all of a sudden passion suddenly

[champagne1982]

Roll Over Me

this want, the need to squeeze
every molecule of sensual
each cell of wanton
flood the urge to take
what you are and feed
it to the lust engine
force it down to stretch
the fibres of driven pelvis
over this imagination of thrust
and roll and pitch until flight
hurls desire right back in the face
passion wears just as soon
as sex becomes more
changed by release into delight.

 

[Neonurotic]

Fall

Brighter than light filtering through
red stained leaves are tears
on lashes, sparkling down curves
of cheeks and the hallow of her neck.

I'd seen her pain if she weren't so
damn beautiful.

 

[Neonurotic]

Tear

Half life is just that, separate,
not fully alive then
less a beating heart.
Today, inhale, I get nothing
because of the hole left there,
a sucking chest wound.

I can't remember, do I
cover it with plastic?
Leave it be and hope for you
to save me one more time?
Tomorrow, maybe.

Stop holding your breath
gimme some of that air
before your other half is gone.

 

[Piscator]

Fall

Brighter than light filtering through
red stained leaves are tears
on lashes, sparkling down curves
of cheeks and the hallow of her neck.

I'd seen her pain if she weren't so
damn beautiful.

I love it especially the first verse but might rearrange the 2nd

I'd see her pain
if she weren't so
damn beautiful

 

[Piscator]

Toe pain

Your leaving left
a sharp pain coursing
through my being
kinda like when
I bashed my toe
this morning.

The toe pain's gone
but yours remains.

 

[Remec]

Getting Lucky(?)


Missy's foot twitched
and the fuzzy dice went
flying from their usual
place on the mirror,

I watched them from
over her shoulder as
I held on for dear life
while she bounced on my lap

totally oblivious as the
cubes rebounded from us
to finish their roll on the seat.
Snake-eyes! Talk about an omen.

 

[todski28]

Mahogany timber frames the
lead light
BAR printed in the glass
dapper patrons words murmur
together
the odd laugh barks out over the music
nod's and gestures
to friends that are family
and family that are friends
this gathering
of smiles
the odd awkward chit chat
as a child runs past
wielding his imagination like a sword

drinks pour into flute shaped glasses
DRINKS AT THE BAR
shouted through the revelry

and we made it
from the gutter
from the dumpster
from the fall of striking boots
and prison cells
addictions that threatened to end it all

and here we are
embraced for a photo
the number 50
printed above
a fitting caption
and proof that love and family
will endure

 

[Remec]

WIP (no stresses counted yet)

flippin' fingers - they will do their own damn thing,
just because I've placed my hand on your shoulder,
they feel the need--urge--to toy with your hair;
If I place it upon your tender, thick, thigh.
sure enough, they are inching below your skirt
or the hem of your shorts. seeking out treasure
untouched--since they have horrible memories,

 

[todski28]

I thank the blowjob gods
for your willingness to worship
at the alter
and deliver their gift,
hot and thick
all over
your heaving breasts
as you pant for air
and I speak in tongues

knowing how much it means to you
to pleasure me

now that I am done
on your back
it's my turn to worship you

 

[champagne1982]

I touched your ashes today.
Your lips, your heart, maybe
your brain, devoid of mind.
Is your soul gone or is it here,
inside my memory?

 

[todski28]

I look back
through eddies and ripples
that flow through the discourse
and of course see those things
I wish I could unsee

or unfeel, or even hope to understand
but here I drift up river
the current cut through my best intentions
and I ended where I ended

I paddled hard,
paddle still
strength though is limited
even the greatest of men had their limits
and I'm barely pond scrum compared to those
that accomplished something with their lives

Funny how wasted it all feels
when exhaustion sets in
and paddling isn't fun anymore
it's a fucking battle
the current like gravity
always wins in the end

 

[todski28]

Tonight I had more than I should
till my pores secreted
one hundred percent proof

I saw her
she was my ideal version
of how I imagine you,
yet we've never met
so I make it all up im my head
that this is you
since we've never met
your real name is now hers

she has had enough drinks
for inhibitions to slink off like a dog in the night

I write her a poem on a napkin
something I know
would get you wet
she smiles as she reads it
but her response
let's me down, she squeals in delight
(You would never do that shit)

I fuck her in the carpark
hard, animalistic
she cums
like a fucking animal
I can't
because she isn't you
so I spit on her back pretend I'm done

I don't take her number
I fade out of her life
plenty more pubs to drink at
anyway
I go home
and read your words to me
this is what it's like to feel
she could never have been you.

 

[Neonurotic]

No King's Ass Wiper

Was born too late in June
in the wrong house
but in the right body
I am quite sure of that
(I'm vain, I know that too).

I fear however, Henry
would've had me drawn
and quartered, shown me
my own guts as they burned
instead of a noble head
in a basket.

Then again, I wouldn't have been
caught. A backdoor man
is a backdoor man
and we never kiss and tell
or promise silly young Queens

anything more then one night
lay, off and we are away
because, quite obviously if there
is a Queen, there is a King.




Just nonsense. Need to stop eye-guzzling The Tudors and go to bed.

 

[todski28]

Free

five am cold shivers
breath mists the air
feet slosh through sodden ground
we race through the green, dodging
weaving, wire supports
that nearly decapitate
laughter echos
in mornings mists
as mum picks another
dollar fifty bucket of grapes

He was not there
our spirits soar
to become more
than gutter people
without fear
no oppression
finally able to laugh

my brother and I
dropped at school in our
ford fairlane mobile home,
clothed in mud
but cloaked in smiles.

 

[Neonurotic]

Idaho Shaped Box

You say you are not leaving
for another month or two
but I hear you making tickets,
plans, readying for the job. All the while
laughing with work-friends
I don't know for reasons
I don't know since I'm not apart
of that world in the sense I never met them
though I do know them through bitching,
about "assholes", "so and so not doing this"
or "doing too much of that"

When you ask if I'm OK
and I say I am, I'm really not
because I feel like you've already left.

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

The Joke

I can't recall when I first heard
of Bernie's friend, Michelle.
He's been my pal for ages now,
I know him very well,

but, anyway, this friend of his,
she's in some TV show
with lots of cops and nasty guys
and blood and guts, y’know.

She told him that, on certain days,
as all the cameras run,
the actors get undressed and then
they have some raunchy fun.

He asked her if he could join in,
she made it sound so great.
She said. "Why not, just turn up nude."
Old Bernie couldn't wait.

That Friday night he made his move;
he took a taxi there.
He wore a long and fitted coat
so no one saw him bare.

Inside the place he whipped it off
and waited for the crew.
When they arrived and saw him there,
his kneecaps turning blue,

they laughed out loud at Michelle's joke
which made poor Bernie blush.
He stood and glared at everyone
amidst a deathly hush

but soon he saw the funny side
and couldn't hide his smile.
He took his coat and put it on,
he did it with such style.

Poor Bernie was quite unprepared
for Michelle's type of joke
but all in all it worked out well,
he's such a lucky bloke,

they fell in love and took the plunge.
So here's the happy end,
it took this joke to make a wife
of Michelle, Bernie's friend.

 

[Angeline]

In
shells
left by
receding
tides pulled from the shore,
voices sing again, music plays.

We listen in these shorter days,
wonder what remains--
what is not
and is
the
same.

 

[todski28]

The air is heavy and like breathing chiffon drapes
gasp for breath
as water drip, drip
drips
thirst is oppressive
despite the depth
of wet air

shoulders, back, chest
slick with sweat
every step
is hindered, stumble
remember when heat was hot
and not this
steamy wet thing
that clings to the skin
and forces you to
dream of rain that makes you shiver
in delicious cold

 

[todski28]

I have these visions doc,
Just tell me I'm not crazy, please say
I'm ok. Because I don't feel ok
And I need some reassurance
because I'm not doing ok

Back to these visions
please don't judge me
but I have these

these thoughts
that I want to just
you know gently
grasp my work colleagues arm
And let him know that I'm ok
And ask if he's ok

And when he starts to answer
that split second where his brain is
occupied

I want to punch him in the throat
And when he hits the floor
gracefully use his face

pretend like I'm Fred Astaire
or Michaeel Flatley
you know the Lord of the dance
I want to hear the crack of his cheek bones
the wet thunds of heels
dancing in a macabre spray of bone fragments.

then when I have finished
I want to ask him

Are you ok?

So there it is,
I'm not crazy

am I?

 

[todski28]

I heard them
screaming,
the smashing of plates and bowls
not my father this time
another of mums lovers
and its still the fucking same
except this time
Im 16
Not 5,
I dont have a gun
but I do have a big fucking knife

i sit there listening
to the screams and tears
my fears grip me
by the throat
I can feel the gohsting bruises
tickle my flesh

I can hear the sound of a table upturned
the tell tale smack of a hand on skin
I dont have a gun
but do I have the balls to stand up

tears and screams
of no dont
you fucking bastard
the fear is feral palpable
can almost smell the reek of piss

I cry for my brother
my mother
I look down at the blade
slide it over my left arm
blood wells out of the
keen slice
and I smile

Rip open the door
and claim my right to be a man
to defend my mother
myself
to stand on my own two feet
and to hell with the consequences

because no
can't be whispered
to the silent night that has no remorse
it has to be screamed
in the face of your abuser

No I didn't have a gun
but if I did
I would have shot him
in the fucking head.

 

[todski28]

My mouth is dry
asphalt on forty degree days dry
tacky, sticky
my feet move on marionette strings
my inner voice screams dont,
Nothing wants to listen
bar the strings that bind me

Strung like badly wrought shibari
cutting into nerves
loss of blood and my extremeties numb

I can controll it this time though
I just want one.....
its 4am though
Im drinking alone
just one to help me sleep

 

[Neonurotic]

There's a pony that lives upstairs
galloping across wooden floors
she bangs cabinet doors,
plays her stereo with too much bass,
way too loud. She must not be able
to sleep at night because her hoofs
clomping a path around and around,
probably making a moat around the kitchen
island. Clomp, clomp, clomp all day
I wait for her to fall through
so I can tan her hide.

 

[Trixareforkids]

There's a pony that lives upstairs
galloping across wooden floors
she bangs cabinet doors,
plays her stereo with too much bass,
way too loud. She must not be able
to sleep at night because her hoofs
clomping a path around and around,
probably making a moat around the kitchen
island. Clomp, clomp, clomp all day
I wait for her to fall through
so I can tan her hide.

LOL, nice setup for that last line. ~Tips hat~

 

[todski28]

Gorgeous

Conform to the way a word is defined
or define a word by a definition
I make to suit the people
in my life that deserve the title

Gorgeous,
as a defining attribute
is a better descriptive than good looking it's true
but you should see you the way I do

Not filtered through conventional
channels
but filtered through me

and to me
gorgeous is a person
inside and out
how they make a room
inviting,
or they extend a hand in appreciation
or offer their hand in help
maybe even tell you something
you need to hear, not what you want to hear

make you feel important
if even for a moment

The informal definition is
Very pleasant or, enjoyable

someone who's time
the most precious commodity
we as humans have
gets spent on you
and they do any of the above

forget about looks
forget about very pleasant
amalgamate the two
and define a persons character
tell them they are
gorgeous

smile
because they are being defined
as a whole person
not just their looks.

 

[todski28]

tear me open
stitch me back together
I want to feel every damnable inch
of this thing called life
I want it to chew me slowly
and savour the burst of flavour
that sweet agony
that pours from porus wounds
sear them shut woth a blow torch
so that I can live in
flaming flesh

cloak me in your misery
and mire me down so I can feel
something
more than the empty hollow
of a midnight meadow
alone
shivering with frostbitten
tears
winters ice my pillow
in the billow white
of a snowstorm

put me on the street with the homeless
so I can feel the gnaw of starvation
sink my cheek bones
down to emaciated

make me question god
and humanity as you see it
cripple me with your aches
so that I may know what it is
that keeps you up at night

I want your burdens even if for a moment
so that we can connect
on a level lower and deeper than sin