Screams turn to tears

I am blood
And death
And pain

I am night
And ink
And shadow

I am shattered
And tired
And ending

Time turns the wheel
There is no purpose
Just another day
Break

Some kind of locksmith

So this side of me
That few get to see
Has unlocked so quickly
However did you get the key?

For those that don’t know
What I don’t often show
So serious, so low

There’s a side to me that’s silly
Delightfully
A bit goofy, yes really

Yawn… Stretch

I dislike how we got here
Whatever here turns out to be
All I know is that
I’m breathing for the first time in years
Woken for the the first time
Smiling
Working with you
I don’t know what will happen
But now
Now is enough for now

A monster abides

There are things in me
Monsters
Darkness
Whispering desires convered
in blood and pain
Desires that I indulge in
When everyone agrees
But in the deepest pit of me
I see a piece that wants to take without permission
Wants to break and harm
And that I will not allow
So I know that darkness
That pitch black monster
Sitting in the deepest chasm of me
Chained up
So I cannot abide this in others
Monsters should not be allowed to have free rein
I should know
I’m one of them

And though now all will flee
Truth is all I have
Doing what is necessary
Even if the price paid
Destroys me

Philosophy is a delicate ruleset

I myself am a creature of rules
But imposing those rules on other people is akin to speaking in tongues
And so much of what I call rules is really
philosophy not proscription, prescription
Live your life out loud is a fine poster
but how does one do this
what is its structure.

Karma likes to play games

Challenge these victories
That float away like dust
Like words left unspoken
Can’t tell if it’s you or me
Won’t give in to simple lust
Give me the complicated, the broken

A nuzzling wolf
He drinks hearts blood
Seeking to heal
But scenting that limping
The wolf wants its way
But I’m a man too
I get to choose

But choices are difficult things
Wanting them flawless
But nothing works out that way
Settle for understood and forgiven

Best to give what was got
And given

It all comes from one place

We all sit in this stasis
Just wondering what our place is
Waking up we wonder
When will what we built, be plowed under

We’re treading water
Waiting to be reborn

But rebirth is painful
It’s not shameful
To cry our tears
To build up from our fears

We live by forgetting
Let’s change the venue
Change the setting

We’re all just healing
Our broken hearts reeling

But we hold each other up
Our hands around hearts are cupped
Keeping that blood
from spilling
out

Love is the journey
Make no mistake
Without it we’re burning

I’m a Sir not a master
I’ve helped others through disaster
Build you up to set you free
Maybe, someday, that’ll be me

Hungry

It’s the afternoon
And, as always, this wakes my hunger up
It begins in glances and smiles
Working its way through to my hands
Longing to touch you
My feet, to take me to you.
Works its way to my tongue longing to taste you
My teeth to bite you and mark you as mine
It spreads to my lips longing to press to the soft and hard parts of you
It spreads electric down to my cock
Pulling it upward in defiance of gravity
Until it’s rock hard, pulsing and warm
It longs for your touch
The feel of your hand
The feel of it entering warm dark places of ecstasy and eloquence
Sliding in like completing a circuit of me and you
Trapped in this eternal moment of hunger