Poetry: Chain of Command

Chain of Command

Come one, come all

There is enough room for all of you

To be enemies against me

So join the movement

Join the force

Just me against all of you

Enemies of this state

Taking stake against me

Intimately and afar

Life Unscripted Army of one

With a general on call

Still they think they know me

That they can change and defeat me

The beginning of their fallacies

With a ride on an apocalyptic heart beat

As the ice, ice has formed

The ramparts may be worn but strong

And mass destruction is my

Natural form

From the circles of trust

To the contracts of connection

With failed Ultraman type

Relation realizations

Rouge subordinates

Runaways

Sabotagers of

Life

Intimacy

Living it all fully

The breakdown came

Rebellion was made

Results remained the same

Hierarchy remains

Command structure retained

Chain of command still King

From the chocolatezeus collection  2/1/18  ©

Very interesting, Interesting indeed

There have been a number of eclipsing light bulb effects that have gone off lately. With everything that has been going on it allowed me to truly have a clear space to de evolve a number of things into proper context.

It was definitely an interesting weekend. Considering shit going down that I had no part of and was mentioned in. Ehh, that is humans for you.

Rolling by yourself with no one else makes for quiet times with no attitudes or turmoil. Well, none created by me. lol

I realized my decisions that made last year and the protocols I set into place where visionary and damn on point considering actions, activities and observations that have happened so far this year.  *I love it when a plan comes together*

Funeral stuff is done. I am fine. My emotions and feelings are fine. Besides memories of burying my wife and my grandmother I am good.

This also put into very clear perspective of relations, relationships, dynamics and those I have let into my circles.

After a good chuckle and some confirmation today. I am going to do what I do regardless.  Keep moving forward relentlessly. Take no prisoners. And keep the Life Unscripted Team held high to it's truest form and reality.

Be Me
Motherfucking Me


*Me, Myself and I*


off to the spot now to let the pen spit and reality split

A Moment in Time and Poetry: The Logan Effect

Watching Logan had me thinking. (yes, I am always thinking so what) about life and living it.

This movie was a hodgepodge of the Death of Wolverine story line, Old Man Logan storyline and more. In it Logan has lived his life for centuries. Only to have the admantium attached to his bones poison him and over run his healing factor. In all those years he has loved, lived, lost and embraced anger, rage and loneliness.

I have beat the statistics as a black male and man. Died a number of times. Weathered and ingested Hell on basis.

As much as I am the ABM Caveman, I am also love and loving. I am the yin and yang personified within a person. I know it annoys the girls because they are all in the gray area and I am never there. But it is how I am made up and function. I walk with a purpose that I don't know. Loving those that can be involved with me only in their own palatable ways.

My cold heart barely beats now but gives forth the heated love and passion of a star. But I will take this long walk alone. To protect, care for and be there for those I care for regardless of their feelings or actions.

I will continue to do my job.

The Logan Effect

Eons have passed

Timeless imprisonment

Rivulets of emotions and stale intent

No longer invincible

Battle scars now unhealable

Living through so much

Love, life and death

Beat the expectations repeatedly

For I should have been dead

At least two decades ago

Attempts to

Save

Love

Support

Those that I chose to be within

My life’s circles

Fought with

For

And against them

My dark heart still beats

At a pace

Faster and slower

Countdown to inevitability

Rage unleashed

Love murdered in it’s waking sleep

Inhaling the death of destiny

Fear won’t grip me

As I fight with my last breath

For those that remain in my circle of being

The tears burn me

The last vestiges of me

Living

As I prepare to leave

Whenever the sands of time stop falling

There I will embrace

The end

Blaze of glory

The final chapter

And end of the story

Just don’t mourn me

From the chocolatezeus collection  1/27/18  ©

Send in Ground Support

Over the last year and especially now and this year I realized that part of me missed having that support and comfort. That no need to say anything because I got your back type of support. The one that won't dissect and analyze everything but just be safe harbor.

Man and Dominant some times needs and many times wants to just kind of chill and not have to be at war with everyone while holding and balancing the universe like Atlas. Hell, no one can last forever without breaking down over the long haul. 

Looking at relations, dynamics and mother dying today has me evaluate and analyze so much of where my comfort and support was to my situation now. A harsh look at the fall from gold and the alchemistic movement of support. 

It is not about asking for support or even not wanting support. It is about being connected in a way that it just happens. That connection where the flow and energy between us actually makes this happen without effort. And this is more than a possibility since I choose empathic ones to date or have serve me. 

If people claim to like you they will attempt to give support within their own way, range and ability.  And I am thankful for what they can give. There are no negatives about that. 

But there are the times you need that right type of support. Especially when you have relations with individuals. 

I have to honestly say that the last about 10 months definitely has been the time that the support for me has been needed. 

*Don't take support for granted*

Poetic Expression: Transition

Burning tears

Kiss

Vivid memories

of

Great ones gone before their time

The ones that were

Most importantly detrimental to me

It is not the current home going

I feel

Tis the steel of time

Sting of their removal

That releases emotional content

As the silence

Slits the timeline

And the wisps of their essence

Gains purchase

I dine

Within the flames of Hell

Upon their

Meaty

Savory

Tenderness

Spent

Yet submerged in

The pain

Shown through this event

Shining light upon

Undeniable evidence

Transition

From the chocolatezeus collection  1/24/18  (c)

Poetic Expression: Resonance

Sound

Stirring a dead soul

Her voice

cutting through

the distant, dead cold

This one moment

Cutting through

Empty discord

Leaving me currently

With painted memories

Good times

Good vibes

Now left to

Live and repeat

Intimate times

I hold as the last vestiges of

We

from the chocolatezeus collection  1/24/18. (c)

So you Think you Deserve a Collar?

Collaring is a physical representation of a D/s or M/s relationship. It is equated to a wedding ring for some and basically that weird concept I understand called a friendship ring for others.  So there is no all encompassing definition that fits all.

I have discussions about my position on collaring. So I will address it here...

For me collaring is representing me and my dynamic. It is honor, prestige and respect. To me it says that you are mine and a part of me and the future. It isn't something that comes easy or quick. It is based on learning, understanding, accepting, trust, ability to follow and the committed passion to the dynamic.

The desire and ability to become collared is not for everyone. It may be something that was never wanted, something that is out of their ability to trust and or understand or just something that is not part of their available ability or skill set.

Some Dominants have a very specific and set amount of time before they will think about collaring their sub or slave. At that point they evaluate if the person is actually on track to being collared or ready.

My journey into collaring does have a time span where a sub or slave will have the chance to learn, show and grow. It is on the low end 2 years. But at that point if I feel that there is still ability there or more things to learn with the probability to be collared then that will be extended until it is shown that they are ready or that they won't be ready.

What are the things that are important to me for collaring?

• Alignment of wills
• Commitment
• Dedication
• Adaptability
• Passion

The journey is not easy. It will be filled with trials, tribulations and learning.  And that is on both sides of the slash. Not just one or the other. Because investing in each other in a dynamic requires those that actually want to be in a dynamic and have collaring involved to go through the pitfalls to strengthen and enhance their dynamic through it all.

So my question to those that are interested like I asked those I have conversed with is...

ARE YOU READY TO DO THE WORK TO BE COLLARED!

Poetic Uplift: Smiled Again

I smiled

the moment

that the connection became

self evident

where mutually exclusive

died it's personal death

I smiled

at the future

acknowledgement of

purposeful intent

excited commitment

I smiled

knowing that

the same radar wave

bounced back

I smiled

then I said thank you

thank you for the lining

in the darkness that held

prevalent

from the chocolatezeus collection 1/22/18 (c)

Just Be...a Moment in the Desecration of Zeus

The girls have said this a number of times. That is what I get for dealing with the same type when I am interested. But anyway. they have been saying it and I didn't really get it until the weekend.

That just don't work on anything Dont ask anything. Act like nothing is wrong type of stuff.

Where they do their things and enjoy whatever it is that they do and go about their merry way. And I just sit in the background somewhere and interact when it suits and fits.

So when things are turned off for me it allows them to have that. So yayy me for understanding and putting the Chronos protocol in effect. They will be able to enjoy their "just be" a whole lot more since it started last year.

The Path to the Desecration of Zeus is enlightened again

The Apparent Trend of Telling Me...GTFOH

Apparently there must have been a convention for the opposing gender last year or maybe it is a dna based property.  But folk trying to tell me how I think, feel act and what predict about me has gotten beyond ludicrous.

The funny part is none of them know me longer term. Or even long enough to actually get the card to be able to make moves like that. I especially are entertained by females that are on social media or in bdsm that may have interacted with me and think they can get reckless with their thoughts and mouth. But that was because I tried to do that gray area shit and got what I got from it. It is all good lesson learned.

Now that is not to say there isn't someone that can talk to me like that because they know me and have been cleared to be able to do that because of knowing me.

And folk trying to tell me when to use the word female instead of woman is hilarious on facebook. That shit right there still has me dying.


Well, another chapter in the life unscripted adventures.  Plus more coming. And the alternate spot definitely gives clarity.

You guys have a great weekend. Live it fully, directly and seize each moment.

Mic Check, Mic Check...Deep Six in Effect

Well the female parental unit made it through another surgery. Time to see what else is next up on the agenda with her still in the hospital.

I have stared into the abyss for a long time now. And now it stopped staring back at me. The solitude has ran away and now there is only the inferno.

I took a step back before I got married, but to a more evolved point. A tactical plan to deal with, survive and overcome this modern day.

Not much to express here. Radio silence still the best bet for most everything. Trust, dependability and reliability are higher premiums now.

Just me, myself and I with the musical beats that feed the ABM Beast.


Make those moves right now and don't let anyone deter you.

A Short: Desecration of Chocolate...the Beginning

I always loved her chocolate skin. The deliciousness that it inspired and her curves were the fine lines that make the dick rise.

She walked in with her usual casual sexiness. So I looked down upon her. Into those deep, dark eyes. Her full lips glistened. Begging for my attention. So I kissed and tasted their succulence.

I told her to strip. And she did what she was told. No doubt expecting us to have sex and play like always. But today I am here to destroy and break her. To take away her arrogance and safety and feed upon her fear and despair.

She stood there. In all her naked chocolate glory. Waiting. Awaiting what would be next.

I moved in close. Swiftly grabbing her by the throat to choke slam her to the floor. Startled and stunned she gasped. Tried to gain purchase on what just had happened. But the slaps to the face as I called her a worthless whore and slut took her away from thoughts of understanding.

Dragging her by her twists across the cold tile floor. I feel her squirming. Which only makes me pause to slap her harder. I reach my spot as I grab a handful of her hair and put her in a reverse choke hold. Smiling at her gasps for needing breath. Whispering, "where is that dominating attitude of yours now?" I keep the pressure on until you begin the stage of passing fully out. Then I let you fall to the floor.

As you lay there I grab the red rope. Tying your titties up nice and tight. Each one tied separately around and around. Attaching the magnetic clamps on each side of each nipple. The pain flares up inside you awakening your sterilizing pain.  As you reach to pull the tope and take the clamps off you feel your titties and nipples pulled hard and fast toward the ceiling. As I tie the rope to the beam in the ceiling. You feel the strain of breast tissue and nerves being pulled and pulled deeply. your screams and tears fall upon me like cheers.

"Spread your legs now bitch!" is all that I say as you obey. To be met with a rough slap to the pussy. As my hand cups and then squeezes your pussy lips you are confused whether to moan or scream. As I pull the pussy lips apart and slap your clit. You jump expectantly.  Attaching the butterfly clamps to each pussy lips you squirm. I laugh and slap you in the face again. Making the tension on your nipples and tittles intensify again. You whimper. Only to dream again in earnest as your pussy lips are pulled separately to the sky as I attach the chained butterfly clips to the spreader bar.

You begging, "please Daddy, please" as I just watch you swinging. Tits pulled hard and taught. Chocolate veins showing prominently. Or the distended pussy lips praying up to me. You want it to stop but this is just the beginning....




The start of some short story writing. Will see the feedback before I continue.

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  ©