The wind is howling outside now sand tv reception is fractured!

 Not much that can be done about this, will be an early

Night and will feel great to get to bd and hit the sack!

Which sack will it be, where will it be, with whom

Will it be!?! Will I use a baseball bat or another sack

As in pillow sack!?! Will there be an awaiting snack

After my surprise attack at an unsuspecting sack? Catch

It off guard, unaware, unprepared? Who will be waiting

For me in the sack? Male, female, gay, bi, trans, other?!

I would love to try it with so many others before I kick!

That is a sublimated desire that comes to light and pre-

Sentsitscum at the sight of provocative images and my

Thoughts that simply appear and run through my eyes

As figures on a big theater or tv screen, I did once so

Glory in them find, cumming full tilt full throttle with

Or without the help of a botttle, once wine now more

Often the hard stuff like cachaca, rum, tequila, calvados!

My brutishness in full swing, my resistance so low,

Sucumming as I soon becumming to my base raw savage

Untamed wild wilderness spirits that are so very carnal!

So very base , so low, so uncivilized and yet so true to

My real being that comes to life when the sun goes down,

That will not be silenced, that will have both its day and

Night and fuck-off to all the rest, bloody hell blood boil!

I am the Stunt Man having been stunted from an early age by those that would stunt me to cripple and mentally silence me into an inaction, a lacking of focus and intent so as not to disturb their precious status quo!

 I did not know or realize at that time what a concerted

Effort was afoot to tame our individual thus collective

Souls! Stealing both our true childhoods and all our

Precious formative years to really become and realize

Our individual selves and conform into their mediocre

At best, boring, stunted, sterile souls devoid of our

Personalities that would have, like in an orchestra really

Shone and soared, peaked , climbed, dropped down and

Delved and groveled even, but on our own terms, not

Theirs! To climb the stairs on our own volition, to use

Our own permission to quest to mount, to conquer our

Own fears, to do things on our own, to grow freely into

Our own selves, what a privilege, what an honor, what

A jolly difficult scary task to accomplish at our own

Pace, to not be denied,spoon-fed and sheltered from

The truths they did not want us to know, not one bit 

At all!Dastardly  selfish, greedy  corrupt pricks sooo!

They’re everywhere! Here, there and everywhoooooWhereStareMeDown! I hate driving, always someone, some car, always there by me, on my side, in front behind!

 Not my thing driving and yet driving to

Winchester Monday was lovely, what a

Treat! It was such a pleasure to drive and

Have space around my wife and I, the ride

Back the same! It was heave on our Route

66 highway! We took the high road yay, not

The low road! We were invested and attentive,

Enthralled, treated, sweeted anew word I just

Made up! Love to make up phrases and play

With words, break them apart, see what words are 

within words, where they might all lead us on our

Fruitful journeys days and nights even midnights

Oye oye oye! Spelling? The chill and warmth and drizzle wetness in drops , scattered, falling, fallen puddles, nwatching steps,nthe freshness all glory it be round me oye oye oye I say, she says, feeling this joy all around!

 It’s Wednesday morning and I slept so well!

Went to bed early, my circuits overloading,

Best to sleep that stress and fatigue down

I felt reduced, ground somewhat to the ground

Watched Succession the series and did not speak

Two estrogens forces did all that and so I focused

I looked so close, drained and that energy I did

Block myself from as it had already stung me so

To the ground, sounding  a bit like Jim of The

Doors, perhaps channeling him some perhaps

Not,and with 13 minutes to go now before I

Drive off to my work past the Washington 

Monument and the Lincoln, Einstein and the

Vietnam Memorial, there by the Kennedy

Center and the State Department and so much

More, my drive is invigorating, those popping

Jonquils on Rock Creek Part to my left hillside

That dazzling yellow so vibrant, so bright, and

Now before I do this, some sips of my fresh brew

Of coffee in our Bialetti Moka Express so dark

And rich, still only smelled it steaming hot, have

Not yet even tasted my first sip drip down my 

innards to my dark and private quarters to woo

My guts keep them happy and content, for that

Is where this first being me started in my mother’s

Womb in 53 70 glory it be years & blue moons

Ago!I was stowed away for 9 months on her

Ship we now all call Nanda, I love you Mom,

Thanks for raising me right, you did your best

, as did Dad, both of you by me, and for that I

Thank you both sooooo! I love you so much,

And am both honored and thrille to be and 

Feel so alive, so connected, so tuned-in to that

Eternal pulse of Nature and natural forces all

Around me , I hear their sounds, I feel their

Pulses, I catch their waves, ride their backs!

I register and record, react and share all that

I can and May and have my say to keep life

When possible in balance so I am in the next 

Day hey hey hey hey , yay yay yay yay yay yay 

YAY! Hip, I am so, hip hurray today next day!

To feel that you are ganged hanged up on is an ugly feeling whether it is true or not, no one talking my side, feeling deflated

 That is how I just felt, 2 estrogens

Against my one testosterone a 

Really awful feeling pitting one

Against  two whether true or not

Is how o just felt and still feel!

But I have to move on and

Blow this feeling away and rise

And ride up over it! So be it!

The horn knee sens say shawn is so take n me ooohhh ver and ooooohhhhhh ver theeze dayz and nights!

 

An add at on into dic ic t feel I 

Now so turn turn urn earn ing 

This stay ta tay ta ate eat crave

Rave stir stave star stat tar-like

Fix it me has so very fix mix

Dic ta tat tate my intern my

On screen mmmm mate I

Do not dis crim mm I no I

Do not at at all Nate nate I

Sell I vib vibe celebrate not

I am so theeze daze in one

A fix I fax I type I tap I

Fo pho oohhhhh ocus so

Poke po po cuss curse I

Am now on screen a pa

Pa pawn a willing to so

My time here surround

Surrender to internet yes

Bait bate I a chef of that

Mastro that master mine

That leads me to leak to 

So heapingly helpingly 

My load my charge my

Weight my anxious yeah

My sea my many men at

My sea my ocean my 

River my well unload

All of them in now oohh

Overboard you all must go!

Mad with that having so now

Absolutely here so very let go!

Feelin’ the fire tan I just got round our fire pit at night the cold versus flames

 

My fire took my constant vigilance and so

My beach fold-up red chair next to it, boxes

Of cut up wild grass stalks keeping the whole

Show aglow! Just kept reaching for and then

Feeding them “ tween logs and metal not too

Tricky not to shabby! I was a loner this time

As no one joined, a group elite was I of one!

I snapped some pictures and waited to see if

Neighbors would come, but all I heard were

Young children’s shrieks and joyous being!

I smiled at that, I looked out for flying over-

Board flames as there were always some

Wanting desperately to escape the intensity!

As I say I am here now inside, having enjoyed

My wife’s homemade chicken soup, and my

Forehead alerts me to that heat, it presses into

My skull a firm massage if you will, not con-

Tant but present and there, I am here now with

My words to note this splendid affair ‘tween 

Me and my own Tony-made fire of logs, leaves,

Twigs and chopped up stalks of really tall wild

Grasses! What an amazing moment an hour or so, 

Glass of earthy, pithy, strong Italian weedy now

Dry red wine of Lacrima an almost lost grape 

Of Abbruzzo saved by one vineyard, already

Four day’s old, so it I may not scold for it has

Aired and taken that unasked for oxygen that

Has changed its soul and made it so gutsy raw

Harsh harsh harsh! Not really now a taste 4/me!

The lacks of transparencies at all, the walls of total collapse, the denials of personal thought, the gouging gorging us on foods of sugars run rampant, of money supreme deciders of what we have or have not!

 

I don’t need to be sheltered, I never did

Not at the total ugly undeniable hurt to

So many others, to be lied and spoon-fed

As if still children, to have  now everyone

Robbed raped violated on paper, on bodies

Ours, in laws, in cliques and parties for so

Few , the rest of us shuttered out, made to

Pay in our existences for their selfish fancies!

Enough to all of that, we need to band together

For all our greater goods! UP we pop, at the

Least we are keenly aware and knowing we

All must escape ourselves our trappedbesses 

That are so criminally wrong and should be

Stopped, arrested, made to pay, not allowed 

To sled and slide and go undetected as so

Much has before and still continues today

To our utter disgust and dismay when we

Have glimpses and brief moments to see it!

No more bullying no more crap from people

Jaded to think that money and their sorry

Asses are all that matters, all that should stand!

They be so wrong so selfishly bad bad bad!

Speaking to Eric of being actively connected, observant, writing, recording, X ploring imploring deploring, unstoring stored reactions!

 Write, whatever Eric! Sheesh my bro!

Just write, you have IT all inside of you,

Draw and write IT out about no doubt

Let those forces of your asleep energies

Flow once again, gain the back, refrain

By refrain, write, gussy up or down that

That those these them stains pains refrains

Music to the sounds of those words, the

Sighs, the oh my’s! The silent cries, all

Those dastardly denies drowned in the

Crunch the bites into those carbohydratic 

Climaxes fleeting intense releases of our

Wild and primal carnal carnivorous old

CavernsRusFromRdeepPasts! We are so

Exactly what we have always been, animals

Adapting to our environments that today are

So shallow, fakeries, false, flaky frantic fuck d

Up, where the friggin’ fuck is our collective 

Silent consciousnesses as we poorly navigate

The trite banalities stupid, uglinesses of our

Lives that once were so amazingly beautiful 

Before we let a few greedy bastards fuck it

IT all up for the majority of us while those

Few have IT all and appreciate absolutely

Nothing of any of IT at all as they rob us

And themselves, too, in their raping of all!

My being right now is being a lot scared, touch scarred , some smear self-done, being afraid , yet not completely as I just trust in my thrust! Me off so

 

My gut could bust, I have respected it as all

Of me more these days, less at nights when

Urges so primordial wrack my body with

x-plosive Imp-plodding physical being X-

Ploding soooooo nocturnal cravings for 

Another, more physicality, more reels in my

Head, my imaginations running nakedly so

Wild for that coming that cumming that

Ee poetic some physical rawness more

Less socially societal observances of that

Which is less a threat, more civilized as

So contrary to my bursting thirsting soooo

Very darned uncivilized beastly brute

Braden taking forcing fucking-not-so-con-

Siderate actions, in my desires, fantasies, mind

Thoughts waves, that, I often do head that big

Red light, I stop, I control with others in con-

Siderable considerations, as, in reality, all

That beastly selfish desire is best achieved 

With my eyes closed in myself, my brain and

Feeling waves, I climax so much more there

Than I do being a beast in real life, and look-

Ing at fotos and videos online, my imaginations

Bring me off so much quicker & satisfyingly!

Cheerio, carry on, go forth, embrace that glorious life force!

The happiest healthiest most prosperous for all year ever!

For all of us, the whole world, not just those criminal few!

Going off in a few, blast off scheduled for 9AM! Oh my goodness, finding grace!

 

Off to walk our dog and get that blast

Cold air smack-bad, lots will not do me

But I have no choice! Not true, there is

Always a choice but not always apparent!

Often oft somewhere obscured, not visible,

The mind does not stop to think, the body

Acts and moves in blind self defense, way

To be safe and get nowhere , spin those toes,

Mechanical move our feet, hands beat our

Chests! Play those safe games again and again

To no gain at all! But hey, it’sValentine’s Day

And Night so make and find and break some beau 

Love gorgeous passion of love of longing of a

Desperation of sorts to simply be hugged, seen! So

Go out there and out on your amazing happy smile!

16 minutes to do with my writing written wordings birdings flightings flaming fairings frustrating doings!

 I missed a button, it poked out just now, my mid

Shirt plaid announced it so obviously visible seated

Here composing sorting and sifting through myself

Be I for I jump or sit down in my Sparkly night 

Blue James Bond Toyota sedan Corolla that I love

To off be to eight hours work, write a store email

Look forward to Valentine’s Day tomorrow and

Move inch jump dash, I am rather dashing, I am

Splashing, too, I make up my words in the order

Or disorder, their sounds side-by-glide-glee-side!

I have fun, I work it till my worker gets sore as I

Valiantly brilliantly dumbly innocently X ProRes!

My game is better than ever and I know I have sheltered and buffered myself

 Preferring to be in the buff these days

Certainly most nights I am protected

And my risks have been tempered and

Mentored by my guardian soul spirit

And I am connecting more to being

X Spear Spere not to spare but to butt

Square another’s if not just one but 

Many man woman everyone to feel

My truth my being real ready to kick

Butt mine to thrust myself into the

Full flaired flashed untrained flame

Then phlegm the spit of spirits the

Salivas of all animals pooled and

Puddled , piled and plumbed, probed

Pissed so steadily upon my shivering

Nakednesses, my staying put & still

Drinking raw cachaca, Pisco , moon’s

Sine shimmied shammied tramied so

Untamed so unnamed so flawed and

Flashed, the truer rawness that formed

First with my guts when born, I must

Return to my primal pristine plucked

Pried pressed plumbed pound spooned

Spun, spat, shat shit-house out house

Bare bear male penile penis piston Ing

Percussion, tribal, ritual natural so bare

So new so virginal, orphaned migrant

Mastering ministering magical mystic

Myself me my being before labeled,

Or named or blamed or blasphemed!

I make it work! I wiggle I jiggle!nthat’s who! Till I am blue, like just now! I juggleI bugle I muggle I mingle I jingleI ping le I peddle I paddle I pong!

 

It works in some fashion or another because I

Make it, I make due, I mighty I master I must

No choice, failure does not work, it’s not okay

I am mighty pleased mighty pushed mighty

Moved so be it, it must be it must show some

How, not always sure when, but why? Because I sat so!

I have the wrong audience, it’s an audience,just not right for this! Oh well, I have it down no ethelesso

 Just honing, fine honing is my unlock

My key my honey bee to be to freer see

My audio my silence my maneuvers my

Stance I am somehow much aware of so

Much mas mejor no menos si muy claro 

I so declaro un poco Espanglaise more

Spanish ma, pa, I am myself finding out

More ‘bout how I have been for most of

My life been spared being the wild river

Trout, or salmon, my rainbow colors took

Such a beating down raised in a still pond

Or waterway that sees no turbulence X cept 

Those made by the greedy bastards that gave

Cast their votes and money dinero argent mights

Behind so many dollar signs that bury every

Waking and kill the sleeping, too ounces of doing

Right for all, us individuals still afraid but now

Perhaps even more aligned to unite against the

N XX, the silent , under carpet, we do not even

Hear or see or feel it coming, so numb are we ; RAID!

All of this, bien sur, vraiment, disguised as one

Big jolie jolly distraction attraction detraction

Parade masquerade tirade charade escapade with

Out hope without any thoughts for our well-being

Just how we May all better help these few attain

Their monies and moods and mighty egos without

Bandaids, no nothing for us masses disposables all!

If it’s not one thing it’s another, I am having trouble ALL of a sudden LOGGING in, logging on a river would be so much easier!

 Have I been hacked? Have I been logged out?

I do not know, I get mixed signals now, I have

To punch in each and every time now, what a

Real messy time- consuming DRAG this is all 

getting to be! And, for what?! Just so I can

Share things with you all!?! I love doing it.

It takes both time and effort, even when all 

Or most systems are “ on GO! “ such focus

Such checking everything trice! With or with-

Out  scurrying  mice! And auto-check and

Correct just bungles it all so dastardly brutally

sO, so I have to forget what I said and thought

To correct it all, and by that time the thin threads

Of my emotions and perceptions and inklings

Are long forgot, even though for by me so hard

Fought! I yes sincerely brutally give it all I GOT!

Put on a happy pace face lace!

Refocusing at 1:30PM, what counts for me! How am I counting, considering in gray now skies a haze Amaze !

 A maze to have been once by navigated others

Druthers brothers mothers and unknowns bones

Alive and gone , memories that in me do filter

Do fine , find me, often so bind rind ride me to

Total haze to my eyes other senses gaze that so

Reflection that glare that hard to me often focus

I am on the go on my ‘ find  out ‘ route rooted 

In depths I have skirted somehow on purpose

By as afraid of some contacts am I, hard to D

As in cipher saffron silk satin shrimp and shark

Pray to prey to be allowed to eat others to not

Feel guilty or pad for pillaging soo Nature and

Sleeping so in comfort on pillow as sift soft willow

I have been born to a privilege I never had to think

Much of, and yet these days it haunts me so dastardly

So bastard no nastard- not a word - yet rhymes so

So I let it GO as I have let so many things before.

GO, on its way, on its selfish, monetary wrong way

SO : NOW all of “ we “ except 200 families greedies 

The rest of us to pay for all mankind’s sins and spins

And bats of oars and fins, as everything caught us now

UP, the piper here ever ready and demanding the buck

The four bits, the folate’s, dinero, mullah, argent Quinta la!

Life’s curves are a woman’s curves , the first invisible largely, the second unmistakable, both with their own delight

My rewards? My offerings? Close by, oft in the distance?

Am I more or less aware, have I ever cared or been so

Caught up, so mired, so thrown off my balance to those

Curves a toy, a thing to with trifle, or not !? A tango a

Tangle , fangs flared, fandango!? So easy just to eat a

Fresh mango, like eating pussy that juicy bite of my

Teeth into that gooey sticky  sweet orange saturation

Of sugars and fruit delights that mat get caught up in

My rapture, such a personal capture of all my forces 

Life’s curves reduced to those juicy thighs that unruly

Wild mop of unshaved hair run wild , let loose, like

That mango it rewards its savory silky sweaty sweet

Juices, a thigh’s rewards caught up in its grip, in that

Warmth and flesh trap with only one way to go to pay

My homage my tongue to thus that it my gift so probe!

Her, her hind her breasts, too bared pointed nips nostrils

Enlarged to almost grotesque proportions, intake of air

Caution gone to ‘ without a care ‘, no time to spare!

Devore me my flower my will my resistance so faint

I am all in, here, now, so wow so pow so ow ow ow!