Monthly Archives: April 2016
Still, the garden remembers happy voices
Turned to stone heavy in the ground
Yet spring arrives in full regalia ,
Perhaps to beseech me in colors, huge
Shouting lavender wisteria blossoms,
Disguised hellebore hangs it’s head but
Not in shame trying not to be vain in it’s
Delicate beauty, bleeding hearts lined in a
Shooting gallery how many can you break?
We agreed to help each other through
Heart ache and wind’s chill and try to
Find someone new, to be true for life
You are not totally inhuman to land a flower
Each one a commitment to each in the ritual
Yet the oath was forgotten, dried up, a leaf
Which rattles down the path catches in the
Fence inevitably to drop to a patient earth,
Always ready to receive the dead, making life.
Primordial, unseen, miraculous, resurrection.
Closest to my son ever we created the piece
Presented to earth and sky, an offering accepted
A frame to house natures beauty, no ego,
lovingly to care. The wood lays heavy soaked
With men’s resonate voices, wine, beer, cigar
Smoke, all of the earth, and the tears of grief
The last design, tenderly wrought in shaking
Hand but sure direction, circles of life forever
Etched in love
Serenity in my Inevitability
Struggles of my life ,created in part
Egocentricities of my prideful heart
Never willing to part with the fight
Defining the dubious courage we impart
Honor and glory at stake if we could
From their deadly silence awaken
Yet better ignorant they died in vain
For a god or king’s holy righteous name
I have lived among the dead in hopeless
Fear and pain when holiness was a name
Where all things sacred with in my frame
Silently spoken to the flame of my holy sacrifice
Without a name at the being of all the world
Spiritually tempered in the white hot flame
Love never contained by ego or pride
Humbly awakens transcends and flies
Wings of glory from where it abides in-the
Souls of the living, dying love serenity
Floods my heart when I have gently
Forsaken will, struggle and ceased the fight of
My rejection of my egoless collective spiritual
Fear that erodes the soul of man
Is not of trouble we left behind
Nor the everyday challenges we
face or retreat from a step at a time.
It is the looming shadows of future
That blows the mind, phantoms
Imagined before their possible time
Leaving us distraught and behind
We never defeat these demons all
Ghosts of future seaman who
Drowned in shallow water and
Never found the real bottom
Panic that stole their reason and
Flailing spasmodic limbs that
Never found the bottom shark
Bait for opportunists feeding
Frenzy on our unrealized fears
Tomorrow a bottomless bucket
Receiving all fears we can deposit
A tomorrow that may not come
Time and we may no longer exist
Terminate With Extreme Prejudice
He watched her through the spotting scope as his practiced hand deftly screwed the huge heavy barrel onto the lighter receiver for once the .222 cartridge was chambered, the remainder of the rifle except the two-stage trigger was superfluous. He languidly watched her examine each breast thoroughly then more rigorously, as she aroused herself and he found he also grew and extended. Why were his female subjects all so erotic, not allowing himself to remember it was always this way.
Many exterminators got erections while performing their job. This client was especially intelligent and that excited him more. She had been a part of Interpol and Mussed for years. Time to go, his boss had ordered. She was hard won and seemed to enjoy her trysts immensely.
He has seen her on the street a year ago before she became a target and flicked a warm dazzling smile at him as she walked lithely down the street in her trim, finely tuned body. He knew not her deadly knowledge of hand to hand combat, the signs blinded to him by his desire. Every muscle was spring- loaded and cocked……every one.
He remembered back to that next day wondering why killing a woman was like fucking her. Perhaps subduing and the ultimate penetration. She had been at the same place the next day and he spoke to her.
They had ended at her place after a five-mile run together and her muscled legs shone with fine perspiration like a thorough-bred black stallion. She was very black with huge eyes that somehow seemed innocent. Her features were not particularly Negroid except the full lips. Her teeth were small and even.
She bit his erect nipples with those teeth sending glowing washes of warmth to his groin. Her breasts were mostly muscle with unusually long blacker nipples against puffy huge areole. His sucking evoked a low mewling sound not unlike a nursing kitten. She was so wet her lower shorts were soaked and moisture ran down her legs. There was no genital foreplay, just pushing aside her panties and pushing inward, and her muscles sucked him in hungrily.
As he remembered, he had to have her one more time. He met her in the street next day and they ran and fucked.
As he exploded in her he barely heard a pufftt! of air and blood flowed from both ears at once and he started to scream shit!!!!!!!!!!!!! and fell limp in her arms still inside. her. She gave him a light peck on the forehead and eased him down and she knew she was the best he had ever had.
Carl James 1-11-16
Dead Men Walking
Quietly, purposefully centered one tract beings
Walk these streets in the glory of morning
Sun warmed breezes softly blowing
Caress their hair softly without them knowing
Sensually fluffed like a lover come calling
Street troubadour plays sweet violin cup empty
Soul savers duel in their frightening predictions
Repent your sins, tomorrow is the day, be ready!
Trees sigh blissfully thankful for the movement
Bang! one lying bleeding in the gutter, satchel missing
What the hell! What am I doing on the ground?
Warm, wet, delicious sleepy feeling, calmly
Breeze feels so good on the cooling sweat of neck
Wonder if I’m dying, wonder if anyone will care?
Introspection, more than all last year, the warm
Reassuring fingers stroke his cheek a wet tear slides
cooling down, white rubber fingers slide gently over his eyes,
He screams waking with a jolt, loving eyes inquire, all right?
While dead men walking down the street one got lucky
On a chance did he meet himself lying all over the street.