit “Katniss”
2. Jumpsuit or Military Suit (Insurgent, Allegiant) “Tris”
3. Tight Dark Blue Dress “Bella”
4. Long Skirt, White Button Blouse “Ember” (Research Needed)
5. Old Southern Style, Yellow Night Gown, Plantation Style Black Dress “Lena Duchannes”
6. Black Leather Jacket, Mini Skirt, Tight Black Dress, Black Boots “Rose”

My second encounter is “Working During The Apocalypse” I have yet to decide on an apocalyptic scenario but I image a young woman seeking refuge from the horrors of the outside world. Be aware that nearly all of these encounters will be mixed with some form of bondage, but I’ve seen the things you can do with that. You should brush up a bit on Bible Black though other than the schoolgirl costume you can improvise a character perhaps; I’ll have to think of my favorites a bit.

Another encounter will be an improvised scène from the movie “The Falling” honestly I haven’t seen it but the scene I require I know quite well. Easily enough you’ll play Maisie Williams’s character of “Lydia Lamont” and a white blouse and plaid skirt should be easy enough to find I take it. Already I know I am asking quite a lot, with breaks for room service, to shower, and maybe a bit of sleep hopefully.

Last but not least is another improvise scene from one of my favorites “Hannah Harper” as the naughty housewife, so sinfully small white robe will be all that is needed. Again you can play the role however you see fit, though you should also have scattered lingerie around the room, and wear a crucifix since holier than thou girls is also another fetish of mine. We also need to talk about video documentation as well, for all of these encounters, voyeurism, exhibitionism, and of course, BDSM; are fetishes of mine.

Now I honestly believe I’m dreaming considering, the time and resources it will take to get from here to there but I’m not one to leave a lady hanging. You wanted to know the details of my fantasies and these four may change at any time before we ever meet face to face, with time