Mad Max in the Thunderdome...week in revue

So it has been hot here at the beach. The northerners are down here and creating more accidents and chaos than the ones that already moved here. So yes, I have needed to just get in an interceptor and just ride around shooting and blowing up everything and everyone.

The week?

Well, the week has been interesting to say the least.

Discussions about why Dominants and Masters should let their submissives and slaves have access to their journals. Yeah, that would cave their little heads in reading that stuff. lol

The inability for submissives and slaves to be able to transition and process the differences from their adventures as the career female in their lives and everything to being a submissive or slave in a dynamic. That make me submit to you and everything were on the table again.

The evidence of relevance and importance was shown and put on full display. Almost like more episodes of the issues with the old teen dream thing came out.

Work was something else. Got a chick that is aloof along with a bunch of other misfits. lol

The horny sadist is way out of control! I am looking at chicks i wouldn't look at normally and thinking about fucking and beating them.  smh


I had to spend time out in the country since my cousin was down as usual from Mass. I had plenty to eat and drink.  I need to keep my alcohol level up you know!

That comfort need thing was evaluated, understood and put into it's vault.

Really ready to hit the skies here shortly and be on the move. It is past time with everything else that has been going on. Need something, so went back to my old way.

I definitely ate and drank well. And I am going to keep that going.


little one has been dealing with things so supporting her through her 1st dom dying and so many other things. As I told some folk this is the non glamorous and fun stuff but it is what has to and should be done. Take care of your charge.

Dating? lol yeah.  There will be more changes in this area.  But definitely have a lot of work to do.

And it is about time for two more tattoo's. Chocolate Doll and a collaring or dedication.

Half the year is gone and I am ready to get it over with and get a move on.

As Evil parts I will leave these right here...



I love you
Miss you
Need you


...ball is in your court



Back to chaos and destruction

Why Yes!! I Am Blunt Force Trauma

I have been watching the sunset on the dating thing. Watching it drift wherever the fuck they are taking it to. 

This is a by product of being direct and females hating love and unable to trust themselves or anyone else that is not doing exactly what they want. As Ru pointed out to me my blunt force trauma approach has an  equal and opposite reaction mostly. (helps weed out the weak immediately mostly)

I listened to Aaron Hall's "the truth" album. One of those rare occasions I listen to r&b. And this is one of the few albums I can listen to from beginning to end. 

He told females:

We can Do Anything

Open Up

Get A Little Freaky With Me

Pick Up the Phone

Don't Be Afraid

What happened Until I Found You

Some You Keep Me Crying

Following those up with:

Let's Make Love

I am here When You Need Me

How I Miss You

Until The End of Time

These songs speak volumes on how a relationship is supposed to be something those involved actually want. With the love, attention and all that is required. But in this day of disposable  and burger king style relations all of that is dead. 

The choices these days are wait around for the tides to shift each time, Nuke it all and say fuck it. Or play their games. 

Dating is bullshit! 

And that is why... It is what it is!

The guys at the cigar shop, Ru, little one and others have asked me about if I am excited about going to Amsterdam next week. And at one point I was. Now that has been seriously tempered. I look forward to making it to Madurodam and seeing the city. This will probably be an artistic journey for me with how things are now.  But this is time away to just get out of the country and do my thing.  lol Well at least until I leave out of the country again this year. 

I am still laughing at the chicks at the chiropractic office being shocked when I came in lol. That was classic. 

Logan was a good movie on Thursday. I enjoyed that.  I will have to write about this on a separate post 

The void, the changes and blatant realizations lately definitely have created plenty of things to pen, analyze and everything since the beginning of the year. It brought eye opening and closure. As always I left my mark upon them while permanently changing them to lead the to this point they are at right now. But this is what it is like living Life Unscripted!!

Well I shall bid you adieu for right now. It is time for me to go write on the non pg 13 page and let it all out. lol   

ABM IN FULL EFFECT!!

Poetic Reality: Chocolate Doll: Legacy

Chocolate Doll: Legacy

I hate you

No, I really, really do

As I am left to laugh at you

How could you set this precedent?

Set the bar high and leave

Now, I am only left with

Want to bee’s

Female pretenders to the throne

Things have gone from your

Fat girl fallacy to

Woman: the dead and endangered species

You marked and marched the path

Of what womanhood is and should be

Connected

There was no need for

Backlash and posturing

Or “I am female” roars

With titty beating

That team platform

Is lost on those that seek to

Only perpetuate the plague

Of the lack of women

Epidemic

Hearts that beat jointly

Even when miles apart

Love that is not

A part time

Situational

Job

Actions and words

Like bullseyes

Constantly ringing

Truth

You’re an A S S

My A S S

And it is your fault that you created this

Mission impossible standard

Damn you

Damn you

For making sure I never would be

Satisfied or enthralled with

What females presented from behind the curtain

The only thing left

This legacy

This legacy of separation

Woman from the female masses

All because you made the impossible

True

From the chocolatezeus collection  1/20/17  ©

Poetic Expression: Intimate a Peril

This idea and concept popped in my head with the billions of other things as usual. and I was actually able to get this one out of my head in time before it died under the information rubble. I liked the thought when it came up but I am not sure if it came out as well as I felt it should.

Intimate a Peril

In your bra and panties

Your camisole and baby doll

Even your g string and

Thong, tha thong, thong thong

You have your armor fully on

Buttressed in more than a

Shaper or corset

You wear your Bismarck style

Fortress always

From dusk past dawn

As you sing and hear

Me ‘Shell Ndegéocello and India Arie

Sing about hair and being yourself naturally

The prominence in the word and meaning of

Natural and naturally

Evade you craftily

No evasion

Just your Dale Earnhardt impersonation

Of the fast and furious

Leaving behind

Invulnerability

Replaced with

Things that are fleeting

You continue to drive in circles

Clamped to this dream

Know me

Be with me

Stay away

Get away from me

The see saw moods swing

As intimacy lies on the whims

Of this Sybil style

Creatine mix

Tailor made

Blueprint and mold

One of a kind

Your wear it well

Inability

Fear of vulnerability

Long distance feeling

This intimate a peril

Sells so well

It is always coming off the shelves

From the chocolatezeus collection  4/5/16  ©

Poetic Moment: Void: My Anesthetic

Void: My Anesthetic 

Deafening cold

A soul filled with surgical steel

My heart laid frozen on the

Operating room floor

Now I can barely remember

How or what to feel

Here is where I lie

Relationships cryogenically frozen

Left to die

Each experience

Each journey

Built upon and in

This black hole existence

No longer do I seek your companionship

Share love, lust and passion

For and with you

I merely tilt my head a bit

Look blankly at you

Devoid of effect

The aftermath continues

No doctor or surgical team

To fix this relationship

Voodoo

Given into the dynamited rubble

Filled with apathy and nonchalant

The result of

Relationship effigies

Numb

Disconnected receptors

Lasting peace

From the chocolatezeus collection  2/22/16  ©

Poetry Within the Solitude of my Death Star

Within the Solitude of my Death Star

Plumes of smoke waft errantly

Cigar smoke mixed with

Remnants of preposterous things

Crystal clear and faded memories

Electrocute and soothe me

Moments phased in and out of

Eternity

Allied forces turned into

It’s a trap calamities

Strengthened unity

As I look upon the piles of

Pleas and failed attempts

To change me

If only they knew

Understood

Realized I gave them the key

Collapsed white star

Enveloped by my Death star

Creating this thing of beauty

Thoughts lay upon the funeral pyre

As emotions and feelings

Are reduced to

Astral reminders

Here

In this space and place

My claim remains

The quiet, cacophony of

Overthinking

As destruction of all things

Brings birth to

Unparalleled events

Here in solitude I remain

At home in the dark

My solitude a blazing spark

All that remains is

Everything

From the chocolatezeus collection  2/25/16  ©

Spoken Word: Here and Now

silence grips
the meatiness of
nothingness

a potent culmination
of raw emotions and realization

standard bearer
infantry assault
No recon
relationship

quicksand
the only choice
in stand your ground

sunken
unfurled
stained

left with the vibe
vibration of synchronization

destiny
abound

glory found
through staccoto expression

a miracle is found


from the chocolatezeus collection  9/27/15  (c)

Apocalypse Now

This week has been more than crazy.

I am still in disbelief that I allowed myself to let something seep from my vault. It was shaming ro have emotion come out. And I paid the price for it.

As I talked to Ru before she left to fly to atl for the yearly cabin trip. I was reminded how far off rrackbi had gone.  I honestly allowed emotion and feeling into the fray.

I had dropped thise rhings in the well back in november of last year. There wasn't a need for feelings and emotions.  No place for them. And that allowed me to not be concernwd about the future or anything. Whatever happenwd, happened and I felt nothing.

But I let the defense slip. I was using the old ways to fet my comfort and peace. Those days are dead. So there I no longer can find that comfort and peace that I would in Lil Red like I had in Chocolate Doll or hanging with Ru. She can't fulfill that for me right now or maybe never.

It can be said that I need outlet and more control for this. But things are well under hand. There will not be any more feeling or emotion unless it is shared with Ru Ru and that is it. My quarantine is back in effect.

The damage has been done. There is nothing that can be said by that. It merely makes me fortify and strengthen the fortress even more.

The assualt upon me continues. As my anger, rage and apathy grow to ultimate proportions.  I feel the disconnect more and more.

I am just me. The darkness. The solitude. The void.

I am the evidence of my names!!

Old School Poetry: Why Z Marks The Spot

Because I just don't Give a Fuck!!

Z Marks The Spot

You lick your lips in thought

Remembering what Chocolatezeus did to you

Your body and heart swollen from his work

Remembering his deep passionate kiss

Sizzling your fingertips

Making your toe nails curl inward

Stunning you

Making you look bewildered and wanton

Making you think

Damn did he just do that to me

Bent over the seat

Saying damn

Are you fucking me

What the hell are you doing to me

More moans and screams

As I stroke your insides till

You explode and drip thick cream

Head bobbing

Hand stroking

You have my phatty in your mouth

Moaning around the chocolate goodie

Making me explode nice and deep

As you moan

Oh its so sweet

Stroking your camel print

In the middle of the store

Aisle number 10

Making and keeping you

Nice and wet

Thinking of what Z will do to you

Later then

Fucking you in front of your girlfriend

So she can be jealous

Of you getting dicked down well and shit

All she hears is the

Wet sounds of repeated entry

Wanting to join in

Yet being the scared bitch that she is

She sits and stews in her own cream

She talked all that shit

About only her lesbian lover can make her

Cum and scream

Mouth running until I tell her

To shut the fuck up and take this tongue beating

Her body exploding cumming everywhere

Not only ate her pussy but

Fucked the shit out of her

Didn't even cum

When I kicked her off the bed

Told her

NOW WHAT

Driving down the road

Talking shit

Your wet playing with the kitty kat

I tell you fuck that

Bury my fingers all up to the third knuckle in that

Penetrating again and again

Watching your squirt all over the dash

Continuing for 35 miles

You are drained lost and confused

Parking you don't know what to do

As I leave you there to gain your sense for a moment or two

Now you see why

Z marks the muthafuckin spot

*mic drop*

from the Chocolatezeus collection 7/8/07 ©

Adventures at Davis and Son: The New Cheers

This is my cigar shop here. And I have been going there for probably at least 2 years by now. It is part of my therapy, networking and just entertainment package.

Now, there are some characters there. From the owner and his wife, to Myra the girl that works there and Monroe the older gentleman that works there. And there are customers that have been around for over 30 years. I interact with councilmen, jewelry store owners, truck drivers, walmart employees and those that cannot be explained at all. *lol*

For the younger folk, Cheers was a tv show about regulars at a neighborhood bar that use to come on. Yeah, I know I am old but I am damn good!

The cigar shop is like Cheers because there are plenty of regulars. And the owner tends to know everyone by name and or face. Plus what they smoke, or the tobacco they normally get when they come in. They have a bunch of other stuff in the store that sells well like the shaving stuff that I get there. Forge n Foundry is the best stuff there is! And I am saying that plug because it is true. Well, we sit in there smoke and talk about just about everything. From recipes, to politics to movies and more. It is an education and entertainment rolled up in one.

There are crazy people that come in there at times. Some crazy because we know they have documented mental issues and others that we don't. We still treat them all like they are acquaintances.

But last week a young looking guy came in and three of us were talking to him. He was looking for jobs and came in to get some tobacco for cigarettes. He argued with one of the other guys about politics and everything. The normal debate in there. So the guy he was talking to (we will call him the copy salesman) cracks a joke about the guy that has been missing for about 2 months now that use to come in the shop that claimed he was a colonel in the Vietnam war and got 12 purple hearts all this (obvious lies but oh well).  Copier salesman says they haven't found his body in the river yet. The rest of us knew it was a joke about the fake colonel though. Anyway. The young guy seemed to be off but that is life. He was also real jittery. And it wasn't from the half a pot of coffee that he drank while he was there. He said that he turned down a job because it wasn't him but he needed to work. Anyway he was crazy off and that was last week.

So fast forward to today.

I was going to go to the shop earlier today. For some reason I fell asleep. (damn sleep).

So I get there this afternoon and the guy that was debating with the crazy guy last week tells me he has a story to tell me. He then tells me that the crazy guy came back today and that he called the police using the cigar shops phone to say that he was in fear of his life and that the copier salesman had something to do with the fake colonel having disappeared. I am looking at him like you got to be lying to me. I had to sit down and puff on my 770 for the rest of the story. But he said he did it and the owner had to get on the phone and say that the guy must have been crazy. But the crazy guy said he was in fear for his life and his family because of the copier salesman. And of course the police show up but the crazy guy has left already.

I am still sitting here at the house glad that I wasn't there at all. Because that is some insane shit. I do try to avoid the craziness.

But this is a day in the life of Zeus a Life Unscripted.  What can I say?

Spoken Wordz; Dynamic of Chocolate

Well the Representative won the wager. So I had to drop something not ABM for a moment and here it is...

Dynamic of Chocolate

Looking into eyes

Pierced with intelligence

Bright and revealing

Flickering passionate

In their evidence

Captivating

Lips that make the word

Full jealous

Sultry, seductive

Pulchritude of sexiness

Parting for knowledge

Lasting carnal effects

Curves that the Alps

Fear their chocolateness

Holding the energy of Aphrodite’s

Prowess

The ultimate playground

Keeping my attention

Very permanent

Like a priceless masterpiece

Hid bids

Constant coveting

Eternity of claiming chocolate

By all means necessary

You are that forever

Effect

The touch of your

Heart and soul

Showing

Marks

Your royal pose

The future that it holds

The sweetness of the

Sweet tooth that you create

In one vessel

Heat

Warmth

Cold

Scorching

Unfurled not in pieces

But the whole

Whole piece of chocolate

The sweet tooth

You created

Now I must feed

Devour you

As my chocolate fix

Needs to be eternally fed

That means

You

From the chocolatezeus collection  8/18/15   ©

The Miyamoto Musashi Principle

I have read, observed, witnessed and experienced a gamut of things through life, through the last year, through the last month.

My journey has become a solitary one again. I guess a back to basics intensive spec ops program.

As Musashi said you have to master those things that are you. To bend them to your will and understanding. And that is something I allowed to slip away from me for a while.

The journey turned into an attempted caravan with expectations and indentations. Concern, caring and even love for others are parts of the whole. But it is a whole outside of the whole. Something I seriously forgot.

One must be fluid with attack and defense. Showing no intent or application to which is which until it is too late. A principle I forgot, ignored or something. Very, very poor on my part. I gave way to those things that I am and never will be a part.

Chance after chance. I played my parts. I gave the outlook and faith of the anticipating, excited novice monk. Each moment escalating and showing a spotlight on how things were and what things are. The light held back nothing. Illuminating the things I liked, hated and was unseen to me.

The questions of do I still have a heart, love, feelings or any connection with humankind? Yeah in ways I do. But those things are in my ways. Not the desire of humans and society. No matter how much I assimilate, I don't fit and that is not a problem for me. It is simply life for me.

This journey alone is what it has always been. I got my road dawg and that is a welcome comfort. But even with that I have to make this quest happen. I have to climb Mt Fuji again against the hordes of demons and humans.

The fight continues. Refocused and frenzied.

Principle, journey, destiny and purpose

Reign!!!!

Spoken Word: While It Lasts

While It Lasts

Hit or miss

Spontaneous

Sporadic even

Careening from

Good to bad

To indifferent

Here is

The rollercoaster

Ride

Mountain highs

Entrenched lowest of vibes

Like a bronco buster

Hang on tight

Clinging to the moment

Time

The only answer to

The length of

This ride

At the mercy

Of this behemoth

No conclusion in sight

Abruptly

Terminated

Results in

Don’t worry about what happened

Just remember

The ride

From the chocolatezeus collection  7/25/15  ©

Spoken Word: Nothing Claimed, Nothing Gained

Nothing Claimed Nothing Gained

Simple

Conquer

Lay claim

It’s yours

Well unless there is someone

Else involved in this thing

Always said if it’s important

Then you act on it and make it happen

When it isn’t then you

Are not concerned about it

That goes triple for people

Because their words and actions

Reveal the deadpan

Of reality with them

You can claim them

Make everything evident

Move and project forward

In the end

They are the last stand

The denial of your claim

The red tape

That will destroy everything

Grab what is important

As you realize that they may be

Indifferent

And your claim

Forfeit

Irrelevant

As they stamp

That big

DENIED

Stamp

From the chocolatezeus collection 7/24/15  ©

Spoken Word: A Bridge Too Far or Bombed Out Reality

At this crossroads in life. There has been so much that has happened. Changes in style, thought and goal orienting. Delving into bdsm. Changes of those I am close to, love or can even be around have been drastic. The new and old that have re entered life has been unexpected most definitely.

Through the pain and destruction emerged a different me from the one that I was previously. My hatred toned down a bit. My outlook slightly positive. And those I can actually see a future with. 

My funeral pyre continues burning. i just feel and see things different.

Hope you enjoy this

A Bridge Too Far or Bombed Out Reality

Evolution

Transfixed

From Titan

To

Altered Beast

Changes have come

Even I have to look at them

As foreign objects

Once

Unstoppable

Immovable

Emotionless

Diety

Transformed into this

Hybrid of what use to be

Anger continues to be and fuel me

My heart still gives love too deeply

My actions and comments remain steadfast in the blunt region

I remain completely outside the box

Found what I needed and wanted

Lost that to Hades

Would there ever be another one

Yeah right

Fucking pipe dream

Twisted and gnashing

I gave chances to the weak

Realizing I had become weak

Raw emotions

Gained purchased opening

Missing and longing

For the deep connected meaning

The comfort and purpose

That calmed the savage beast

Humanized this

World war hulk

Inside of me

Just one more dance

In the blackest of night

With the devil that is me

Is what I needed

Pleaded for me

Broken vows

Turned views

Convoluted thoughts and actions

Where is the old me

The machine

Terminator X Spreme

Leaving waves of carcasses behind me

As I smile and rip through another body

Pure ecstasy

Here and now

Complexity has reached me

The requirement of

Fulfilled purpose and destiny

Even the family thing that died to me

Has peaked out of the autopsy

Now I sit

Bewildered and wondering

What is this

Where is this

Or is this a collapsed fantasy

From the chocolatezeus collection 7/24/15  ©

Spoken Word: Diluted or Dissolved

Diluted

My genuine

Emotions and feelings

Emblazed and obvious

Mixed with your

Hesitant

Blockade

Anticartharsis style

True the previous walls

Have partially come down

There has been a safety net

Lowered closer to the ground

But still

I see and hear

The chasm

The dmz that remains

Comments

Of others to be with and tame

Possible end to our thing

Hidden

Hiding in the silence of

Plain day

Mystified

I evaluate

Give way to differences

For what I feel

Have seen

The strength that is obvious to me

Full strength

Concentrated

Seems to be

A very weak strain

Reconstituted delusion

Barely able to remain

Dilution

Versus

Concentrated

Only the outcome

Remains

Chocolatezeus collection  7/24/15  ©

Monstar...Ready For It!!!

Life has always been one filled with battles, trials and tribulations. And either you lead, conquer or get out of the way.

A year ago I truly embarked on this journey. To properly Dominate and lead the way. Attending a conference and getting involved in the community. Plus learning and absorbing information. In person, through conference calls and more growth occurred.  I dived into it all. But I took a cautious approach and emphasized learning instead of doing. A bit of a difference for me. But I wanted to do things right and not make a mess of everything.

Since last year I have met some interesting and dynamic people. They have added on to my knowledge in this life in different ways, but beneficial to me. And talks of mentors and classes have shown brightly. And I have and continue to take classes. Finding a mentor is a bit more of a challenge. Because there are differences from each Dom or Master than the others. But I have decided on seeking information and or mentorship from specific ones already. Hell, I have gotten good instructions already. Even the forums have shed light on differences and things. But my path is set. I am merely getting what information and teaching from here and there as I go.

One of the things I realized while dealing with everything recently and through some convo with HQ is that I was trying so hard to do things properly that I missed what I needed to do to make things work smoothly. Learning to observe, learn and apply were keys. But I had to learn recently to stop overthinking and analyzing things. To let my natural Dom return. Instead of what I allowed to happen. To be so concerned about comfort, adjustment and focus while I lost the Dominant aspect all together. The things that I did naturally that made them follow me without thought. That ability to comfortable want to serve and seek commands from me is very key. And in some ways it happens currently. But in the one situation where I was focused on making it happen. It was missing terribly. So, the return to laying down the way and reinforcing it in her will be applied like it should have been from the start. But you live and learn.

I slow walked the relation dynamic and even play. and now I am ready. Chomping at the bit and excited. Prepared to pave the way in unique things. Because honestly when I am involved or HQ. The weirdness is off the charts.

It's Monstar time!!!

And I am more than Ready for the Ready.

Spoken Word: The Call of Rope

The Call of Rope

Visions of you

Bound and tied

Prostrate to me

Each session

Rope lesson

Instruction

Building on

Depravity

Delight for me

Your hands tied behind you

As I tie your neck to your ankles

Have you bent into

An auntie annie pretzel

Open for my delight

Your arms wide

Lashed to the cross

Begging my attentive strikes

Against your skin

As the rope bites

With each strike

Slapping you

As your rope collar

Cinches you just right

Only to tie you

Leaving you there

Pulsing

Lost in pleasure

Contentment

As I marvel at

Delve into my delight

Of how the rope

Has brought you to life

A predicament tie

As I fuck your body and mind

Invasions

Repeated as you hear my delight

Connected

You and I

As the rope binds

Not only you

But this pleasure mountain

That we will climb

From the chocolatezeus collection  6/9/15  ©

Them Against Us

Inspired by Akon's Song.

Something that realy is a factor in relationships today unfortunately.

Nobody Wants Us To Be Together

Our paths have crossed
Timelines have brought us to this section in time
Crushing blows have been dealt and felt

I know the love you have for me
Even through the dark times I could see
You supported me, brought things for me
Still I was lost in you
Needing my Only Thing

The fights and devastation fully documented
My lament is in
That any of it ever happened
Still I know that we were meant

We are more than just the bad
The good is what we also have had
The trips where we smiled and laughed
The moments where we experienced life’s quietness

No one else was there
There were no eyes but our own to share
The things that have made us bond together and be

Others can say anything
Believe what they believe
Regardless
I love you
And you love me

The scars, bruises and wounds we both have upon us
Our lives affected more than can be truly said
Both of us wondering why did love have to kill us that way
Now the fears and loss of emotions grip our fate
Along with what others will have to say

Friends and those close should support and say their peace
Why do we have to beware of their grief
Why would they leave if they truly were your peeps
Still I support what you feel and believe

No one wants us to be
The hatred and disparity
Attacks and comments from those that know nothing
They called you bitch and me the player
From what they thought I said and meant
From what you told them about what happened

The women that came to you
Telling stories attempt to compare themselves to you
Jealousy in moments that made up me and you
There is power in what we shared between us two

They fear what we have
Fear of a power of two beings
Living in each others lives
Encased in being
Just being

A loving

Couple

Two people that have chosen to
Love, honor and cherish each other
Regardless of all that is in this world

Making it work
Making it mean more than just
A moment in time
Devoid feelings of the heart

Instead we will shine
The example of what they deny
Embracing the rocky and good times
Dedicated to our own vibes

They can deny
Even cause strife to make us fuss and fight
Bring back all that happened

Our choices still remain

To do our own thing
Bless ourselves with a true loving relationship

Or

Succumb to the fact that


NOBODY WANTS US TO BE TOGETHER




From the Chocolatezeus collection 3/6/07 ©

Reminded of Good Times

Knowing Good

The question came
Do you speak good of me
Or is everything always negativity
For that is all I see

I knew the answer
With strength
Though there was no denying
The catastrophes
Left horrific tastes on the minds

Standing in the aftermaths
Bloodies, battered
Complete wrecks of humanity
Stained by actions and emotional taints

Yes I remember
What others can’t

You blessing me
How you blessed me with
A roof over my head
And a bed to lay my head at
Food to keep me fed

Even when you were emotionless
Or an emotional wreck
You showed a loving affect
Your caring effect
Gave me things
That I could never expect

I am encased in many regrets
Memories that darken the past
Never forget
All that happened
Caught in a deep seeded traction
Retraction and reversion is what I am after

Alas that won’t be happening
It simply time to live on
Change everything to a positive plane
Ask for your forgiveness
Hope you understand how my love is this way
That it was simply insane
Caught in its caged misunderstanding

You were good to me
Even when I refused to see
To fight through being angry
Dejected shouldn’t have mattered to me

I gave no chances to what could be
Simply devoured by uncertainty
As you gave me many things
Clouded I couldn’t believe
Fought you every step of the way

So what good things were there to see
You loved me
Gave romance to me that I needed
Whisked me away to new things
Companionship that was unbelieved

You
My comforting relief
Good things could never explain
What you mean to me
The things that link us together
Even in pain

The list goes on
Good things no, no bounds
Just know that I know the good that was done


From the Chocolatezeus collection 1/27/07 ©