Wednesday, October 15, 2014

kaa's Kaonabo (Trains of Thought V)

Thirty-six hours without
her lover's voice
in her ear
in her head
apocalyptic thinking
the worst
possible things
to improve her days
and nights
in His arms
holding His treasure close
to the edge
of pleasures forbidden
to experience
without His guidance
she would be lost
in a sea of doubt(ing)
herself as worthy
of more than the average
run-of-the-mill love
to be loved by Him
who accepts her
as she is
flawed to perfection
is attainable
in the form of His love
for her
quirks and moods
set to music
soothing the savage
lurking within
her soul
showing through her eyes
downcast, showing deference
to the Owner
of her mind, body, and heart
of gold(en)
skin waiting to be kissed
and caressed lovingly
taking His time and time again
to begin to show
and tell it on the mountain top(ped)
with snow
falling outside
the box of society('s)
preconceived ideal
of what she should be
all that she can
do and say
"yes" to love, "yes" to happiness
is a firm swat and a kind word
to the wise
man does not live by bread
alone in his rampant thoughts
of "what ifs" and "would have, could have"
done more to show and prove
love without limit
is the (blue) sky-
clad couple
of days
into weeks into months
into years of life
with Him
as Master of her world
revolving around
Him claiming
her as His own...

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Sight Beyond Sight (Trains of Thought IV)

she sees
for me
myself and
I love
all of her
is impossible
to put into words
failing to be adequate
to the heart
beats in my chest
full of hope(ing)
to hear the bells
which can't be unrung
singing songs which can't be unsung
while doing things that cannot be undone
bra clasps the divine teat(er-tottering)
on the edge of in(s)anity
waiting to be filled
wholly spirit(ed)
away to a land
of milk and honey
love no limit
to the (not-so-)subtle
nuances in speech
and deed
to the land of my flesh
and blood (ties)
us together
forever and ever-ever(y)
time I think of you
our/are beautiful
standing the test of time
and time again
and again
my lover, my friend,
my confidence
never wanes
but waxes
poetic words
with friends'
wagers on the (ley) lines
of cocaine to a soul
detoxing the impure
thoughts of my mind
ensconced firm
lips pouting
innocence hiding
in plain sight
for sore eyes
red from crying
myself to sleep
alone night
after (k)night
in dully gleaming armor
all of my vows to my wife's
future happiness
is a warm blanket
wrapped in silver
Selene's light touches
upon my skin
to skin
and soul to soul
of a man's
greatest achievement
in life
long partnership
with the better half
and half
in his coffee-
colored complexion
reflected in her eyes
for me alone.

Monday, January 6, 2014

Mobius Mental Momentum (Trains of Thought III)

mind racing
against time
after time
wasted like white boys
on that white girl
you know it's true
that mistakes made
are lessons learned
the hard way
to strengthen
and become
than we were
before the sunshine
comes the rain
into every life
long dream
a little dream
of me
and you
and us
and ever(y)
time it's you I picture
perfect(ly) happy
holidays spent
like empty bottles
of wine(d)
and dined
on "I Dare You"
rolls around
and around
each other
significantly pleasing
to the eye
love the way you lie
be(d)side manner
of speaking
to my heart
and soul
searching for an answer
on the tip
of my tongue
against your body
massages with grapeseed oil(ing)
every inch of your form
and fashion(ing)
weapons out of caresses
lovingly given
freely flowing
back and forth-
coming again and again
and again back
to where we belong
to each other.

Thursday, November 28, 2013



caresses soft
music playing
in my hair
damp from the showering
of affections, loving
every perfect imperfection(s)
making her unique(ly)
(W)right for me
myself and eye
following the dangerous curves
ahead, slippery when wet
for "Daddy, may I cum(?)
before you, pledging love"
to be with you for the rest of days
past making us stronger together
we stand divided
by Zero - an apocalyptic impossible
to explain to the masses
of scar tissue on your heart
to heart healing touches
the soulful
my life with these words
on paper
covered in calligraphic claret
fills my glass
house laid bare to your sight
for eyes
sore from crying
blood from wounds
given lovingly
bound to the Saint Andrew's cross
your heart and hoping to die
in my arms
wrapped around you possessively
claiming what is Mine
and Mine alone
to love as I see fit
to be tied
with both rope and chain(ed).

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Bound and Un-gagged

some habits
die hard
with a vengeance
like the fury of a woman
scorned by her love
no matter how far
I run
and try to hide
my shame behind
"phantom" masks
of pain(t)ed smiles
fooling no one
that matters
to the "little"
who resides and presides
over... my heart
sworn protector
of my samson, my treasure
that which was given free
of doubt, regret, insincerity
of the tongue
means nothing
to the soul
deep connection
between us,
Vulcan and Venus,
broken Lord of the Forge,
and His delicate deity,
Opposite and perfectly matched
supplement and compliment
burning waters
frozen flames
beyond the comprehension
most possess
only the basest
beyond measure
against the next
with the ex-pectations
set the bar high
from the blood loss
of consciousness
evolved to another
level(s) to this
commitment to ex-cellence
perfect fit
custom grip-ping
the sheets at night
calling numbers
deleted in the heat of the moment
that voice is heard
calming nerves
stressed beyond belief
that love don't live here
any more questions?


Friday, July 26, 2013


tortured while pleasured
the only way she gets off
with this man she hates