When It is No Longer a Scene...Just Need

you prepare yourself. Thinking that we will do a scene.

I look at you in all your chocolate delight. Until everything turns red and your chocolate smolders upon my presence.

As I grab you and choke slam you onto the dresser. The barrage of slaps and punches to the stomach reign. Only to be relieved by me pulling off the dresser by your twists to drag you down the hallway kicking and screaming. To be met with a body slam onto the floor.

I straddle you. Pinning your arms above your head as I continue slap after slap. Leaning in to choke you harder and harder. you want to pass out but I won't let you.

I tie you to the door. Beating you with bat and bokken. More punches and kicks rain upon your body. The pain wells and swells within you. But I won't stop.

Only to turn you over and shove my fist in your pussy nice and hard. To fuck you relentless with my fist as I bend you backwards. Holding your hair in my hand and choking you.

turning you over one final time as I grip your neck with both of my hands and squeeze ever so tight. My only words, "remember and understand why you brought this upon yourself. There is always more.'  As you slip into the darkness of unconsciousness.


Merely an intro into what will happen upon the road that you are on...

Poetry: What You Express

What You Express

Actions

Inaction

Words and silence

Blueprints to

Upheaved malpractice

Unchecked boxes

Amid the remnants of

Scattered unpacked boxes

The fresh calla lilly smell

Stale with fetid

Irrelevance

Time

The answer and culmination of

Relevance

So

I thank you now

Stacked

Partitioned

Gulag internment

Happiness and solution

Abound

From the chocolatezeus collection  11/24/17  ©

The Punisher Destroys Justice League...the Reviews

So last week i grabbed a pack of fudge stripes  Lemmy Num-Num (which were damn great by the way) and set to task to binge watch this first season of the Punisher and then watch Justice League.

I am not going to do any spoilers in this but if I slip up then it aint my fault.

Punisher

This is a great series. The character develpment moved along. The plot grew but wasn't fully revealed until later on in the season.

But what I liked most is the showcase of the grit and determination of Frank Castle. The torment felt and seen constantly within him. It was dynamic. He played the hell out of Frank Castle and did it well.  The show of anguish, anger, pain and despair. The want to just kill everyone until they can finally end him.

Now do not expect that things will be along the lines of how the comic book series have gone otherwise you will be dissapointed. And by now you should have realized that they don't do movies anywhere near the great storylines in comics and books.

You can also tell that there was some actually military and police help with the styles used in the series. There wasn't none of that slinging side gun shots or anything. Pretty much precision work like a trained op would do.

I will say this is a must see and enjoy series.

Ok the Justice League

Woosah!

I was hoping for some for of redemption in DC from the wonder woman thing and the rest of the movies since the Dark Knight series but once again...nada.

Apparently there must be a law in these movies to dumb down the villians and make them look like weak, dumb morons at all costs. They did it with Doomsday and especially with Ares. Now they have done it to Steppenwolf. I am afraid when they introduce Darkseid that he is going to be some weak ass nothing.

In an action movie I literally got bored. The plot held little merit. Their integration of characters was minimal at best. I was wondering why did they even bother.

This would have been a whole lot better done by one of the fan made video people.

The most interesting thing in the movie for me was when they jumped back in time to the war against Steppenwolf the first time and who you see in the battles.  After that I was ready to just hit the stop button.

Poetry: Just for this Moment

Just for this Moment

This moment

Where

More than

Culmination was captured

From the moment you entered

You valiantly fought and surrendered

Your mind was entered

As thoughts splashed upon your membranes

Memories of words and feelings exchanged

Carnal and emotional connection

Unchained

Your body entered

Emulsified, oral evacuations

Penetrated strokes of tingling elations

As kisses shifted planetary gravitations

Creating ragged breathing and that pleasure space

Tunnel vision of erotic, sensual, deep

Intimacy

Here is where I wanted to stay

In this existence of eternity

After waiting for this experience

So diligently

Only for it to be gone again

Locked away forever and a day again

Unknown to when it can be felt again

Damn

That honor and responsibility crap

Just Damn

From the chocolatezeus collection  11/17/17  ©

The Ebb and Flow of Energy

The flow of energy and connectivity is important to me. Hell, it is important to others as well. The energy is more universally acceptable than the connectivity though.

en·er·gy

ˈenərjē/

noun

1. 1.

   the strength and vitality required for sustained physical or mental activity.

I sought and craved that energy. It led me to pitfalls at times as well as led me to be happily married. That energy is what sustains, maintains, creates and gives power to actually having a relationship or dynamic with someone. 

So when you no longer communicate or interact and basically guess or estimate what the other is doing, feeling or anything then there is little to no energy there. 

There are times where the energy is bottle necked or stopped at the source. 

But when the energy is flowing and abundant it can be like a high or a lifeline. This shows through in properly functioning relationships, group events that go well and all. 

That connected energy makes me happy, smile and feel alive. I enjoy it. I miss it. I need it. 

It has been a long time since i have enjoyed, relished in and felt that energy fully. I have felt and gotten really brief glimpses once in two blue moons.

It is not about simply only a need of energy from others but a balance to maintain. I realize I have been out of balance for a very long time now. The complete disconnect, compartmentalization and removals have shown the light.

Whether it is laid up on titties and ass.

Fucking your brains out at last.

Or just quietly in each others presence

When the energy is present then things just run better. 

The flow gives way to life, purpose and the pursuit of happiness. 

As I stand here in the void I realize that those strands of energy are depleted, gone, hanging on by a wet noodle even. The ebb of energy staunched and choking. 

So I cue my music. Smile and say thank you. 

Understanding has been the key!

Poetry: The Same but Unequal

The Same but Unequal

I am just another black

But to them

I am not black enough

Set adrift on continental, color divide

While maintaining

The same imprisoned qualities

No matter what those judging me

Decide

As I ride

Will they think I am committing a crime?

Or

Will that black chick clutch her purse?

When I am not in my suit and tie

I didn’t grow up in the hood

My family didn’t struggle to get by

But you are telling me

Those things disqualify me

From dealing with the same things

That other black people have in their lives

No matter what other races

I know and socialize with

Doesn’t change the regular attacks and assumptions

Because of my deep melanin hide

And that especially includes

Many and their so called

Black pride

I don’t fit into your thoughts

Of what being black Is meant

Yet, I deal with the same

Injustices, surveillance and shit

Since my blackness is unequal

Don’t look to me for that

We family or brother man

Filibustering façade

Remember

I am not black enough to be black

But black enough to get

Wrongfully accused and shot

Yet

I am the same in others eyes

But to many of the blacks

I am just in no man’s land

I am the

Divide

From the chocolatezeus collection  11/16/17  ©

The Kraken, Ares and Zeus Triumvirate Week

It is just me, myself and I. Keys to universal truth.

So this past week...

One of the discussions has been about how stubborn I am. And in some things I am stubborn. Ru has been on my case about asking for and accepting help for years. But hey I am me. But stubborn was brought up because of me not treating the outsiders the same as those that are supposed to be in one of the circles in my personal life.

As much as I have helped and tried to help folks this year. Both subs, slaves and others has not really been as positive as it should have been. There was a lot of super over sensitivities, facades, attempts at manipulation and more. More valuable lessons learned.

Stress has increased and the battles intensified. More and more enemies and less and less allies. But "Army of One" is what it is about.

Hard to believe that the year is almost over. It is like where the hell did time go to? I have to get ready to get on the move and disappear as much as possible next year. Time to get back to my old ways and get my travel on. The list is already kind of active. Will have to get my new passport as well. And I am going to head out of country a few times so I can chill and pay homage. Still can't believe it will have been 10 years next year.

The way the journey began years ago is nothing like what was planned, expected or wanted. It is not a journey that requires Oyabun attention and actions versus that purpose I had what seems like so long ago now.  But I have adapted, overcame and gave them what they wanted.

As I listen to the music as always. DjL3xx and MilkMan got me over here jamming and remembering being in Japan.

The silence
The time
The actions

They comfort me as I Semper Fidelis.


Have a great week. And prepare for the violent changes that are coming.

*wink*

Poetry: Welcome to the Here and Now

Welcome to the Here and Now

My arms outstretched wide

The warmth of love and passion emanate like a fire

To realize

The chasm that is open wide

A red sea that even Moses puzzles upon

Quizzically

Duct taped

Feelings

Emotions and intimacies

Like a mummification scene

No longer a bridge too far

Now merely

A bridge no longer seen

But I am content

For I gave you what it was that

You wanted

The ambiance that you sought

Multiple destinations that you want

Logic

Defenses

Distance

Reigns Supreme

As I stand back

Appropriately

My services

Complete

From the chocolatezeus collection  11/5/17  ©

Poetry: The Final Disconnect

The Final Disconnect

From the beginning

To here

Fully connected to

Well…

Bathed in

Silence

Puffs of air

Even the noise of empty vacuum

Each connection

Laid prostrate

Not defective

Or even worn out

Merely

The current state

The hisses

The clicks

One by one

Or a bunch at once

They all

Fall away

No longer committed to

Togetherness

Merely

The full separation

There is no

Death and decay

Or

Remnants to remain

There is only

The power

Essence of

Unity

In this final

Disconnection

From the chocolatezeus collection  10/31/17  ©

As the Beat Continues

I am sitting here listening to DeeJayL3xx and just in the groove.

Being asked if there has been communication reminds me just how distant things are. How far removed the strings have gotten. That use to bother me. Well, until I stopped fighting against the Celestials. Make them work and keep moving is the key.

What was right is now wrong or gone. What was important is now encased in carbonite.

The best thing from the weekend was watching episodes of "Shit My Dad Says." Had me just hollering and laughing. It stars William Shatner. Funny as hell to me.

I watched some wrestling. Natty definitely is a thick little bitch as i saw her and the smackdown folk assault raw. Between her steph mcmahon, sasha banks, the alexa bliss chick and the chick that use to be charlotte flairs protege I would definitely fuck their brains out and enslave them.

Solutions, solutions, solutions. Things definitely presented themselves fully. And it is past time to stop doing my duty and go back on the offensive.

On that Spice and dancehall now.

Makes me need to hit Jamaica again. But that will be next year for sure. It is time to get moving again. Ru asked me not to disappear again or at least just tell her when I go incognito. Like I said it really wouldn't matter since it is not like I would be missed for a year or two anyway. lol

I am just here. This completely describes everything.

No anger. No nothing at all.

Just laughter at all situations and all involved or uninvolved.


Enjoy your own beat and dance to your personal playlist.

Enjoy

Poetry: Expectorant of Expectations

Expectorant of Expectations

The closest distance between two points

Is

Nowhere

Nothing

The fabric of existence

Torn asunder

Mutilated even

You know what they say about

The good intentions of

Men and women

Each calculated possibility

Trajectories of irrelevancy

Then I heard boom from the amplifiers

A roll of dice would have given the same effect

Uno

Domino

Bitch!

Like Karnak

A breakdown of

Normally calculated intents

Looking at displaced air

Where once

Congruent and relevant lines of

Affect, effect and destination

Left

Coughing up

Pneumonia like references

On top of diseased reverences

I think the need for an

Anti-inflammatory

Is right on time

From the chocolatezeus collection  10/29/17  ©

Welcome to the Ironclad

Communication...DEAD!
Connection...DEAD!
The Future...Hilarious Laughter!

So my week has been one of under siege. Where everyone came and got their licks in.I am really hoping the coalition is getting their best to coordinate this though.

I had to laugh when mvp asked me about everything. I had to laugh and respond that it is just Me, Myself and I as usual. The "ghost who walks" amidst the alleged loved ones and crowds.  I have always been by myself. Well except for once. So it is not big deal anymore.

Just sitting here enjoying sweet potato pie and remembering past trips and adventures. Things discusses and enjoyed. Like a photo album though, I had to revisit, remember and put that stuff back away where it all belongs.

See, I try to make sure that red and bgp are comfortable and happy with what they do and their comfort level. None of it is conventional or even convenient. But oh well they are happy with what they are doing and that is all that counts. I am happy for them.

Things have changed so drastically that I honestly stopped giving a fuck until they actually want to give a fuck and then it is only for that time period they are available for that fuck to be given.

I am tickled that it is thought that me being angry, grumpy and all truly affect as much is thought. If that was the case I wouldn't have said I loved you or what I wanted with you. But it is all good. As they say it is in the "eye of the beholder."

Not angry. Not emotional or feeling. No regrets.

I am what I am.
And what I am is....

IRONCLAD

Poetry: Do you Reember?

Do you Remember?

Moments

Filled with

Smiles and desires

A time

Were we laughed and communicated

Conversation wasn’t like an

Interrogation

When we

Fucked and made love

Until we were filled with

Pleasurable glee

Or the moments

When we just chilled

Talked, laughed and curled up

Watching tv

Do you remember?

Yeah

Me neither

From the chocolatezeus collection  10/29/17  ©