Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Her Whispered Yearning

Secretly shadowed beneath the heart of a tendered hush. Gazing the empty indifference of an unsatisfied longing. Sworn in secrectcy, whispers, and dead silence. Caressing the unrepairable wounds which fed off the forsaking heart. Abandonment, desertion, and exposure are neither options nor recommendations. Only allowed to play in the dark depths of her secret shadows and tingled hushes.

Monogamy, polyamory, and infidelity trading places, spontaneously demanding environmental stimuli. An inquisitive thirst to scratch the surface of an emotional appetite and sexual cravings. An ideal planting ideals for growth of sensual delectation. Pleasing her whispered yearning for Eros.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011


Poisoned by bitterness and grievance. Anger aroused by exasperation. Fueled by aggravation and annoyance. A deadly passion scratching impurity til blood and suffocating it's innocence. Outrage, scornfulness teasing contempt. Disgrace, disobedience, and disrespect taunting their Elders. A battled cry mocking a sparkled vision. Provoking immorality with a demonized laughter. Screaming for the birth of vice. Degrading honorable conduct to wicked infeasibility. Resentment patiently awaiting our ignorance and snobbishness to fulfill it's hunger to feast.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Dating Our Self-Image

Let's not date a mere reflection of ourselves, in which, wounds us deeply. Instead, let's date the opposing perception of ourselves, in which, prosperous growth awaits. Dating the one who guides you down a righteous path, we can not follow alone. Fulfulling our emptiness, kissing our pain, and curing our pride. Destined beyond oneness and fortitude. Lusting for more than superficiality and selfishness. Feeling greatly appreciated for being no more than who we are.

Monday, November 15, 2010

A Peripheral Thugthezzo’s Respect

A deep rotted thuggish mentality. A swag of disobedience and incivility. A gangsta morality. A quite desperation of acknowledgment, and a loud grind of shady originality. A kill or be killed mind set; get rich or die tryin’ attitude. A lack of misunderstanding. A lack of misjudgment. A careless crude of honor. Doing is simply understanding. Only one unwritten rule of peripheral thugthezzo... Give respect or take it!

“Aye dog, pass dat shit here cuz! El pinche puto es un vato loco! Nah nikka, it ain’t like dat!”

Diverse tongues of slang. Communicated on streets of hustle, grind, and paper. Or better yet, communicated on civilizations of poverty, crime, and survival. The by-product of a faulty liberal system. Carl Jung’s theory of analytical psychology, seen in the streets of humanity. Gangs, drugs, and corrupted organizations hammering weakness in a so-called civilized society.

Children admiring their peers, their familia. Young vatos, crips, bloods, taggers, and bangers, simplifying a principle of monkey see, monkey do. Trying to survive in a system which is designed to fail. A system tainting immorality. A system built on frustration. Laws, rules, and regulations mean nothing in the words of peripheral thugthezzo. Criminal rehabilitation is a bad joke. Justice is injustice. Laws are ridiculous banter. Corruption trying to control corruption.

In such a system is disrespect. A Peripheral Thug’s number one rule broken. And... when there is no respect given... Respect will be taken.

Monday, November 1, 2010


Can the mirror lie? Yes? No? Maybe so?

Stare for a minute, what do you see? I guarantee, what you feel, is what you’ll see.

The mirror reflects the mind. The mind, can be so blind.

The mirror can never extol... beauty within the soul.

Beautiful Poisonous Flowers

Their luring nature, enticing your attention. Their colors attracting you, tempting you. Curvatures of a Goddess. Their scent stimulating arousal. Lost in their aroma. Lost under their spell. Your senses are hazy. Logic is thrown to the wind. Your soul floats, a wondrous path.

Sexy seducing flowers. Vines pulsing with a poisonous nectar. Roots caressing the soil beneath. Petals awaiting to be brushed. Such a work of art. Such a master piece. Whispering over to you... “smell me, touch me, love me.”

Persuasive signals. Persuasive callings. Persuasive vibes. Patiently alluring. Patiently preying. Patiently teasing. Scenting you. Feeling you. Wanting you. Needing you.

Victimizing dangerous powers for beautiful poisonous flowers.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Kissing Lips

Gazing into a pucker of red passion. Lips entwined, overlapping one another, lost in intense cupidity. No right nor wrong exchange or commitment. Only caught in a moment of overwhelming desire. Chemically reacted to create a new universe, a new dimensional world forming.

Rather the kiss is eloquent, soft, or sweet. Rather the kiss is dynamic, hard, or passionate. Rather the kiss brings your life joy, or another’s misery. The kiss is powerful beyond measure. Great jubilation. Great exasperation. A form of expression. A form of love. A form vengeance. A form of wonder.

Body language, voluntarily muscles contracting and retracting in a beautiful rhythm of waves. Mind on ecstasy. Nervous system, calm as can be. Heart rate steadily increasing. Respiratory system on stand-by. If you would only stop to listen, a complete silence is heard. Nothing else matters, but the moment in hand. If you focus your attention on your fingers for a moment, you’ll notice they move in the same rhythmic pattern as your lips.

Closing of the eyes, fixes nothing. Closed them. Keep them shut as much as possible. Light of the lips glow through. Soon enough, your entire body dances as one. For a moment in your life, everything makes sense. Everything becomes clear. Everything is evident. Embrace this. Cherish this. Nothing is more tender. A fondled treasure of kissing lips.