Sunday, January 14, 2018

Poetry: Are you able?

Are you able?



Are you able to?

Accept and understand
Without trying to do a plot twist
To have your own way
Control the Altered Beast

Are you able to?

Listen to what I speak
Instead of using your interpretation
With prepared notations
To attempt to tell me

How I feel
What I think
How it is wrong according to the way you think

Are you able to?

Wait..
You claimed you didn’t do these things
Are you that deep into your misrepresentation?
Or did you just believe your hype
Knowing that it wasn’t right

Are you able to?

Just be true to what you claimed from the beginning
Leave behind therapeutic analyzations
Or gender based malnourished thinking

Damn

I guess you showed me



From the chocolatezeus collection  1/14/18  ©

Beast Mode Poetry: Masochist Assassination

Masochist Assassination



I slightly turn my head
The only acknowledgement
That you entered the room

You know what to do
Stand there until I acknowledge you

I rise to look you in the face
A sneer upon my face

The choke begins
As you gasp
The blade of the knife touches your clavicle
Slicing through your shirt and bra

As you gasp
I finish cutting through your jeans and panties

As the cold air stings your skin
Your chokehold begins

Gasp bitch, gasp
You want that next breath
My soft whisper in your ear
As the depravation mask slips over your head

I am going to kill you

Each slap to the head
Staggering and disorientating you

Your arms snatch above your head
Your instinctive struggle receives
A punch to the solar plexus
You struggle to breathe
As your wrists are cuffed and you hang completely

Intermittent strikes
Between paddle and vampire gloves
Buildup of pain all over

Ass smack
Ass smack
You think the respite has begun

As the sting of each whip swing
Permeates every inch of your body

Letting the knife slice in
Leaving my marks
My design
My name
Upon your back
Fully carved in

Hang there
Trying to breathe and just catch your breath
Feeling the flow of blood
Over dried blood stains
Body bursting in pain

Then
The cold splash came
As pain flares up in every
Mark and cut sustained
Stinging and sizzling

I wish you could hear my laughter
At your screams

Single tail dances upon you
Cuts opening like rose gardens
Your nerve endings blossom anew

The tears flow
From beneath the mask
To drop upon amply marked
Tits

Your nipples clamped
Tightly in pain and suction
The sjambok
Makes the crescendo

As your screams
Reach the pitch and level that I need
Sobbing uncontrollably
Your chest heaves in
Absorbent distress

I lick my lips
Remove your hood
Wait for your adjustment to the light again
Kiss your forehead

That is Daddy’s
Good whore
Good little bitch

His little masochist




From the chocolatezeus collection  1/14/18  ©

Friday, January 12, 2018

Poetry: Revolve Her

Revolve Her



Are they
Interchangeable
Completely the same
Diversified quality exchange?

Smooth bore
They fit
But their caliber
Is circumspect

Being involved with them
Is lie Russian roulette
But this is part of life
The things that I need

Whether it is
Click or spin
The next chamber will explode
With something completely different

Are the differences
Positive or negative?

Damn

I miss that

One Shot, One Kill

Action




From the chocolatezeus  collection  1/12/18  ©

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Poetry: You Are the Reveal

You Are the Reveal



Feelings and emotions

Destructively

Crash
Smash
Thrash

Upon the beach of
My heart, soul and mind

As I turn to look
Share and confide

To see you
Remember your past responses

Reminded

Oh never mind



From the chocolatezeus collection 1/10/18  ©

Tuesday, January 09, 2018

Decisions When Terminal Velocity Has Stopped

Decisions
Decisions
Decisions

This ordeal with the hospital and folks definitely has bene one for the books. Things are not getting better. So just dealing with everything here, there and everywhere.

Eye opening moments from the beginning of this year definitely. Emotional and physical effects. Compartmentalization in effect. Warp speed ahead.

moments of disinfected elations
quantum leaps into the distant abyss
sealed with memories of moments
even a kiss

russian roulette 
with no bullets missing

bang
bang

the death knell tolls
smoking bullet holes
as everything is left
dangling

swiss cheese
remnants of the
heart



Some unique conversations.

I have had to laugh at people and their poly ways. I am still going to do my own thing and my way regardless of their feminist following ways.

Standing here alone I can only know that this is where things ended up being.  I know from whence I came. And I know all that I have destroyed coming into this year.

Better place.
Better moment.
Better me.


Have a good one and make the most out of what you have going on.


Once more upon the ramparts amid the bloody bodies is where I remain.

Thursday, January 04, 2018

Yaayyy, for snow at the beach

Yes, it snowed here at the beach. I hadn't seen it like this since Chocolate Doll and I were here visiting. But damn it was beautiful and I have enjoyed every bit of it.

female parental unit still in the hospital. Nobody in or out of the hospital still since they put it on lock down yesterday. So she is there by herself. This stuff with the hospital will still be dealt with.

I have sat back and absorbed everything since I hit the red button at the end of last year.  Distance has become the living heart beat. And the silence has become life's existence.

My leg is better so I don't need to cut that off still. lol

Working on things and making it happen amid the natural disasters that are going on.

So I chuckle. Prepare and take things as they are.

Let me watch Under the Red Hood and Batman & Superman Apocalypse.


Love
Life
Being Me and only Me



Have a blessed one and love those who actually love you

Sunday, December 31, 2017

The Last Shots of 2017

I have thank all those that contributed the good and the bad. Those that I have met in all the travel this year and those that I just met.

As I finish up another bottle and work on a new one to bring in the year I have reflected, I have dealt with the loss, understood why people have to be moved like a fire sale and laughed at some great memories.

I have been drinking and smoking like crazy pretty much since I got back from texas and got over losing my leg and my life.

As I deal with the parental units and the situation here I will say that I hope you take your mortality and those you choose to be involved with or care about  seriously for whatever you have with them is worth.

I am ready for the next chapters.

The new additions.
Back to traveling like I use to.
Strength in me and those that actually have a real connection with me.
And prospering through this adversity.


As I flip through the picture collage of the good times this year. I will say thank you again for your participation.

And strap in because 2018 is going to be a wild, vicious, dangerous, No Holds Barred ride. So beware. And if need be follow the exit signs now.



Happy New Year and have a great one.


PSSINTA

Friday, December 29, 2017

No Resolutions...Just an OverHaul

The usual questions about resolutions are floating around.

My answer...

No resolutions at all. I already started overhauling, compartmentalizing, destroying and imprisoning things.

Dating has sucked.
D/s and M/s has beyond testing and trying
Distance is the new life blood
Solving, supporting and being there is seriously costly

Due to the lack of being able to talk to anyone about anything of meaning or have good intellectual conversations I have revised things down to a level that others can understand and be comfortable with. Their love and communication languages if you will. lmao

If there will be no effort, interest or anything to maintain a connection, relation, relationship or dynamic then we will deploy RRP (rapid response protocol.)  This year so much leeway was given like it was candy land for them.

Rekindled the need, requirement and necessity of True Connection. So, it has shown light on things like the Hubble. Thankful.

But I do have to say I had the best cannoli cream and cheesecake ever yesterday in N Raleigh. Wooo I am going to have to hit that spot up again. lol

You saw me this year.
Now you think you see me.
The tank is buttoned up and rolling...

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

And Now for the Highlight Reel

I was sitting up talking to Charlie today at the shop and he threw me for a loop. My fellow gruntanese , mean and outcast is going to be moving early next year. I am like damn. So it made me think about the adventures of this year.

The year was brought in with red on our first time bringing the new year in ever. A lot of chill, laughing, watching and I finally got to sample the food she cooks and gives to everyone but shipping me some.

bgp and I hit my favorite air & space museum. she got to watch me enjoy and be a kid in there. That is one of the places that I never get tired of and always excites me and brings me joy and happiness. Along with so many lasting memories and important things to me.

Hit Amsterdam with red and it brought back memories of being a kid in Belgium as well as new adventures created and the memories of the whole thing. But I loved the torture museum. Sex museum was alright. Watched her do some science and the Nemo science museum. We walked a lot but there was so much to see and had some good food as well. Looking forward to me going back there soon.

tigger and I hung out at the river poetically pontificating. Chilling and smoking.

The Booty review. Man o man you had to be there to understand. You had big gorgeous, big booty judy and map together twerking and dancing. It was like a smorgasbord of ass from big to normal size. And the twerking class that never happened was great!

Had my first pick up play scene that did not end well but that is due to drama and issues of them.  But my next pick up play scenes went well. Two pre negotiated and one negotiated during the cigar social which went well and gave her what she needed. And that made me glad I could help and be of service  to the things she was dealing with and getting past.

The episodes at the golf course. Laughing about that thai wife thing.

The drink and smoke fests that I have had more than a number of times this year. lmao and probably going to squeeze in one more before we out of here. lol

Hitting the basketball games and seeing them play their hearts out.

Once again dressed to the T's for the gala. I miss them days of being dressed up like that and just strolling in like "what? Motherfucking what?"  lmao

I was reminded about the importance of and why true connection was needed and that made me smile and set my protocols accordingly.

This year I got back to traveling some. Not as much as I use to or want. But that is about to go back to standard next year with everything else from the old school me. Let the good times roll!


So I have just been sitting over hear smiling and laughing. Remembering different things that have happened and made me be glad for them.

As the music plays though I am just laughing to myself and about to write the final epitaph in the journal.


Make sure you look at the good times and enjoy them.

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Welcome to the Turning Tide

As I deal with the icu people today I decided to put in writing my review I had been contemplating.  So let the shakespearean epitaph begin...

This year has been full of ups and downs. Seems like it has passed by at break neck speed as well. But here we are about to move on to another one.

There have definitely been some trips in there. From going back home to Amsterdam to los angeles, colorado, texas and the dmv plus more.  Memories were definitely created.

I also took this year to explore, learn and help more in bdsm. Through discussions, educations and more I have lent my hand and mind to help guide, assure and support those that were available, open to and wanted it. Now, a number of those were some that were not able to or ready to grasp the concepts of this life but oh well. I learned not to be bothered or waste time on them. You can only help those that are willing and open to it.

Roles, Skills and Abilities:

These three things I had a very enlightening experience with this year. In ways that I wasn't prepared for and others that I was prepared for.

Roles:

This is where you have submissive, slaves and girlfriends with their al a carte selection of their role. Where they are this is the way that my submission is and you need to deal with it or fix yourself to handle it. Well, that doesn't work when alignment of wills need to occur for a dynamic to work effectively. But the burger king mentality grows by the minute.

And just being able to be open enough to know your role. To understand that it may not be what you have always thought or felt it was. And not to get angry because you are told how your role is seen from the outside.

Skills:

This is where attitudes flair a lot. Because it is all cute to get a title and feel like you are in there. But if you can't actually be a submissive or slave in actual action or duty then guess what? There are no viable skills and you will be treated as such. The inability to focus, constant backlash or don't wanting to complete tasks simply shows your skill level and lack of dedication.

Abilities:

This is one where as a Dominant you have to be able to listen, observe and factor in what someone is capable of. Can they organize profusely? Are they a science whiz?

I have seen some abilities like empathy and support roles. I have also seen the ability to disregard and disappear because things were not the way they wanted or comfortable for them.


What has been learned:

Distance is the final frontier. It is the comfort zone that many keep in it's many forms. That warm blanket and stuffie for most.

Beware who you try to learn from, interact with or who claim to be proficient in anything especially this lifestyle.

Connection and intimacy are taboo in more than casual, minimal or superficial dose.

Regardless of how people choose to interpret, dissuade and count you and your standards out. In the end the only thing that matters is being true to you.

No matter what there is going to be backlash, hatred, dismissal and more from those that claim to love, be with you and are under you. Deal with it accordingly and in tune to the individual and individuals.

Trusting someone with emotional and deeply personal aspects has pretty much decayed from this years experiences. The vault remains closed with only one access card available to use. Which is sad because it is great to be able to express fully and share fully. But it also has to be something that can be handled by who you choose to share and express to without judgement, attitude, the way they think you need to do it and more.


So...

I look back to see some memorable smiles. The look into some eyes.  The abyss. All the things that I had to fight, live and survive through.  I can laugh at some more things than I could at earlier times in the year now.

Along with things I am dealing with anniversaries. Preparing for death. Making what moves must be made. Working on everything that comes into play and has to be attended to for next year.

I feel like George S Patton during the battle of the bulge. I want prayers to kill my enemies and we will fight through the day and night to freedom. Freedom being me.


Thank you for joining me on this journey this year. I am glad there have been plenty of reads on the poetry on here. As well as the reads for the blog portion. From the silly to the apathetic so much has been covered.

Wishing you a happy new year. And thanks for riding with me.

Poetic Reality: Unbreakable

Unbreakable



Sitting here in a perfect storm
Holding onto a typhoon and monsoon
Within two black and white holes

Each moment exposes another
Astronomical quantum singularity
Watching the tribulations unfold

From strangers to those
That claim proximity and a connect to me
Caustic wormholes are shown

Informing me
How I feel, act and think
Or the things that I have been through
And what they mean
Your simple minded fallacies
In thinking that you actually know me

Overt and topping from the bottom attempts
To change and mold me
Furious with my non conformity

Desires that I would be
Just like everyone and everything else that you have seen
To make it easier on cookie cutter mentalities

Fear is your friend
Your lover and spouse
Even your religious sermon on the mount
Your need to project this
So you done your weapon and come after me

As your heart, soul and body
Rebel frequently because of me
Because my disdain for this commonality
While destroying alleged
Politically correct activity

It bothers you
Enrages you that I won’t just give in
That you are feeling me, what has been done and said
Your turmoil and quandaries showing
So obviously

Still
Maintaining with n capitulating

I remain

UNBREAKABLE



From the chocolatezeus collection  12/26/17  ©


These Are the Moments I Wish

These Are the Moments I Wish



Even the Untamed One has His moments
Where time and the universe convey
The need to divert from
The onslaught

Moments where
Peace reigns
Rest, relaxation and respite
Are gained

When I can just
Lay on your
Chest, ass and stomach
As you rub my head
Letting the Rage take a break

The moments
You look up at me with those eyes
With concern and care
And I say thank you

When our connection is two strong heart beats
Dipped in titanium
With nuclear, molten lava
Coursing through and between
Us

Our adventures and experiences
Whether silent and intimate
Or the loudness of life’s orchestrations
The times where we are the
Twilight Zone

The longing and craving for
A marathon fuck and play fest
Where the Beast gets a morsel of
Your body, soul and flesh
Where there is a bit of comfort and solace

Then
I look and remember
There are no more
Wish sandwiches




From the chocolatezeus collection  12/26/17  ©

Sunday, December 24, 2017

The Subjectivity of Knowing Me

It is interesting when the ideology, action and concept of "knowing me," is claimed by others.

This year females that haven't even got near one of the circles of acceptance in my life were brazen enough to claim they knew aspects of me based on what they perceived as relations with parental units and others. Umm, wrong bitches. Very wrong.

It isn't about me withholding information or any of that from those that are deemed worthy. But the simple fact that if you haven't opened all of you to know me then you won't have a clue. Even those that claim closeness and all that other stuff.

Those that I date know their parts of me that they can handle and try to know in their way. Won't be as much as they claim to think or know but it is ok.

Folk at the cigar shop know aspects based on conversations and experiences concerning me. So they have some knowledge.

Those I work with know pretty much only business type of stuff concerning me outside of general things.


I tell you this. It is beyond great words when someone actually knows you and can continue learning and getting to know you. They become really especial. And damn I enjoy that. Some have even asked them for information concerning me. But being able to do it is an unbelievable blessing.

Knowledge and knowing are Key!  But there are also the dealing with the defenses, fears and combativeness that people have against letting someone know them truly as well.

I am just saying.

Choose wisely.
Be practical.
And stay on alert until and if true interest, action and maintained efforts of knowing and getting to know  you are solidified.