Sunday, April 10, 2016

Coffee...No Filter

lol, yes this was inspired because I didn't put the filter in the coffee machine when I made the coffee. It fits this weeks recap.

My best friend, fellow Road Warrior and the constant in my life had her birthday Friday. Of course she is doing it Life Unscripted style and partying at the aries bash in Atlanta. Can't wait to hear about the adventures since I live through her. (she says it is unfair and my adventures are more than hers. Bullshit. lol) But damn, next year she will be 40. I can't believe it has been this long since that infamous 30th party. Whew! So next year we are going to have to do something that befits her. Well, I won't be at her fuckfest aspect of it unless I can go watch. But I plan on being there to help her celebrate.

Snoop and Doug E Fresh were here for our annual azalea festival. Everyone kept thinking there was going to be fighting and everything because Snoop is a rapper and everything. But as I told everyone he is from an older generation. My generation who have to work and handle responsibilities. I guess they thought I didn't want to go see him because of the possibility of gangs and violence. Nope, I just didn't want to be around that crowd down there in downtown. And sure enough the sheriff that was down there verified the same thing when the cigar shop owner asked him about the concert. I had to chuckle.

A discussion occurred about me finding a girlfriend. I ctfu of course. Hell, I tried that and it has been the ultimate in non fiction looking like fiction, kind of disaster. There just is not anyone out there that can handle, fit the bill or is available. I am ok with that. And I had to laugh even more to think that was even possible.

In a discussion about marriage and being married. I had to laugh again (apparently a theme this weekend and week).  I know most people have had bad marriages and rough ones. Divorces and separations and just the general attitude and actions of females will leave a real nasty taste in your mouth. But,, when I was asked if I would ever want to get married again. The shock was evident when I said yes. I loved marriage. But I am also a realist. I had a miracle then. And like lightning, the probability of it striking twice is near non existent. I never was bitter about marriage. Whether because of mine or the ones I have seen and experienced others having. I did it my way, like the song says and it was good.

Which brings me to a subject that has come up consistently in the week from people. The subject of "settling."  And, this subject is in the connotation of relationships with females.

I make decisions based on my pros, cons, evaluations and analysis. I am a realist. And even though I know what ultimately I would want and need. I also work in the realm of reality and adjust accordingly. Adapt, Overcome and Annihilate!!!  I can see why the concept of settling has come to their minds. Because I stated what I wanted. The marriage, the type of relation and where it was going. See, the thing is that that is all mine. In dealing with a human that doesn't mean they want, know or even feel anything like that.  And at that point I choose what I want to do. What benefits to nothing ratio is in play there. Are there any possibilities? Is it worth anything? Or should I excommunicate and just stick to my Build A Bitch program?  In the beginning I was gung ho about what I needed. Every aspect. I wanted what I had previously in a different woman with a different experience. And somewhere buried underneath 5 vaults it remains. But the thinking and analytical mean remains. And understands the gravity of the situation of life. And therefore adaptation and situational awareness along with tactical thinking will remain the life blood of my existence.

The subject of being a Dominant.

Everyone thinks it's easy. It's about fucking and replacing pussy and bitches. It really isn't. It is about helping, supporting and leading growth, better living and achievements for your submissives. And you best believe it is not a cake walk. You have subs that want to grow. You have subs that you have to enter the labyrinth of the Minotaur to get them to open up. Subs that fight you to be submissive to you even though they want to fully.  It is not all bad and negative either. They are plenty of times I am happy of and with them. Times when I am proud of them of their achievements and accomplishments.

Oh, and that whole it's all one dick and a bunch of pussy thought? Yeah well they all have someone and or someone else's so yeah I dont' get that either. I am just doing my job.

So that fame, glitter and ticker tape parade. It is not the thing. It is not even relevant to this position or lifestyle. On my side of the slash I think and maintain the outlook and responsibilities. Even against their push back, denial and stubbornness.

I just remain...

Other than that. I am looking forward to making some plans to leave the country and celebrate my birthday this year. So, if you have some ideas and recommendations then let me know. I got my eye on Amsterdam since lil red had all the fun last year. I am thinking about doing that. But I also know Jamaica and the Dominican republic is calling me.  Either way, I am finding a trip or hopefully two out of here. The air force brat bug is screaming. Plus, getting back on the road again soon. It is time to make moves, move on and disappear.

Well, there goes the comedy, the reality and this thing called Life Unscripted. All straight, dark, strong coffee. No filter and no cream. I am too sweet not to have sugar though as I beat you with some bamboo. *evil laughter*





Our Contorted Meaning



I hold you closely
Even when you

Can’t understand and see
You feel nothing
You buck against me

I don’t have every answer
No Professor X precognition

Yet, I hold reverence
In what we have chosen together

I look past
The apathetic, ambivalence
The emotional and mental defiance

I see the results
The attainment that can be
The culmination that we seek

No blueprint
No crystal ball

Simply
Will and determination
Dedication

The desire for us
This relationship

I will simply continue
To just
Be



From the chocolatezeus collection   4/10/16  ©

Friday, April 08, 2016

Dedicated to my lil red

This is what the males and females feel dealing with lil red. I had to chuckle as I listened and looked at the lyrics and it fit superbly. Even had the red dress and all.

The Black Widow

lmao


Poetry Button Up: It's Time or Battle

Button Up It’s Time for Battle



The metal thud
Followed by the mechanical clicks
Locked in

Now I am locked and loaded
Protected from
Emotions and feelings

The boom, boom, boom
Of heavy duty 300mm barrel
The nonstop sounds of the machine guns

My heart is solid
So loving
Yet encased in vibranium

No how
No way
You will get me with
Another end run on me

I am Ashford and Simpson’s
Solid
Solid as a
Frozen, petrified, asteroid planetary rock

No more feelings
Is what I got
Pockets full of
Empty emotional content

As the battle rages
The memories of my heart
Available in triage
Steels me for one more eternity

I see
Understand and feel

Love
Heart
Soul

Rolling over dead
Hearts and souls
Crushed beneath me
My grin and smile glows

I can’t stop
Won’t stop
Until I have destroyed all enemies

And love and my heart
Can rejoice freely
Free to be the loving entity
Free to once again be a
Super Nova

Instead
I just battle on



From the chocolatezeus collection   4/8/16  ©

Thursday, April 07, 2016

A Look at the Decisions

I took a hard look at the decisions today concerning human interaction. I got a nice reminder today of making sure to play the long and short game of this on going battle.

My prediction was true and correct. Another mistake on top of the mistakes was made. And I capitulated in it's creation unfortunately.

I allowed something to escape from my internal prison again. And of course there will be even more prices from this to be paid.

Lessons of realized ignorant stupidity.

Yeah, you got me.

Time to regroup, dig deep and bring out the scorched earth reality.


Thank again for another reminder in reality. And why I am and have to be more of who and what I am.

Tuesday, April 05, 2016

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  ©

Monday, April 04, 2016

I Understand that You Have No Clue

Here it is Monday the 4th. A weekend that definitely held keys, turning points, surprises and culminations.

I am thankful for those that showed interest, sought to help and support me and those that did nothing at all concerning the anniversary of my wife's death.

It is understandable that people were concerned that I would be emotional and feeling things. That is what they do. For myself I was fine. It was a time for me to remember the good times and understand what the deal is right now. And that is what I did.

Friday was the departure of Monroe from the cigar shop so that held some significance. It was a bartender leaving Cheers.

Saturday was the changes in things with lil red, little one and the flower child. Things were said and I made my decisions as usual. I know the obvious results and reasons for the external things now. The differences between relationship, relation, dynamic and D/s relation were defined fully.

Yesterday was the day of drinking and more drinking and some eating. Oh and counseling and consoling on top of that. lol

Rick, Rich and Myra said I didn't need to be home yesterday because of the anniversary. But as I explained I was fine. But, they insisted. And I decided to go and try Rick's favorite restaraunt RX. The shrimp and grits were good. Which is rather shocking. Most of the time it isn't good. But it was very well balanced. So just like Rick has always bragged it was good. That and my bourbon and ginger beer drink and whatever else was in it was really good. So from there we head to Rick and his wife's house for more drinks and cigars and music out on the balcony.

But the day didn't stop there. Rich and I headed to Myra's for more drinking and smoking. And here is where they felt that I should be crying with them about things. Rich losing his wife and everything. Myra and everything that has been going on with her. I had no need to cry or be sad or anything else. So I merely talked to them and supported them as I kept drinking and smoking.

So, people may think that I was feeling this or that. Or holding things in. I am fine. I have been fine for a long time. I am proud and happy to have met, married, loved and been loved by a woman.  lol she spoiled me into the idea that women like her were out there. With her stankin ass!! lol

There will be some more things said and some poetry expressed here and in other places. But I am going to drink this drink and eat some lunch.

until then.

Just be You!

Sunday, April 03, 2016

The Bell Tolls in Memory of My Chocolate Doll

It was about this time on this night five years ago I was trying to revive my wife there on the floor next to our bed in our apartment. The time where the paramedics worked on her for an hour.

I sat in the living room stunned and quiet. So deep in shock that I looked at myself from the outside and the inside at the same time. Observing.

I can still laugh to this day about how she died. In the only way fitted for the one with the name Superwoman. She had two massive orgasms which caused her to die. Going and cumming at the same time. That was the way of my wife. The oxymoron.

There were some rough, crushing days of tears, pain and disbelief.

After a day of work, ice cream, burgers and fries and great dick riding sex. Never would have thought my wife would end up dead.

I am not crying right now. I miss when things made sense. When I had that miraculous solution to everything in life and nothing could change that.

I had waited and found the answer after a long battle and struggle. And to have it taken from me in a mere slow motion moment. Yeah, rather devastating.

And the aftermath! I was ruined for eternity with such a good thing apparently. I use to seek that same powerful woman to be with. Then I realized the reality.

Lightning had already struck. My miracle used up.

But hey Chocolate Doll. As you play guardian angel and haunting diety at times. Just as you told me. I wouldn't take back a moment of time spent with you. All the things that showed womanhood, marriage, love and relationship were more than possibilities.

I miss you baby. and I always will

My Chocolate Doll

Saturday, April 02, 2016

Poetic Memories: Cecidit in Memoris

Cecidit in Memoris



Two tears flow
Like the river Styx

As the stygian witches
Upon the shore
Wax poetic and sing
Hymns of eternity’s existence

She stands as my guardian angel
While haunting in pure devilment
Her promise before death
Kept

The floods of memories
That not even Noah can save me
From drowning in at times
Spill inexplicably

Through it all
I know what is lost to me
The grail that I had previously

My journey since
A question mark upon
Existing

Still I hold true to
What I promised before that fateful day

To continue on this journey
To live life fully
Just to be

Sitting upon this burning throne
Laced with damnating mercury
Soullessly I peer into the deep
Looking for the answers to
Manifest destiny

All I can say is that
Would have
Should have
Could have been

The battles rage
The carnage never ends

As I remain
One of the last of the two
Titans




From the chocolatezeus collection  4/2/16  ©

Cascading in an Emotionless Void

I am tickled that basically my emotions have become non existent. .Save for one person and one family member it is kind of like those rooms are dark and there are only two rooms with lights on in the house.

Rick, Myra and Rich are trying to get me to go to RX with them tomorrow. Since it is the 5th anniversary of my wife dying. And I feel it. I am not crippled by it or anything. I am not crying and weeping all over the place. I am reflective and my tolerance meter is on hairline infraction currently. But hey that is most of the time anyway with humans so that doesn't count.

I need to fuck the whole day to celebrate the anniversary but as usual that is not an option tomorrow. No marathon fucking or pain inflicting session.

Tomorrow will be a day to reflect, smoke, drink and eat.

oh, and avoid any contact with the parental units

Friday, April 01, 2016

The Beginning of an Emotional Weekend

It is strange. How life really connects the dots some times.

I have been going to my cigar shop for about 3 years now. And if you read any posts that I have mentioned the cigar shop life. It is like the show Cheers (look it up if you are too young to remember lol.)

So today is Monroe's last day at the shop. He is elderly and he has been a mainstay working at the shop for a long time. Well before I ever showed up in Wilmington. And he doesn't want to go but his health is not allowing him to continue working. That last fall where I had to help him get up was the nail in the coffin unfortunately. I helped them decorate a bit yesterday at the shop in preparation. It is just weird that it is happening after laughing and talking to Monroe about customers, wackadoodles, Myra's crazy episodes and more. And after today that is done.

Add to that the anniversary is Sunday. And for whatever reason I am feeling it. Things are just impacting me and I have to armor up but I don't feel like it. For whatever reason it has hit home this time more than it has in 3 years of the last 5 years.

Today is a cloudy cascade of memories and emotions.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Another Day in Life Unscripted

It has been some rough times lately. And some of them are still going on. But, hey things are what they are.

Laughter with Charlie the old school biker were on deck as usual. Always entertaining and exhilerating to sit up there and converse. That silent understanding of bad men makes it a stellar adventure.

My sadistic meter has gone beyond it's limit so when I can finally release it then I feel sorry for the subject. Nah, I don't feel sorry I am going to be ecstatic. I can't for that day. But I will have to.

I have been getting some eye candy and needed activities which definitely makes me happier and I get some satisfaction. I love the visual, mental and carnal activities.  Feed me and things will be good and I will keep interest. So yaayy me!

My Ru is fine after her surgery. Plans have been interrupted and redone.  I am glad about that.

Rich and Myra are doing better. They need it with everything they have been going on.

So things are going on and I am still around as the Undead Titan.

Hope you are doing well and seizing life.

I will continue the crazy adventures and my outlook on life the next time.

Till then enjoy.

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Poetic Expression: Defectum Animi

Defectum Animi



Closed casket
No eulogy
Only the aftermath of what was
Or was it ever you ask yourself

The lightsaber that pierced your heart in love
Now the coldness of space in each of your atoms

The effect
You were scared of happening
The moment where memories fade
And your relevance dissipates

Fate
Action and inaction
Reaction
Led to this

But it is what is best for business
What you expect and need
To feel wanted and accepted

So I gift you
This nocturnal side of me
Where we believe the truth of
Excommunication
To be self evident

The purest love and passion
Now the iceberg that sunk the
Titanic

My heart remains
Honored and reverent
Only to the importance of my
Reverence

So I gift you this
Disconnect

This turned off
Switch

The coldness of the Arctic Circle
Cascading in orbit

The gift of
The release from
My emotional connection




From the chocolatezeus collection  3/27/16  ©

Poetic Eroticism: Coiled to Strike

Coiled to Strike



I can no longer remember
The sound of each impact upon your flesh
The contortion and twist of each
Plain infliction

I don’t remember you

With each moment passed
The funeral pyre grows higher
And your sacrifice to me
A deeper offering in
Pain, torture and submission

I don’t remember you

Sting and thud of floggers
The brutality of bamboo and cane
Slaps, cracks and thunder claps
As I choke even your last breath
Among tittie and nipple
Twists, pulls and slaps

I don’t remember you

Time for you to speak
For me to etch this suffering
Upon you and your flesh
My easel and canvas

I don’t remember you

Until your pain comes from the well of insanity
As I relish in each whelp, bruise and scar made
I fist you so deeply
Your cells scream my name

You will remember me

And remember the penalty you have to pay
For making me wait



From the chocolatezeus collection  3/27/16  ©