30.12.16-honestly
You don’t love
me
you need
me
honestly
30 December 2016
29 December 2016
29.12.16-dance
demon
existing
betwixt worlds
neither
fully dead
nor
fully alive
watching
Angel dances in flames
flames of regret
flames of misery
Angel is benediction
Angel is addicted to he
Angel is connecting to me
until he calls
strange music pulls
me to the flames
essence of Angel
soul
sins
desires
hitting me
like
good skag and coke
until Angel
hears he
runs to he carrying charred pieces of her
heart
soul
I flee
underground
this
our dance
27 December 2016
26 December 2016
24 December 2016
23 December 2016
Insatiable
Insatiable
“You kept me up all night!” she accuses. Wild ash blonde hair a T and panties pouting pouring coffee. I admire her lithe figure long strong legs.
“I was up early there are the flowers on the table. Cabal and I went for a run, then picked a few things up.” I answer. I sit at the table, and she brings 2 cups of coffee, Cabal wags at the mention of his name. And comes over to lie by me.
“So you came home last night? You didn’t just jump in the shower wash her lip-gloss off your cock and change your clothes take Cabal around the block she says sarcastically. I click on Daft Punk walk over to her she’s absent-minded washing the same cup over and over. I embrace her nibbling her neck undressing her find her mouth, as I fondle her nipple rings. On the floor, we fall sending Cabal looking for space. She’s got to be tired but I am not. She stands over me sliding out panties and tossing the T off saying I can’t be expected to reach my potential if I have to wear clothes. “
“Insatiable slut” I growl
“Why you love me! Why you always come back to me!” she screams moans mounting me
“You kept me up all night!” she accuses. Wild ash blonde hair a T and panties pouting pouring coffee. I admire her lithe figure long strong legs.
“I was up early there are the flowers on the table. Cabal and I went for a run, then picked a few things up.” I answer. I sit at the table, and she brings 2 cups of coffee, Cabal wags at the mention of his name. And comes over to lie by me.
“So you came home last night? You didn’t just jump in the shower wash her lip-gloss off your cock and change your clothes take Cabal around the block she says sarcastically. I click on Daft Punk walk over to her she’s absent-minded washing the same cup over and over. I embrace her nibbling her neck undressing her find her mouth, as I fondle her nipple rings. On the floor, we fall sending Cabal looking for space. She’s got to be tired but I am not. She stands over me sliding out panties and tossing the T off saying I can’t be expected to reach my potential if I have to wear clothes. “
“Insatiable slut” I growl
“Why you love me! Why you always come back to me!” she screams moans mounting me
22 December 2016
20 December 2016
18 December 2016
17 December 2016
15 December 2016
13 December 2016
wWash Away the skank
“At least wash the skank away before you get in bed” She accuses.
“I played at Gildersleeves” I answer. I stripped in the hall my jacket and boots soaked melting snow. I walk into the shower letting the jets coat me in warmth. I hear her, “There’s a bird in every pub when you’re trying to come ‘ome right mate” she mocks my accent. outside the shower curtain, I wait to watch in the fogged mirror. “Everybody knows’ how do you think I feel?” at that moment she turns her back
. I throw the shower curtain left her and bring her in the shower she protest’s “ She’s dressed for bed so I strip off her T and panties, now we’re both starkers’ no secrets nothing to hide, “I fucking don’t care what everybody KNOWS, this what MATTERS HEAT, PASSION, LOVE. I come here because it’s HOME you’re ME HOME
“ I’ll wash away that SKANK she says wrapping her legs around me pulling me her pumping hips against me roughly. Screaming You forget them!” as we slide down into the huge tub kissing under the warm rain of the shower. The warm rain cleans off her angry and hurts as she moans, then screams. I get out kissing her shutting the tap. I grab a towel wrap her in it, and carry her to bed she looks tired, soft I kiss her and slide in next to her. She starts to say something I kiss her she closes her eyes and drifts to sleep the skank is gone.
“At least wash the skank away before you get in bed” She accuses.
“I played at Gildersleeves” I answer. I stripped in the hall my jacket and boots soaked melting snow. I walk into the shower letting the jets coat me in warmth. I hear her, “There’s a bird in every pub when you’re trying to come ‘ome right mate” she mocks my accent. outside the shower curtain, I wait to watch in the fogged mirror. “Everybody knows’ how do you think I feel?” at that moment she turns her back
. I throw the shower curtain left her and bring her in the shower she protest’s “ She’s dressed for bed so I strip off her T and panties, now we’re both starkers’ no secrets nothing to hide, “I fucking don’t care what everybody KNOWS, this what MATTERS HEAT, PASSION, LOVE. I come here because it’s HOME you’re ME HOME
“ I’ll wash away that SKANK she says wrapping her legs around me pulling me her pumping hips against me roughly. Screaming You forget them!” as we slide down into the huge tub kissing under the warm rain of the shower. The warm rain cleans off her angry and hurts as she moans, then screams. I get out kissing her shutting the tap. I grab a towel wrap her in it, and carry her to bed she looks tired, soft I kiss her and slide in next to her. She starts to say something I kiss her she closes her eyes and drifts to sleep the skank is gone.
11 December 2016
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23 November 2016
23.11.16-Maid of Orleans
watching Joan of Arc
getting dressed
dark ,hair blazing eyes
bob hair cut
ink on her ribs-
I am not frightened
I was born for this
last night
After the screams and growls
became
soft moans
Became sleep
she dreamt
NOT
Being
the Maid of Orleans
la Marianne
of
wearing white
growing her hair out
dancing at a festival
men in power
Will turn on her
Men in power
will burn her at the stake
refuge in bed
sanctuary
for
a
moment
from
from flames
from battles
from destiny
from sainthood
20 November 2016
18 November 2016
17 November 2016
15 November 2016
14 November 2016
12.11.16-broken
when they broke Angels wings
they awakened
the demon
emerging
from underground
screaming
for
BLOOD
VENGANCE
Embracing
Angel
stole her secrets
their weight
kissed her bloody wounds
fed her
vampyric blood
to fill
cracks In her
heart
soul
eating bitterness
stole her worries
their weight
angel
flew
high
demon
sank
underground
a little
broken
12.11.16-broken
when they broke Angels wings
they awakened
the demon
emerging
from underground
screaming
for
BLOOD
VENGANCE
Embracing
Angel
stole her secrets
their weight
kissed her bloody wounds
fed her
vampyric blood
to fill
cracks In her
heart
soul
eating bitterness
stole her worries
their weight
angel
flew
high
demon
sank
underground
a little
broken
09.11.16-resistance
how long
blue steel
constant companion
I was
the chosen one
Best and brightest
Justified
this morning
fascists
on the streets
hate
it in the
air
got my gun
chambered a round
Something changed
I summoned
the desolation angels
Fascist in the streets
clean kill
legal targets
training grounds
alphabet city
shepherds bush
algiers
it was always going to
be this way
end
this way
urban guerrillas
emerging from the mists of dawn
fading into the city
to
fight
for a new day
we are
your neighbours
we are
your sisters
your brothers
your hope
we are resistance
12 November 2016
10 November 2016
Like you hate me; not a love story in two acts.
“I love this song! The svelte blonde tells me whiskey rocks in hand dancing in place, as” Hunger Strike” plays; “I’m Lisa ” she adds as an afterthought.
“Hi Lisa, having a good night?”
“Let’s see it’s Friday, I threw my husband Monday My kids ask for him, but I just met you so, it's a wash, “Lisa says with a sarcastic laugh. I signal for a refill I finish my drink in one long gulp
“That’s fucked.”
She laughs; you didn’t run “ she answers laughing it's a challenge she laughs.
I pass her a cocktail napkin, “these are all the things I am scared of.” I say
She examines the napkins and flips its over. “”It’s blank,” Lisa said.
“By George, you’ve got it!” I answer “tell me about you?”
” My name is Lisa Beauchamp “ My name is Lisa Ann Traveller I am 27 I work as an editor, and sometime writer at Nassau County News I have 3 kids, and until Monday I was married to a below average man who was an above average father.”
That’s what you are bridge and tunnel frustrated wife, mother, now ex-wife. Conscientious mother and neighbour fit toned yoga body. I knew that when you walked in this place. Warning; I won’t be validating emotions and feelings.
“I didn’t drive into the city for that, She said leaning against me.
“Why did, you come?” I ask nibbling her neck.
“I have been rationing my pussy because he didn’t deserve, I knew he was doing that fat cow.” She says going stiff then wrapping around me.
“I deserve it??” I ask,
No, but there’s a connection, and right now that’s all I need“ She answers.
“My place, which you realize is a forest of books, and art.
“My children are home, so the another option is the car and it’s a bit chilly. “ She says.
“I live around the way, ”I said she takes my hand. We walk no nervous small talk.
This is it. I say pointing at my building. She takes both my hands faces me and says” I haven’t been properly fucked in months. This is important, can you just fuck me like you hate me?”
“Ok,” I answer. We walk up to me flat.
“I have been numb so long I just want to feel something she says and kisses me at my door placing my hand on her breast. Inside is feverish undressing no conversation just raw passion. First against the wall, then the floor, then the bed. We only stop for wine. I admire her body so strong yet soft. We have undeniable chemistry. Finally, have a spliff and sleep.
I feign sleep as she dresses in the dark, and leaves
“I love this song! The svelte blonde tells me whiskey rocks in hand dancing in place, as” Hunger Strike” plays; “I’m Lisa ” she adds as an afterthought.
“Hi Lisa, having a good night?”
“Let’s see it’s Friday, I threw my husband Monday My kids ask for him, but I just met you so, it's a wash, “Lisa says with a sarcastic laugh. I signal for a refill I finish my drink in one long gulp
“That’s fucked.”
She laughs; you didn’t run “ she answers laughing it's a challenge she laughs.
I pass her a cocktail napkin, “these are all the things I am scared of.” I say
She examines the napkins and flips its over. “”It’s blank,” Lisa said.
“By George, you’ve got it!” I answer “tell me about you?”
” My name is Lisa Beauchamp “ My name is Lisa Ann Traveller I am 27 I work as an editor, and sometime writer at Nassau County News I have 3 kids, and until Monday I was married to a below average man who was an above average father.”
That’s what you are bridge and tunnel frustrated wife, mother, now ex-wife. Conscientious mother and neighbour fit toned yoga body. I knew that when you walked in this place. Warning; I won’t be validating emotions and feelings.
“I didn’t drive into the city for that, She said leaning against me.
“Why did, you come?” I ask nibbling her neck.
“I have been rationing my pussy because he didn’t deserve, I knew he was doing that fat cow.” She says going stiff then wrapping around me.
“I deserve it??” I ask,
No, but there’s a connection, and right now that’s all I need“ She answers.
“My place, which you realize is a forest of books, and art.
“My children are home, so the another option is the car and it’s a bit chilly. “ She says.
“I live around the way, ”I said she takes my hand. We walk no nervous small talk.
This is it. I say pointing at my building. She takes both my hands faces me and says” I haven’t been properly fucked in months. This is important, can you just fuck me like you hate me?”
“Ok,” I answer. We walk up to me flat.
“I have been numb so long I just want to feel something she says and kisses me at my door placing my hand on her breast. Inside is feverish undressing no conversation just raw passion. First against the wall, then the floor, then the bed. We only stop for wine. I admire her body so strong yet soft. We have undeniable chemistry. Finally, have a spliff and sleep.
I feign sleep as she dresses in the dark, and leaves
08 November 2016
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31 October 2016
27 October 2016
25 October 2016
Love Story
“What’s your story?” asked the tall brunette, with the bedroom eyes.
“I wanted a drink, I came here,” I answer. I watch her scrutinizing me. I can already feel her embrace.
“Nobody comes here by accident,” she says hands on her hips.
“I sussed this wasn’t the Russian tea room. I wanted gin, why do you care?” I answer. Taking her in khaki shorts, T-shirt, and flip-flops she’s not trying too hard in her 30’s. Still, I’m interested because there seems to be more to her than the feral vibe she’s giving. The feral vibe in a woman’s dirty thirties’ is to be expected. Yet there is depth, and challenge that tests me I buy her a drink and hand it to her.
“I don’t need small talk, “ She says.
“I am not looking to get to know the real you, you’re safe” I answer. I slide her a fiver, and she goes to the jukebox Prince she definitely passed the test. 1999 is coming on as she makes her way back to the bar. I take her hand and dance for a moment. At the bar, she leans into me. I kiss her neck. She gives me a soft moan. We don’t really speak much. I look up its last call. She says, “I am not looking for a husband. I am looking for multiple orgasms.
“I can help with that” I answer.
“Wow, you’re cocky.” She says “but I can work with that, can you handle a full grown woman?”
“Let's roll, “ I say
“Beach first lets swim first. She answers. I turn the car towards the beach.
‘Not exactly a love story she says.
“Yeah, but I am thinking a good story.
“What’s your story?” asked the tall brunette, with the bedroom eyes.
“I wanted a drink, I came here,” I answer. I watch her scrutinizing me. I can already feel her embrace.
“Nobody comes here by accident,” she says hands on her hips.
“I sussed this wasn’t the Russian tea room. I wanted gin, why do you care?” I answer. Taking her in khaki shorts, T-shirt, and flip-flops she’s not trying too hard in her 30’s. Still, I’m interested because there seems to be more to her than the feral vibe she’s giving. The feral vibe in a woman’s dirty thirties’ is to be expected. Yet there is depth, and challenge that tests me I buy her a drink and hand it to her.
“I don’t need small talk, “ She says.
“I am not looking to get to know the real you, you’re safe” I answer. I slide her a fiver, and she goes to the jukebox Prince she definitely passed the test. 1999 is coming on as she makes her way back to the bar. I take her hand and dance for a moment. At the bar, she leans into me. I kiss her neck. She gives me a soft moan. We don’t really speak much. I look up its last call. She says, “I am not looking for a husband. I am looking for multiple orgasms.
“I can help with that” I answer.
“Wow, you’re cocky.” She says “but I can work with that, can you handle a full grown woman?”
“Let's roll, “ I say
“Beach first lets swim first. She answers. I turn the car towards the beach.
‘Not exactly a love story she says.
“Yeah, but I am thinking a good story.
24 October 2016
21 October 2016
18 October 2016
17.10.16-fix
fire fight
Montrose
over the edge
East Village
throat cut
Alphabet City
blood
stained snow
Berlin
Pied Noir
One in the chamber
Angry Berber’s
Algeria
looking for
good gear
a bag of candy
whilst
prosty’s
and
millennium
stories
on the
pavements
Kings Cross
only thing
could
has
killed me
love
still
jonesing
for
one
fix
17 October 2016
15 October 2016
14.10.16-perchance
something in her
seems to
know
the fractures in me
perchance
a tryst
in
the enigmatic
palace of secrets
perchance
a lovely smile
covers
madness and sadness
misery
perchance
lovely eyes
seen too much
wept
perchance
a soul so deep
has been
bruised and torn
shattered
perchance
some secrets
are just that
secret
13 October 2016
13.10.16 Blue Bunny prophesies Psalm 69
feeding on the dark
feeding in the dark
it’s been so long
Blue Bunny
knows where me soul
absconded
to
don’t need it
don’t want it
outcast
stranger
Blue Bunny
On me shoulder
vampyric thirst
demonic hunger
a dangerous man
in a perilous land
It’s been so long
Blue bunny
calling
me
threshold of light
I stand
Blue bunny on my shoulder
So long in darkness
It's been so long
Feeding on the dark
Feeding in the dark
It's been so long
The light
Offends
Me eyes
12 October 2016
11 October 2016
06 October 2016
03 October 2016
03.10.16-Siren
deep underground I hear her call
arousing me
connecting to me as no
creature of light should
she cries from the rivers edge
where mortals meet fate
I hear her soft voice over the wails
The damned
I slip off the crown of thorns
Begin to ascend
Hearing her above
the lost souls
I rise
It will end in disaster
everything does
All that matters
is
mystery
search
seduction
Siren
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