Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Poetry: Famished and Waiting


Famished and Waiting



The enchantment
Of each anticipated communication with you
Incantations of finally being with you

Spells cast
In the intrigue of you
Of us

Our theme music encases us
From the moment we first lay eyes upon
Unknown destinations
Adventures we have not yet begun


Unexpected paths crossed
At a time where there was nothing at all
Timing and fate let the chips fall

Now there is this connection
That we both watched be born

Connect
Connection
Real open interest even
Refreshing

Man and woman
No posturing
Mixed signals with some down beat
Or hinged on personal fraility

Each moment that passes
I await the final countdown
Where reality and you
Bring forth unforgettable memories

So I wait
Savoring the taste



From the chocolatezeus collection  4/17/18  ©

Poetry: Tattered Remnants


Tattered Remnants



There is nothing like that feeling
When the gauge rest on empty
When you smile in
Apathetic christening

Breathe in indifference
Keyed to the tune of
F minor

No closing credits play
Recycled and cycled
Withering rememberance

As transformations
Leave unrecognizable residue

Was that mine?
What is that?
Unrecognized by design

Love
Match
Set
Get the fuck out of here

Displaced
Anti time consuming
Spatial relation
Defaces what did exist
Ever existed

Tattered remnants
The only things to still
Relish in

Fade to black
Then
Fade to a darker black again

A dead star within a black hole
Is where the story stays
Stagnant


From the chocolatezeus collection  4/17/18  ©

Poetic Expression: The Joy of Compartmetalization


The Joy of Compartmentalization



Relishing in
Disconnected feelings and emotions
To  adhere to distance protocols

Zeroed out relating
On call relevance
Substandard meanings

Flames died
Heart encased in carbonite
Laughing internally and guffawing outside

Insert here
Until the time is elapsed
Definition of meaning
If there is any meaning at all

All good
We will return to a semblance of it all
Fortuitous moments
Until the clock expires again

Momentary candy rain
Enjoying each morsel as they fall
Until it is time

Time to forget
Dismiss it all

Place you back in your box
Until it is time to
Put you in the relevance column
Play until the light begins beeping

Return to sender
Before the time expires

Back in the box
Out of sight and out of mind
Until relevance
Rears itself upon the next time limit

As I close the draw

Till the next time
When I will know you at all



From the chocolatezeus collection  4/17/18  ©

Monday, April 16, 2018

A Moment in Poetry: Lost in Sweet Anticipation


Lost in Sweet Anticipation



Lost in conversation
Hours upon hours shared
Pleasant realization

Tossed together with
Eye candy appeal
Reckless communication

This direct
Unrestricted interaction
Raises the dead
Destroying the apathetic syndications

This flow of energy
Soothing and stimulating

As I want
Desire and need
More and more
Entwined copulation
Meeting of emotions, mentality and physicality’s

As sure as the heart beats
Impatiently waiting
Licking lips
Doing mental carnal gymnastics

As I await
That first kiss
Touches that are bombastic
Culminating our cultivations

Dead until resurrected in

Sweet anticipation



From the chocolatezeus collection  4/16/18  ©

A Quick Review of a Week in Netherland

I got back last week to the same old aspects of everything that needs to be fixed, handled and a miracle made out of.  But increasingly that has become the case.

Still loving those bomb ass wild Carolina bbq wings at Wing It though. Damn, I am addicted.

I watched and listened as attitude flared up. Watched jealousy apparent erupt from the ashes.

Found diagnosis mixed with unexpected messages out of the blue made me very circumspect.

Cigars burned while I dealt with issues both new and old. As I took time to associate values and levels to what has to be done next. From compartmentalizations to being spaced.

It made me wish I had someone to be myself, talk to and let the guard down with. Then I remember that the enemies are everyone. Especially within camp.

I am ready to watch Avengers Infinity War a few times shortly. And then it will be on to some serious Deadpool 2. Which I wish was already here so I can see this Cable adventure.

The book is being worked on. The writing lately has been filled with incite and moving feelings. The ink is spilling in a vicious and main line manner. Well more than before.

It is time to get my tattoo done. And I need to prepare to have a patch made as well.

Out with the old and in with the new. A new journey begins, while the old won't be renewed.

Hell, I might not even be bothered with the event with the demon and do what I do. It definitely will be more fun and interesting as well.

Time for some writing and dogfighting. So Tallyhoe!!!

I am Mission Impossible

Discussion with the girls led to me explaining how I am.  And realizing why it is difficult for little one and the past ones to be able to deal with me.

I am the first to come to the rescue, sacrifice and kill everything if need be for those that I actually love and care about. Even if it is against they wishes at times. It is part of why little one says I am stubborn and why won't I let her help.  But I will not say a thing about what is going on with me. No need to divulge thoughts or feelings because for 7 years now it has just been Me.

Helping me really doesn't seem to realistic. I have observed the times where I have extended the hand and saying I need some help in the form of comforting support and I got attitude and distance. I used the thought process of being able to do that with someone I was dating and I was wrong. I could no longer do that. I assimilated the message and returned to exactly how I am post and pre CD. I thought I was just weak at first when I reached out last year but then I realized that wasn't the case. I was merely coming to the realization and functioning of the current environment.  The story was written on their blackboard from the beginning. I saw elevation in what they only saw and unattainable.

It was that moment last year where I realized that there was only Me, Myself and I. That if the compartmentalized wanted to appear then they can and disappear back into their distant existences. The plug in play existence began.

Trust, comfort, reliability are things that remain internal outside of my Life Unscripted partner.  So many things have happened in this 380 day existence. The things I wanted that moment of respite from someone that actually gave a damn. Or just have a conversation where I didn't have to fix, manage and create at the same time. But that is not what I am here for or what I am built for. I had my repository and it is gone. The only vault left is my own.

Open to someone worthy but not even bothering thinking about it because it is a fallacy based on current events. As I have from little one and even red velvet back in the day that this type of internalization is not a good thing. They wouldn't, couldn't understand. They have nothing to do with me.  Like the Missouri state motto though, if someone is worthy they can SHOW ME.

Until then the Army of One remains. And the product of Apocalypse will continue upon this path of disconnected remains. Nothing to give. Nothing to share. Merely my things that you have no need to be involved in anyway.


You an only give individuals a chance. They choose what they will do with it. Let them choose so you can place them promptly and properly in their very own secured vestibule.


Life is about choices. Choose wisely.