Please…

Nervous anticipation mixes with hopeful delight,
cherishing that anxious giddyness causing aortic
gymnastics and a benign percussive arrhythmia.

Clothes slowly exiled to their untidy piles as glazed eyes gaze unfocused from breast, to thighs, to mouth.
Hazel eyes devour my soul as skin and skin meet for the first time reacquainting memories of one another from dreams before they ever met.

Lips collide and savor, sliding from mouth to neck to breast, feverously inflaming each others desires and evoking hidden fantasies.

Briefly detaching I survey her undulating wantonness. Eyes glide across smooth supple skin, hesitating at perky globes heaving,
now faster as the slopes give way to a smooth hourglass valley and the final slow curve towards the inviting finish line.

One touch from hand to thigh causes tremors, hands explore skin begging for caress.

At last, bodies joined
learning each others needs and responding in a language communicated by touch, taste, and caress
until achieving a mystic rhythm only two can know.

Tremors become earthquakes as reality is suspended - time frozen. Nothing exists except each others desires and needs. Arousal overriding all modesty and inhibitions
escalating into a crescendo of hyper-stimulation.

The world explodes and disintegrates in an instant of joy. Exhausted bodies rejoice as waves of rapture flood, overwhelm, and renew their souls.

Verse I

There is much I say but little I do. Judge me not for words idly said, judge my actions, passions, and joys instead.

The Tyranny of Fear

Never fear change, instead always seek to improve thyself lest thine flaws be passed unto thy children.

Loosing my religion

What if God exists?

What if he doesn’t…

Circle of Life

Existence is a maliciously spiteful planar curve that is equidistant from a fixed point terminating only after infinitely navigating double the distance and realizing the imminent multitude of pies projected forcefully at your face is just the punchline and your myopic yet meaningless story was the joke.

PDA

I had my annual doctor’s appointment last week, and was embarrassed and dismayed when he told me that I had to stop masturbating. Hurt and confused, I asked him why. Surely it’s not dangerous since I disproved my mom’s accusation of early-onset macular degeneration years ago, and my dad’s theory about localized palmar hypertrichosis had also been proven absurdly unscientific. So again I asked my doctor, “why must I stop?”

He said it was distracting him.

The game of life

A sea of life ebbs and flows Mob of hundreds united yet isolated and enigmatic One with each other in apathetic, self-absorbed bliss. Blissfully secure in each clan’s myopia. Triumphantly confident that the reality is their own. Comically unaware of the cosmic chaos perpetuating the mass delusion of disillusion preferring pills blue not red. Yet alone I stew in my cynical broth of disapproval such that pity finds me rather than those scorned by my wit.

Magic Purple Unicorns

Technology is like a parabolic noose
ready to snare those unequipped to choose
Dogmatic theories and unpracticed truths bloom
but academics only trumps experience in the classroom.

Perpetual analysis leads to brain freeze,
Plans need action like flowers need bees
Effort helps but does not alone achieve success
Artistry comes through passion, skill, and tirelessness.

Unicorns and rainbows adorn cubical walls,
to sculpt technology requires a dreamer’s gall.
This career is not for the faint at heart,
but its truly worthwhile for those with the magic and art.

Jehovah’s Witless

Senseless horrors perpetuated in his name
Leaders of men, experts at his killing game.
If God is love, then death is love’s theme
and life is his Rube-Goldberg machine.

Commandments broken, like our soul’s grace
Hope entombed by his flawed servants faith.
Sadist faithless, my soul endures and spurns
Every day a pyre upon which civilization burns.

His flock, hoards of lamb seeking slaughter
selling their futures to their sons and daughters
Families a contrived promise never atoned.
Life is lived together yet eerily alone.

Happiness is every day that leads to none
time is our enemy ‘til we are finally undone.
Don’t seek the gates, seek the black abyss
Nothingness forever is better than this.

A job takes work…

Job satisfaction and fulfillment seems to ebb and flow during employment. It starts with excitement and anxiety as you try to fit their mold and prove your worth. At some point a comfort zone is found and you settle in to a groove.

This is where you have a choice to either go with the flow or try to start leading improvements and change. Choosing the latter can have reward but also exposes you to criticism. A well managed organization empowers and protects employees so that they do not fear, and are free to innovate and improve. Sadly this is rare in commitment and rarer in action by most management. If you are lucky you are successful and build a reputation as a leader. If you are not then you rarely get another chance - your perception lives on.

This is where you encounter a crossroad. You can either maintain the status quo and have a long stable career or continue to push the boundaries and risk compounding your reputation and shortening your career.

There is a rare middle route too - to persevere and create a series of successes that eventually override any prior failures. It uncertain if this is worthwhile as oppose to starting over elsewhere but for the right employer, pay, or situation it’s a possible option.

Once you reach this crossroad and make your choice do not hesitate. If you stay then push hard for your next successful project as soon as possible. If you deem it time to depart then do it immediately…this is where a middle ground is not worthwhile. Half measures will surely lead to a fatal failure and loss of control of your own destiny.

Choose well your employer and your own approach to work at that company. Also try to define how you want to balance your work & home lives and hold tight to those ideals. Some short periods of flexibility is important but long term violations of your needs are not worthwhile.

Finally, remember that no matter how good the job, it is just a job. Don’t make your job your life but when doing your job you must own it to be a success. Ultimately few professions are so limited that you cannot find another employer and do not be fooled thinking they cannot replace you in a heartbeat if they so desire.

The Enemy Within

What people see isn’t all to me.
Growth didnt end after puberty.

Ongoing war without and within.
Individuality vs social acceptance,
both paths are wrought with pain.
One dream’s loss is another’s gain.

Life, recursively twisting and turning,
the loving embrace of chaos and entropy.
Living Rube-Goldberg’s machine,
dying to live this sadistic reality’s dream.

Born,
Bored,
Reborn,
Evolve!

Genetics were the plan.
I am the reality.
Gotta be me.
Who else?

Status Quo

Underestimated and Misunderstood.
Impotent power courses through our veins.
Glorious self loathing, emotional stains.
Distant binary cousins to a proud mother’s brood.
Hope begets no action but an epoch lottery.
A comedy of pain, fates dealt hand.
Braying as sheep to lion’s men.
Draw our poly swords, don our helms of pottery.
March soldiers march, onward into life’s gaping maw.

Heart

When you live life heart-first dont be surprised when you bleed,
the pain you feel just proves that you are still alive,
dont fear getting hurt, only fear being unable to feel.
there is no life without love, no love without pain,
and no love without heart.

Professional Crastinator

Lets get started -
Clocks & Calendars lie and deceive…
It’s time to work -
TV beckons…
Deadlines near, lets get motivated! -
Easy work is too boring, hard work too hard…
Night before it is due. -
OMFG! Work work work…I’m exhausted, must sleep…
Late & incomplete!
Failure! Anxiety, depression, self-loathing…
I appologize…
Next project…

One

Gazing down.
nothing but clouds and birds.
Mountain climbed
Brass ring in hand.

Joyous relief
a river of exaltation.
Forever achieved.
concrete etched reputation.

The journey nolonger
Work in progress - worked.
Practice perfected.
There can only be one.