The train

Rolling along
Feeling forlorn
But not quite boring
Exhausted from the exchange
Tired from the range
Of emotion tapped into to distance you
From my anger you must remember
So much time we’ve rendered
So much surrendered
Replaced with ire all that was fire
Man I am tired
On the train he tries to buy my pain
With trinkets and flowers
The taste is sour from the scowler that seems to be forever on your face.
Happiness for you seems to be when I’m provoked.

But wisdom keeps me calm as we Move along to tired to cry to tired to shy.

I’m good with games “invention” is one of my names.

Welcomed boredom

Welcomed boredom in the office.
Now to daydream about the forest.
Mossy hills and wild dills.
Frolick and play.

Off to my favorite haven
With men close shaven
Rough handed smooth by sand.

Sweet breeze kisses my knees as I bend to touch a stream that looks so clean.

Lips parched.  Set to part to drink the nectar in.

Time never wasting I’m to busy chasing dragonflies and butterflies in the afternoon sun .

Tall grass covers me leaving no trace of me.  Free to dream warm safe in the August breeze.

No Monday Woes

Good Morning Monday
I think I’m ready
Over cast skies gray like my pearls
Milky irradesiance. 
Reflective like my words
True cause and effect
Remember never to neglect feelings and toes.
Here’s to no Monday woes!

Throb

Calm down.
Remain still.
Twitch, twitch, shift, shift.
Heart pounding.
Don’t touch.
Throb.  Pleasurable pain.
Squeeze them.  Tight squeeze from the knees.
Press them tight with all your might.
Fight the urge to surge.
Fight the throb.
Deny the sensation.
Feel the craving.
Throbbing deep. 
Wait.  It’s worth it.
Deny yourself. 
Build the lust.
Throbbing to bust

Summer’s when I was young…

River ride at low tide.
Drifting, winding down.
Climbing around.
Days of yore when time was ignored.
Bronzed skin kissed by the sun.
Golden locks in need of a chop.
Grass stains on my hanes.
Ripped jeans and flip flops.
Flowers in bloom long through June.
Summer months long since stopped.
Nostalgia on my mind.
Longing time to rewind.
To lemonade and barbeques.
Fireflies and warm blue skies.
Swings set and barrets.
Playing freeze tag with no shoes.
Mosquito bites and a few fights.
Summer’s in the city always pretty.

Working

working. On your way. No time to stay.  Working . Bon voyage to your family. Only one still standing.  Vacations missed. No time to assist. Vicarious digital living.
If it wasn’t for the “like” button no one would even know I existed.

Behavioral Patterns

Everyone ready?

Class do you have you #2 pencils all sharpened?

It’s test day…

Behavioral patterns. Predictable nature.

Don’t let it shake ya.

Today is like every other.

Remember “Ground Hog Day” the movie?

High and low again with the hustle and flow.

I really do know you.

Predictable like I said.

Careful I have you pegged.

Sad when game’s end is in sight.

No more fight.

Laughing at the clown in the makeup and big shoes.

Nobody’s fool.

I saw you coming from 300 meters.

Smacking you like mosquito’s .

Dirty little blood sucker.

I’m a motherfucker. Winter’s coming and it’s best to prepare.

No body fucking cares.