Ballad of the Slinger –

“There was no ‘I’ in team, but there was meat in team. And we were all dead meat.”
― Jennifer Lane, Blocked

 

“and after much thought he said to me…I know your game…you don’t have any game and that’s your game…”  –  da man wit dreads

  

You hit me hard and I took my licks

You gave me hard and expected bricks

You studied me and gave me ninety-nine

your thinking that I’d lose my mind

Telling me I put you up the ladder

with big men you’re countin’ cheddar

You played the game with our soul

thought my women would bring me low

But I saw what you’re gonna do

I was ahead of your game yeah ahead of you

You look and fretted while the money flowed

at the very end it wasn’t you I owed

With halting eyes you knew it was done

playing the game without game you knew I won

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First published in Opinions Of Eye.com

Good Morning – A royal awakening for a lover –

“I was dead until you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came…and I was awakened.” ― J.R. Ward, Lover Awakened

Alas, she wakens with breath so sweet that all words long to be formed by her delicious lips. What better way to both live and die than in the mouth of one so delectable…soon I’ll follow them into your caves of pleasure…I find all paths of your perfumed delight leading to home….

I know what will take you from the nether regions of rest my love, I need but spend an hour with your body that responds with eagerness against my flicks of hunger and your passion will run on this beard, while your legs struggle to support the reality that you have not gone to heaven yet, you only visited there by my invitation…

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First published in Opinions Of Eye.com

One Thing, Everyday – Do something to help

“How selfish soever man may be supposed, there are evidently some principles in his nature, which interest him in the fortune of others, and render their happiness necessary to him, though he derives nothing from it, except the pleasure of seeing it.” 

 – Adam Smith

I saw this picture, a boy collapsed on the road to a UN Food Camp, a vulture waiting for him to die, and I said to myself, “way the hell am I whining about anything?” Am I that frigging spoiled that I don’t recognize how good I have it? After a good self flagellation, I determined these goals in life: take the weight off of those who I’m around, bring a smile to a desperate soul, lift up a broken human being back onto the path of life, and give one hungry soul a bite to eat. Basically, look for the opportunity, everyday, to reach out of my comfort zone and help someone. What if I could do just one thing, everyday, to help someone out? Then my perspective would be changed, then I would stop complaining, then I would really be living.

Un-circular Reasoning

“We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap.” – Anthony Hopkins

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I followed my thought,

I just knew it was true.

It led me down the way,

I loved it straight through.

When I arrived at what

I thought was the end,

it spun me around

to start over again.

So the circle continued,

long day after long day.

My thoughts ran me ragged

They were more than I could pay.

At that moment of decision

confused but now I know,

just because my thoughts lead me,

doesn’t mean I should go.

Also published in: Broowaha

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Shhhhh…. – Words can maim for life

 “Because even the smallest of words can be the ones to hurt you, or save you.”
― Natsuki Takaya

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The tongue can set a fire no man can extinguish. The venomous stings it inflicts can break apart even the best friendships. Life and death are in the power of the words we speak. We’d do well to remember that when we blithely spout off the latest rumors, the latest dirt, about the ones we love. Don’t repeat the gossip, don’t listen to the gossip. Shhhhh…..

Also published in Wingposse Magazine, December 2012

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Though – To forget you, I cannot

 “Love between strangers takes only a few seconds and can last a whole life.”
― Simon Van Booy, Love Begins in Winter: Five Stories

I felt your hair, though you were a stranger, laying on my leg.

I enjoyed your attention, though you were distracted, by another.

I let myself feel you, though I knew you would leave, again.

I remember you now, though others have forgotten, you never left me.

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A Uniquely Exquisite Pattern – The Pain Of Success

“As my sufferings mounted I soon realized that there were two ways in which I could respond to my situation — either to react with bitterness or seek to transform the suffering into a creative force. I decided to follow the latter course.” – Martin Luther King Jr.

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I bear wounds that seem to never heal, a constant pain that surrounds all my reality. Where will I go from it? What will I do with it? Pain is my fuel that stokes the fires of excellence and success. Without it, I’m powerless before pleasure, seduced to be complacent. I bear the marks of life’s whips in a uniquely exquisite pattern. So beautiful are their ragged trails that spell my name – “Survivor”. To excel I must accept my pain. When I fight it, or hide from it, it kills me. When I accept it, it empowers me. Mourn your pain, then brush yourself off, take it by the ear and demand from it success, knowing that unless you experience the depths of pain, you’ll not know the heights of joy.

Also published in:  Broowaha
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Alone In The Company of Her

“The trouble is not really in being alone, it’s being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don’t you think?” – Christine Feehan, Dark Prince 

 

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We smiled our smiles, kisses burned

Feelings rushed one way

For me not returned

This is how I find myself

Alone in the company of her

Also published in: Broowaha

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Yet His Eyes – PTSD

“The guns taught only one thing, but they taught it well: of what consequence is life? Of what consequence is a man? And, therefore, of what consequence if he tramples love in one place and goes to find it in the next? The little moment that he has, let him be at peace, far from the guns and all that remind him of them.” – Cornell Woolrich, The Fantastic Stories of Cornell Woolrich
 

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The wound, hidden, bled through his clothes

Those he meets casually talk in cliches

Yet his eyes, bright with promise, gleam for today

He will never stop running, though he grows weak,

from the stain flowing down his shirt

Yet his eyes, bright with promise, gleam for today 

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Poisoned Love – A death sentence for love

“Love does not last forever, then?”
“He asked me the same thing this morning,” she said. “No, it does not – not love that has been betrayed. One realizes that one has loved a mirage, someone who never really existed. Not that love dies immediately or soon, even then. But it does die and cannot be revived.” 
– Mary Balogh, Simply Perfect

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I’m surprised at myself. Being a spiritually enlightened man, well acquainted with my own faults and well exercised at forgiving a mountain of offenses against me, I’ve found myself at an insurmountable barrier, bitterness at a betrayal, no not just one, but many betrayals, of my lover against me. I mouth the words like I know I should, “I forgive you”, I pray the prayers, “Lord help her”, but yet, I find a seething bleeding wound festering beneath my loving mask. Why does this have a root in me? Worse, why can’t I, under any amount of coercion, cleanse myself of this horrid stew I’ve brewed? I haven’t yet tasted the foulness of it, but I can smell it, tainting the air of conversation and poisoning the purity of the love I felt. I’m sure it’ll kill all of my affection, but, I must make sure it doesn’t destroy my compassion for others, or let it morph into its evil sibling, revenge. God help me, I’m just like the one I despise! Now I’m left with this battle, and how to win it, I’ve no sure plan. I need an intervention of grace, power to do what I could never do.

“Everyone suffers at least one bad betrayal in their lifetime. It’s what unites us. The trick is not to let it destroy your trust in others when that happens. Don’t let them take that from you.” ― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Invincible

Also published in: Lifeasahuman.com 

Also published in: Broowaha

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