Ritual

Shades of cream, gray, black and burnt orange
Applying war paint
The mirror stares through me
Be the battle fierce
I am garbed and willing to go
Behind the mask
They will not see what is left of me

Starbucks

Cup of life…cappuccino
Hot…bitter…creamy
Hot…bodies
Bitter…love and loss
Creamy…cum
Do I drink?
Run away?


Next?

Wet

I am made of fire...
The wet of the world tries to put me out
Can one learn to make peace with water
Like you can the moon

Cum

I have been thinking about cum
Cum for me...
Cum to me...
Cum on me...
Cum in me...
Cum with me...

Solo cum isn't the same,
Cum is life giving...
It renews our souls.

Is it the lack of sharing it that kills us in the end?

Sunday

The world of the living
calls out once more...wanting
yet another soul on the field...of battle
Do I answer...

?

Will it hurt less
when you have been dead
longer than I knew you?

Fake

Fake candles...They now make artificial votive candles, while they look real...even flicker...you can't get the same grounding feeling by running your finger through the flame. Somehow that sums up how I feel right now. Like fake flame. I want to feel real again, to not be afraid of the pain of losing you.

The Quest

I was told last night that I needed to quest within to find the answers that I seek...So after reading a blog that touched me...I might as well start tonight. You are welcome to come along for the ride. I promise only truth, as I am not the most eloquent writer.
Be kind. This journey is new...and I have no idea what it will uncover.