You come to fruition, to become someone’s nutrition
Tag: nature
The Professor
I am a flame
separated from the fire
Still, burning
for ever all
Did I have to let go
before I opened my eyes?
Or was it their chocolate passion
that made me static?
I was in my eyes
long before you appeared
And like a loose hair,
I only chose to lower my lash
Leaving it to release at its
own will
I did just that
When they grew longer,
I then squinted
carefully saw you
And looked left
Then right
For loose ideas as like my mind
The many looking in
the same direction
You were amongst great company
The scent of vanilla invaded us
like mold in heat
Apart, I pray you behave
as if no one can watch
Even if it is
for just one day, night, month
Though I do look forward
to my yearly bonus
How else could I keep account
of my pristine virgin?
The Difference Between a Porn Star and a Writer is “Thoughts…over a good cup of coffee”
Just who is TTBoy (The Writer) and TTBoy (The Porn Star)?
There seems to be much confusion as to my many posts here on Word Press.com. Being that I tend to write (blog and post poetry), why is it so difficult for readers to distinguish me from the Porn Star? To some, the Writer TTBoy is considered to have honed in on his writing craft, while TTBoy, the Porn Star, has solidified his place in the Porn Industry.
TTBoy, the Writer, may incite some negativity from his writings, while, TTBoy, the Porn Star, may offer-up the same feelings for his work with “models” on film. TTBoy, the Writer, has yet to find any articles posted online by the noted Porn Star.
As a more sedate reference, please refer to the book, “Thoughts…over a good cup of coffee,” and make your comments known about any demeaning or inflammatory subjects the book may entail.
Two completely different artists using the ‘same name’ may just be what the literary world needs to separate fact from fantasy.
Waiting
Cars stop
Then go
Lights changing with a chop
Leading to where the waters flow
Imagining the waves
Crashing without a shore
Searching for their faves
But me I want much more
Here I am
Waiting for them to take me in
Like looking for peace on the lam
Waiting here like committing a sin
Life without hope
Like I’m doing some dope
Waiting for a good day
When I can love my way
Add a touch of greatness
Not so hard when you know
Despite its untimely lateness
Telling the wind which way to blow
The Same Song
Same song
Every night
When I feel like dancing
You just wanna hold me tight
I can dance alone
It’s probably better anyway
This is like keeping me on the phone
But partying lets me say,
I want to be free
To move from here to there
I want to be free
In a world that doesn’t care
As long as I share
I want to be free
Still closer to thee
I want to be
What freedom has for me
If I twirl too much
Don’t be quick to think I’m dizzy
Just because I move when you try to touch
My hand, and I hear you say, “Is he always this busy?”
“Do you always have to be this busy?”
What if I don’t want to stand or sit still
All the time, it’s just not enough
Maybe it’s not my will with so much time to kill
Making life more rough with lifeless stuff
My dance floor is the earth’s store
And it gives me so much more when I don’t sit still
Like biting into an apple’s core
The seeds inside are like a pill,
keeping peace at will, seeds that thrill
Change the song
And you’ll see my new clothes
Sure as the day’s gone long
Even the Emperor holds a white rose
Change the tune
I’ll help you learn to step right
I’ve been to the moon and you can soon
If you stop putting up a fight and follow the light
Due Diligence
What possesses a man to withhold life from another?
As floods rush in and level playing fields
It’s not just time with history to heal
Thunderous displays of shock invade the skies
Upending true wealth through uninsured lies
Animals we were given dominion over rebel from petting zoos
As if there weren’t enough clues
A Reversal of fortune as temperatures disguise the seasons
Excuses given as scientific reasons
Voices beckon acts of treason
Voices act and beckon treason
So many towers
above Babeling brooks
All hail the newest and most masterful of crooks
Fire starters allow the flicker to catch
Proof that earthly bondage has met its match
Years it took to puff up the bloke
Now gone in a flash, like Hades and smoke
Not as forgiven as a toe-curling pleasure act
Rumbling break in the soil engulfs all on track
Why should Zephyr winds just blow on high
when there is a lesson below to be learned through a cry?
He takes a pillage and calls himself the victor
Hunger and displacement rule laws of stricter
For all know that with a flick of the wrist and the pen
Devastation could meet its end
Only one could stretch out his arms and put us to sleep
That is why I pray the Lord my soul to keep
The power we give to our star-struck leader
is our blood-letting that strengthens the breeder
What possesses a man to withhold life from another?
look to the Garden of Eden and how a brother
turned his sister into a mother
What dust has made
Windblown windblown
throw down your breath
and give back the life
that you took in death
Windblown windblown
why do you stand so straight
it’s not nice to compare yourself
to something you hate
Windblown windblown
you disgusting piece of air
just continue knocking things over
as if you can’t care
Windblown windblown
what is your color of the day
could it be red in tone
or just destruction at play
