Monthly Archives: February 2013

… what you make of it

… the way we pay attention to the world can make a huge difference in the way we experience it. Explore your surroundings and create your own ideas about what you find; everyone’s definition of the same exact word will always be different from yours so get out there and discover your own truth …

Schoolings

 
roam the waters in clusters
with neighbors
navigating different shades of blue
changing by the league traveled
taking in the reflections of surroundings
shimmering on the scales
of all the other fish in the sea

there are so many others

bouncing the light’s rays off into the universe
for everyone else to see them
the same image will always differ
given the canvas
or the audience
carrying more stories about the oceans
than the tides themselves
because the refractions are advancing with the pack
or not
but either way
they echo for miles
until the final wave ripples into shore

around swarm the fish
gathering to feed
to speak
to explore

a fish out of its natural waters
always disappears
gradually dying by degrees
because oceans were never meant to have walls
and even the grandest tanks
with the realest of fake currents
is missing the pull of the moon


… my funny [drunk] valentine

 

… to all the drunks, the lovers, and any combination of the two … ❤

 

Drunken Love 

 

it’s been too long

haven’t had a taste

withdrawal sets in

i need

i need my fix

just one sip

one lick

one taste

just one

 

your flavor

that scent

draws me in

deeper

stronger

i must have it

just one

just one hit

quick

smooth

warm on my lips

sweet on my tongue

tickling my urges

i love

love

love

the sensations you introduce

induce

my tempest

my body you easily seduce

 

consuming every ounce of your offering

i feel the effects

warmth surging through my veins

igniting senses

my mind skipping tenses

rewind to the last time

wait stop

pause

right there

press play

 

now i lose control

 

i need more than that

more than just one

just one more

another sip

another lick

another taste

just one more

 

i promise

i will quit after this

but you

your flavor i miss

i remain stuck

weak to your poison kiss

my tolerance is high

but my indulgence

that’s you

is too strong

 

touched my toes

paid a visit to my thighs

taking over my being

from the inside

 

my eyes

open

but low and glazed

 

the ecstasy percolates

emanates

trapped feelings wait to escape

i become dizzy

perhaps i had too much

vision blurs

room stirs

my head spins

i surrender

you win

 

you have gotten the best of me

yet again

why can’t i ever

just one time

just once

say no

resistance is never an option

i can not

not one time

never once

just say no

 

you linger in me

on me

around me

your buzz races through me

setting me free

you allow me

to be me

uninhibited

and to not give

not one shit

 

my exhilaration peaks

and you completely

mercilessly

take me captive

the physical world

so unstable

but you

you keep me steady

alive

you keep me

needing more

just one more

one more sip

one more lick

one more taste

just one more

 

before i pass out

straight blackout

i must admit

i have a problem

the first step to recovery

you are a problem

my problem

i can’t stop

i love the feeling you give me

i just can’t stop

getting drunk off your love

 

 

 

 


… a revival

…  revival [ri-vahy-vuh l]  noun

1.

restoration to lifeconsciousnessvigorstrength, etc.
2.

restoration to use, acceptance, or currency: the revival of old customs.
3.

new production of an old play.
4.

a showing of an old motion picture.

(I left out a few)

It has been months since I have posted and, before then, months in between. There are reasons for that and there are no reasons at all. I would like to get back into the swing of posting (hopefully daily) and at the same time change the method to it all. There will be no rhyme nor reason to what goes up, it being posted simply means it has been written.

Some things will be more elaborate than others, some won’t be completed, some will have nothing to do with anything at all but the common tie, which is the only thing that matters, is that everything found its way to paper …

This is a revival of  … beenlefttowrite … the definitions of the word itself embody what this page is intended to portray, to reflect, to be:

Life || Consciousness || Vigor || Strength || Acceptance ||

Old Customs || New Production of Old

and so much more …