Four Sonnets for Your Viewing Pleasure

22.
He begs and pleads
But I cannot fall prey to his deceit
He chokes and cries beneath the ball-gag
But I cannot allow him to sway me
This is why I was born
The cleansing
The redeeming of sinners; the redeeming of humanity
His eyes are begging me to cut him loose; spare him
A voice cries out: let him go.
Did that come from my head?
I reach for the blade, sharpened and gleaming from the surgical table
I shiver as the sound of its metal scrapes metal
“I will free you!” I cry.
I slice the blade through his throat and pray as I watch him die.

23.
He said the end couldn’t be more far from the means
He said the purpose of this talk is to come closer together
She reminded him they were a team
She wondered if he cared at all
They cornered each other in a room
Face to face on down feathered sofas
Cats between them
Dogs between them and stared into the distance
As far away as they could be
“Well what do you suggest?” he sang. He hoped that she would cry
“We’ve discussed this before, really?” secretly wishing that he would die.
The voices rang through walls so thin and penetrated my ears
I hate it when they scream and fight.
They think that no one hears.

24.
I’m growing tired of you
You glowing, mocking, haunting necessity
I use you in my minute to minute
Hour to hour
Day to day
I get everything and nothing done
I can’t keep up with the trends you roll through the feed on my screen
I can’t seem to avoid the topics that make my brain fry and eyes bleed
All I want is to delete every person who ever hurt me
But I don’t want to ….for reasons I’m not strong enough to admit
I remember a life not so innocent but simple
Private and unconcerned with the way others sought to decipher me
I miss the days of bikes and basketball AND school and the mall
Before technology ruined it all.

25.
“You asked me here, now what do you want?”
Her eyes were glowing a florescent blue
Radiant and frightening all in the same blink
She sat in the corner of my cell: one leg bent up, one leg bent horizontally beneath her
Wings flittering every few moments or so
She did not seem pleased
She did not seem kind
She did not seem to be mine though I had her at the height of vulnerability
“I want you to get me…”
“Speak wisely!” She interrupted. “Fore I am bound to give you exactly what you ask.”
“But forced to fill in the blank where you do not specify.”
I swallowed hard and thought carefully. Then continued to speak
“I want to go home!” I yelled and blinked
Then found myself in a prison cell, 600 feet deep.

An All Too Familiar Encounter...

It wasn’t a particularly cold day. It wasn’t particularly warm either. It was that blissful blend of sweet and sour, mild and spicy and a whole lot of other compromising euphemisms. I sat in the back of the Starbucks located in the mecca of South Philly society: 4^th and South. A large comfy chair supported my upper back as I typed away on my laptop with vigorous purpose.

“Here’s your latte Ms. Armstrong. Was there anything else you needed?” The barista was tall thin and trendy, lanky in places where most hipsters were lanky, however handsome in his face. If he gained about fifteen pounds and trimmed up his unruly beard I’d fuck him. Note to self, write a story about star-crossed lovers in the city of Philadelphia: a girl from the metal scene and your average, garden variety hipster from Northern Liberties.  I think it could be a hit.

“No thank you I’m fine.” I reply to him with a sweet tone and a smile. I’ve been trying my hardest to smile more lately. Random people on the street keep suggesting I do so. Mostly men. Anyway, I thought about it, randomly a couple weeks ago and I realized I do need to smile more. I find that I grimace in a mean-mug sort of manner even when I’m in a cheerful mood. Smiling is hard.

I sip my coffee gingerly and savor the thick scent of pumpkin spice as it lingers under my nose. The music in this shop is too low. I wouldn’t ever admit it but I actually like this song by ….I don’t even know who this song is by. It has a moderate tempo and you can definitely tell, behind the heavy 808 bass line and pulsing electronic-dub step, the girl can really sing. I like pop music like that. When you can go on YouTube and find numerous videos of said artist belting it out to a classical piano-forte like it was just her, her piano and her sacred four walls. I should have learned to play piano.

My peaceful musical reflection is disrupted by a voice. A deep voice accompanied by a dark pair of eyes, brown skin and frighteningly white teeth.

“How you doing?” He leaned over the table, WAY  into my personal space, pet peev alert, and his breath smelled like black-and-milds. Nothing wrong with that smell except that along with the waft of scent came unwanted spittle.

“I’m fine and yourself?” I didn’t smile.

“I’m good ma’. What’s your name?” I hesitated. Not because I was pondering whether or not to give him my name, because he wasn’t going to get it, I was trying to figure out why he was even in this Starbucks. He didn’t have a drink in his hand nor did he have a pastry. He also wasn’t with anyone and it didn’t appear that he was waiting to meet someone either.

“What’s yours?” I respond. A pat on the back for evading the question.

“Danny.”

“What brings you to Starbucks Danny?” I try to keep my voice as even as possible. It’s a known fact that any fluctuation in vocal pattern, when speaking to a stranger of the opposite sex, could result in a false indication of flirtation. I also kept my eyes on my computer. I wanted him to realize I was uninterested in speaking with him. I was merely being polite by responding.

“Well I was walking by and I saw you in the window, smiling at that white dude, and I thought to myself, I need to talk to that girl. She’s so beautiful, how could I not?”

I responded to him with a smile, forced but a smile none the less. How do you respond to someone after a statement like that? Thanks for the compliment but I’m not interested in getting a cup of coffee with you or a beer. He’d immediately call me a bitch loud enough for everyone to hear and storm out of the shop. As a result I’d actually start to feel like a bitch. Further I’d be left with the embarrassing stares of the people around me. Any other response would result in his staying and shooting the shit, which I definitely didn’t want. I just wanted to write in peace.

“Thanks!”

“Can I get your num…” Before he could finish his sentence a young man in a Starbucks uniform walked up to us and interrupted.

“Hey, are you alright? Did you need anything else?” He spoke directly to me. His voice was loud and deep and it was clear he was just arriving for work, apron in hand, visor connected to his belt. He also leaned into my space a bit but this time I was more than grateful for this action. “Do you know this guy? I only ask because you look a bit uncomfortable.”

He was very direct and to the point. I appreciated that. He looked the main dead in the face and didn’t flinch a bit.

“No I don’t know him. I think he was just leaving though, so I should be alright. Thank you for asking.”

I looked at the man with polite eyes, or at least with what I thought was polite eyes. Sometimes I’m not sure. I have one of those faces that just seems to look angry all of the time. The barista looked at him too. His face looked more like you got the hint buddy. My hero!

“Oh is that how it is? Aight.” The man walked away with a limp. Did guys still do that? He didn’t look behind him, he didn’t say anything, and he did cause a scene.

“Thank you! I wasn’t sure how to get out of that one without actually leaving.”

“No worries. He’s a repeat offender. Comes in here all the time hitting on good looking girls. Trapping them really. I’ve had to ask him to leave on a number of occasions. I’m Matt.” As he stuck out his hand to shake mine his bright blue eyes caught the sun light as it trickled through the visor blinds. I’d definitely fuck him!!

“Rochelle. Thanks again!” He smiled at me as he walked to what I can only assume was the staff only lounge. I took a deep breath and thanked the universe for people like Matt.

With a heavy sigh and a shake of my head, I got back to my writing. I sipped my coffee and listened to my music (I’ve found that having ear buds in sometimes deters the weirdoes). Every once in a while I’d glance up at the counter and catch Matt glancing back. Maybe I’ll ask him for his number before I head out. 

An experiment with Isocola

Here he waited in the darkness of the barren streets
They were cold, they were wet, they were still as death herself
He never asked to be a soldier
He never asked to occupy the living
Like they were minions of the dead
But here he stood
Rifle in hand, sword by his side
And though his courage wavered depending on the moon’s phase in the sky
He held fast, his face frozen in time

He hated the stillness the night did bring
He hated the silence and wind against his skin
All he wanted was the warmth of a body
It didn’t matter who
Gender, age, race…whatever
He wanted to feel human

“Live now, Live free!”
His best friend bellowed to him
From the humid beaches of his hometown memories
Memories of lazy days
Rough surf and dirty sand
He couldn’t remember
At that moment
Exactly how long he’d been gone from that dump they called the shore
But he missed its salty stench
Thick in the air, thick in his nose
He missed it so deeply

Ask not, ask how, ask when, ask never
the words echoed in his brain
As he stood erect on the twisted street
Paved with brick beneath his boots
The wind cut through him like a chilled knife to cake

He had been had
He had been tricked
He had been recruited

And now he waited
Armed and washed of his will
Waiting for orders
And the liberty to kill
For freedom's sake

A Childhood game, a claim to property, a missing verse, and a plea for freedom (SONNETS)

19.
Somehow you’ve found me in this dark room
clear across the dimness and dust and dirt
you’ve located my beating heart in the shades of black
And now I seek and challenge you back
Marco……((silence)))
Polo…..victory
Here in the cave so crimson and bright
You hear my voice though you can’t see my eyes
I am a vision in your memory
a distant, diamond of destiny
But did you think you’d get all of me?
Alas you’ve lost your chance
Alas we’re done this dance
Finally you’re gone

20.
Her heart was an expletive
By expletive we mean naked
By naked we mean thin lace boy shorts
Arms across her chest and nothing more
Her body was chaste
By chaste we mean untouched
by untouched we mean never loved
unrequited and nothing more
And here you ask your questions
Debate exactly what I could mean
Is her heart truly naked?
Is her body really unclean?
I will never betray her and her secret lost so deep
For her heart is her heart, her body her body, and both are hers to keep.

....

21.b
He haunts these empty halls
He doesn’t know why he’s here
Behind bars afraid
With freedom afraid
Lost in his head though he never sleeps
He cries out to me in my dreams
With slow, yet précised and rapid strums of strings
I wake and press my eyes to bleed
These memories of lost heart’s seeds
Of things I thought would be but knew they weren’t
Of things I fought to be but desperately new they couldn’t
And now I’m free and love fully of my own, so easy to achieve it
I pray you find a new home to haunt, I truly mean it. 

Friday Writing Prompt Challenge

A morning of blinding light
The fatigue a feeling pulling tight.
The sludgy, grumpy mood is right
Controlling how I feel.

Alas the smell of rich hazelnut calls
The black liquid, hot and steaming
From this cup enthralls
Me, I hold it tight underneath my nose
It beckons me to wake

And in this sip it stimulates me
Courses through my entire being
And in this gulp
I find relief
The energy I need to be

A human being
polite not mean
Not zombified by midnight screams
Not controlled by sleep depravity
This liquid gold has set me free

OH BOY SONNETS!!!

16.
There is no power
only perception
I fool you not this is the truth of the matter
For each of you are tricked into thinking
Your opinions truly count
When all they are
are pithy, minor, complaints
To the deaf
Giant, massive, useless bags of air
But in your continuous efforts to be heard
In your tenacious actions though absurd
After you’ve died from exhaustion and protest
The change comes slightly
There is no rest

17.
He managed to correct himself
I was impressed by his ability to adjust
I gave him a good tongue lashing
His enlightenment being the result
I hope he spreads the good news
Like wildfire among his peers
I hope he’s smart enough to realize
The fight does not end here
For if he thinks enduring
My soap box symphony was the end
He needs to know
Boys turn into men
And raise daughters
so what then?

18.
She asked you for nature
So you gave her a house plant
She requested the ocean
So you changed her screen saver
She wanted a good book
You bought her Fifty Shades of Grey
She needed a hug
You just laughed her away
I need no explanation of the man you’ve become
I fear you’re too busy or broken to love someone
I hope I am wrong
but if it happens to be true
I hope you find someone to love
that’s not you.

Ten for the Coven Love Forgot

1

The angles rose from moistened land

Were paralleled to each other

The beams came down from stricken sky

They nearly executed each other

They crissed and crossed and formed a maze

That no one dare to test

These angled roses and beams of light

A challenge to ye poses

2

Though in this garden I do hesitate

I wait and listen sharp

I dare not rush or gallop or trot

Lest they blast my living heart

I hear them creeping, seeping, slithering

Beneath the shallow sod

The water still, the air doth kill

For thick it is and odd

3

I press forward in the dampen fog

The chill of the creek does freeze my toes

The land uneven stutters my step

The stench of mold my nose offends

The Moon is bright; it’s guiding light the only comfort here

I close my eyes

I feel him rise

The visitor is near

4

All manner of insect are silent now

All night dwelling creatures are still

I feel the pressure shift and sounder

I know he’s near me

Still I wonder how he feels me enter

I know I covered my steps this way

Mother did teach me herself

I close my eyes and speak the phrases

That will swiftly bring me help

5

Adiuva me congnatione (help me my family)

Infixus solo pedes mei (my feet are stuck to the ground)

Talem cum venustate ita me anticent (Such is the charm so ancient)

Protinus a victoria fine ( that gives me a victorious end)

The bare branches did sway

The wind did push me over

I swear the Moon did shine brighter

But his essence near me grew stronger

6

I lay in the muck cold and weeping

Holding fast what courage left I had

My hands do shake and shiver beneath me

I smell his ratchet soul advance

I hear his breath between my ears

I know he’s here! I feel him near!

And then a hand around my throat

Squeezeth air from my lungs

Bright and billowing I watch it

Leave my body in the night it hung

And in the moisture

Ever clear and apparent

His eyes stare back

His mouth doth shape

And his voice did echo near it

7

Why do you come here?

A deep and booming sound he had

Why do you stalk here?

No words from me could I give back

You are not welcome in these timbers

I did not invite you, you cannot come in

Return to your coven

Leave this place henceforth

I wish to never see you again!

8

The voice did rattle my heart in my chest

Its body full and deep

I swore if I were not possessed

My ear drums they’d pop as well as my chest

And leave me here to leak

I answered him not

Just stood to my feet and thrust my arms in the air

Palms to the sky

Eyes bright and wide

I recited this spell right here:

9

Absit a te, nostro generi hominum daemonis

Capies e familia mea

Numquid si vita mortem

Ad mare rubrum sanguinem proieci

Ut patribus vestris a facie confusio vos facite

Tua opera fieri infectum

Mea belli parta

Tu daemon fuerit a me,

(Away from my family you demon man

You stalk out my family

You cause death where life should be

I cast you to the blood red sea

May your ancestors quake at the shame you did make

May your deeds be undone

My our war be won

You demon man be gone from me)

10

His laugh did shake the ground

Rattle hard my resolve upon me

I stood fast with hands stretched wide

Fingers spread above me

I sang the words from my throat and bellowed them from my soul

I pushed so hard the ancient power

 I could feel it shake my bones

But all he did was laugh

And sneer and chide and tease

You foolish child

You idiot spawn

You know not who you tempt be gone.

For if you were truly

Half the witch that is equal to your beauty

You’d not come here to banish

You’d stride with pride

Through obstacles wide

And know your father through me

I spoke not, just hung there

It seemed forever

Silent as a lamb asleep

My breath was deep

I fought against my need to weep

You’re a liar! I screamed. My father is deceased.

He chided and he laughed

Then the night did know peace.

And Now They Thrive

You killed parts of me

But they needed to die

He waters other parts of me

And now they thrive

I don't remember tears now

Unless they are filled with joy

But I remember the pit of my stomach on the floor

The pit of my stomach is there no more

His laugh is the music that fills my heart

His smile the sun that brightens my soul

His thoughts and words nourish my vacant parking lot of existence

But now its not so vacant

Now they're filled with his heart beat….infinite.

I see my past as a path with intent

The intentions fulfilled and in the past they stay

My future an opportunity made and paid in silver and gold, with ambition and vision and goals

I know this is the ellipsis I've been dying for

Now I live for it.

He's all I need and more.

They Bleed the Truth So Ugly and Viral

13. (Pleads From the Self)
I’ve hidden in the shadows enough
Your errands bore my zealous soul
I’ve waited in your dungeon forever
Let my light shine through your eyes
I’ve longed for recognition and gratitude
But you push me deep; away from the surface
I cannot bare the neglect and the disdain
They chide at me with insolence
You lose me in the heart of another
Then mourn me when the other is gone
You sacrifice me in the name of  “love”
But search for me when the passion is done
I harbor no ill-will to you but my request is pretty clear
Get to know me better now or my presence will cease to be here

14.
He hits me with a left hook
Then leaves me bleeding
His words the brunt of the left hook
My face so lost; unclear
I ask for clarification
But am only met with stares so blank
I ask “what exactly do you mean by that?”
But still the air is vacant
I can’t approve of your methods sir
Your opinions are strong and misguided
You dictate them with passion and earnest
But explain them not when challenged.
Did he mute you? Did he request you to keep your yap trap shut?
I think that’s the best you can do, when the only one who cares what you have to say is you!

15.
The air around me is thin
In the room we occupy together
Though the space between us is dense
Saturated with things left un settled.
I smile and pretend things will be okay
But the fear is still there
The fear equaling unknown information
The ignorance is the space between us and you know it
Just tell me what it is
Tell me why it is
Feed me the truth so I can sleep at night; enjoy my life;
Give my heart entirely where it needs to be; longs to be
You know there is a pea in this mattress we build together …yet you ignore it
You ignore it because it give you power…power over me.

25 Things I Learned from Biz: A Recollection of Life Changing Philosophies!

Things I learned from Biz Stone Co-Creator of Twitter

This list was compiled of all the advice and philosophies I sticky tabbed while reading Biz’s book Things A little Bird Told Me: Confessions of a Creative Mind. Though much of what he talked about was specific to starting your own company, and building a profitable business in general, a lot of what he said, and he even mentioned it himself, can be applied to your everyday life and how you live in society.

I felt the lessons I learned in his anecdotes were worth simplifying into a neat list for my friends and family. I also included various quotes to better emphasize the concisely stated ideals. I hope you learn something life changing from his words as I did. Enjoy!

1. Re-invent yourself. Be the persona in your wildest fantasies.
2. Take risks and make your own opportunities.
3. Creativity is a renewable resource. Challenge yourself everyday. Find a new approach to something, anything. “Experience and curiosity drive us to make unexpected, offbeat connections. It is these nonlinear steps that often lead to the greatest work (23).”
4. Creativity is infinite (it’s worth saying again!).
5. Be willing to fail, don’t be afraid. Go past the point of no return.
6. Be engaged in your work. If you don’t love what you do there is no point in doing it.
1. “...I realized the value of emotional investment. you know in your heart something’s worth pursuing; you’re not sure exactly why, but it doesn’t matter. Success isn’t guaranteed, but failure is certain if you aren’t truly emotionally invested in your work (51).”
7. Embrace your constraints...they are proactive. They are challenging. They wake you up. They make you more creative. They make you better (57).
8. Working together is better than working alone.
9. Be human it yields good will; Embrace your flaws and be honest.
10. Be genuine! “It doesn’t pay to be bulletproof. nobody is flawless and when you act as if you are, it always rings false (95).”
11. Failure is part of the path!
1. “...Failure is part of the path. It was worth the risk. in fact, it was a critical component of growth. By sharing it with our users, we were showing our ultimate confidence in ourselves and our success. We weren’t quitting, and we hoped our faith would inspire theirs (97).
12. Solutions emerge if you look for the positive. “...finding the bright spot. When everything’s wrong and broken, instead of harping on what’s wrong and broken, find what works, and build on that. Seek out the positive ‘bright spot’ amid seemingly limitless negativity (101).”
1. “...the bright spot theory is about a fundamentally positive outlook. Rose-colored glasses tint the world with false beauty. But an open, curious, optimistic mind yields solutions, and has a better time along the way (102).”
13. Leadership sometimes means “cultivating the appearance of confidence.”
14. You set your own value so set it high.
15. Be open to the idea that you do not have all the answers, but the people around you might.
16. There’s no harm in proposing change. Just make sure your ducks are in a row:
1. “...opportunities like this are easier to recognize and implement in the workplace….Rules are there to help us--to create a culture, to streamline productivity, and to promote success. But we’re not computers that need to be programmed. We’re all a bunch of oddballs. Just because someone has authority, doesn’t mean they know better. If you approach your bosses or colleagues with respect, and your goals are in alignment, there’s often room for a little customization and flexibility….The solution, always, is to listen carefully -- to your own needs and to those of the people around you (148).”
17. Be diligent in the pursuit of your goals.
18. Never follow rules blindly: “Trust your instincts, know what you want, and believe in your ability to achieve it. Rules and conventions are important for schools, businesses, and society in general, but you should never follow them blindly. And it always helps to have a like-minded partner in crime (154).”
19. Assumptions = Fear and “Fear in the absence of knowledge breeds irrationality (158)”
20. Always seek knowledge in the face of fear!....keep your mind open, pursue knowledge, and see the bigger picture (159).
21. In everything you do employ these virtues: empathy, altruism, humanity, open mindedness;
22. Employ these affirmative assumptions: you don’t always know what’s going to happen; some people are smarter than you; do the right thing; the only deal worth doing is a win-win deal; people have good intentions; you can be successful, change the world, and have fun.
23. Give back to your community every chance you get. It doesn’t have to be monetarily. Deeds are returnable investments as well.
24. Stand up for what you believe is right.
25. Collaboration is better than nasty competition. Band together, support one another, and encourage progressive change.

A Love Note to the Local Music Scene

I’ve found myself wondering why I moved to this city. Why do I invest so much of myself, my time, into a community of people just to watch them bicker and fight like two-year-olds in daycare centers? Why do I spend my money on tickets? Why do I purchase merchandise for your band or shell out $5-$10 for your four to six track “cd?” Why go to the show you are busting your ass to promote, only to get five to seven people through the door? Why? Why trouble myself to support you all, when you don’t support each other?

Not too long ago I was a “real” member of the music scene. A much smaller music scene in a state that quite frequently, and quite passionately, gets shit on for various reasons. Some of which are completely ridiculous. We barely bickered. We never snuck behind each other backs and placed blame or sabotaged each other. We never broke ties either. We supported one another not only because we were friends but because we knew that to play music any other way, at our level, would be counterproductive.  We needed each other to ensure our “scene” would be successful.

So we bought each other’s show tickets; we drove 50+ miles to each other’s barely packed shows. We purchased each other’s low quality merch when we knew we’d gladly give it to each other for free. We support one another because there was no one else to support us. We were a family! We still are a family even though less than half of us are still playing the music we love.

I moved to this city, to be a part of a similar brotherhood again. I thought I found it; Smiling faces supporting other smiling faces. After a few months of being in this scene I’ve noticed the rose colored glasses were way too bright and the support was a façade. I noticed if you took off the heart-shaped specs, the bad blood and bickering were right there on the surface, underneath grinning masks made of papier-mâché and ulterior motives. It’s heartbreaking!

I’m not saying it should have been all sunshine and roses all of the time but come one, say what you mean, mean what you say, and follow through with your promises. I know things can’t be awesome all of the time but for Christ sake, I could set a schedule by the outbursts of drama shifting around this town.

You’re probably asking yourself, Devo why are you writing this? Who are you referring to? What are you getting at, aka what is the point? Are you going to end this with a resignation from, whatever it is that you do in this scene (because let’s face it no one really knows what I do, but you all feel the impact of my actions)? 

My answers to your questions are simple:

1   1.     I’m writing this because I care way to God damn much about people who could give a zero fucks about me. I’m writing this because I want you all to know that it breaks my heart to see people who are so passionate about their art, get drug down  and preoccupied with “school yard drama” and the subsequent tactics used to insight it.  It’s heartbreaking!

2.  I’m referring to no one and every one! We’ve all seen it, heard it, felt it, and been in involved in a situation, at some point in the past 8-9months that has resulted in migraine inducing, scream fight instigating drama (myself included). It’s neither helpful nor necessary. There are ways to mediate issues between bands, promoters, venues/bars, without child-like actions. I promise you. I was a conflict mediator at one point in my life, I swear to you there are alternatives.

3.      What I’m getting at is simple as well, stop fighting and unite your efforts. I know there is money involved when you’re a promoter, bar owner, etc., but there are ways to promote yourself to generate income and not sully the competition. It is possible. Imagine what we could do with this music scene if we all worked together? How awesome it would be to see four or five of our friend’s bands get signed to major record labels and spread their music across the country if we’d just help each other out? I think that would be pretty awesome.

4.      What exactly am I going to resign from? Yes, I do public relations for an independent record label when they call upon me (by the way they are in no way endorsing this message. This was my own dumbass idea). To resign from that position would be to turn my back on something I love dearly, which is writing and using my writing skills to promote my talented friends. Not to mention “what exactly I do in this scene” is support all of you by going to your shows, buying your music and merch, and spreading the word about your music at each and every chance I get. How does one resign from being a fan?

I’m writing this solely because I care and I don’t want to see this scene get divide by pettiness. The quote below that you are hopefully going to read, was my inspiration for this rant. It’s from a book called Things a Little Bird Told Me by Biz Stone, Co-founder of Twitter. In this chapter he muses about how awesome it would be if, instead of competing with each other, everyone just collaborated. How far advanced do you image us as a world would have gone by now? How far do you imagine we could go? I’m just asking that we scale it down. Imagine what we, the local music scene of Philadelphia (the city of brotherly love that is not producing much love at all), could accomplish if we joined our efforts and supported each other, communicated our grievances instead of declaring war?

Just think about it! I’m not asking for responses or revolution, just a little less negativity and hate and more love and support. I’ll still be around at ALL OF YOUR SHOWS, regardless of my affiliations and newly acquired employment, supporting everyone equally. The same goes for social media promotion as well \m/ <3 Okay here’s the quote:

What if we weren’t citizens of a particular country or state? What if we were citizens of the world? …Flocking is a triumph of humanity. It can make things happen. Imagine if humanity could cooperate like an emergent life form – we could get things done in a single year that would otherwise take one hundred years to do. Imagine if all the world’s astrophysicists put their egos aside and collaborated on a Mars mission? Or all the environmental scientists worked as one on global warming? Or the world’s best oncologists took on cancer together, one type at a time? Only 114,000 people in the world have thirty million dollars or more in assets. What if they were in a Google group and decided to invest in one thing to change the course of history?

Then there’s all of us, and together we are more powerful than any one thing. Can you imagine what we could get done (212)?

A Shit load of Sonnets or Sonnets I wrote when I felt like shit and other magical tunes

13.
I felt an inner rage again
It didn’t catch me off guard
This time I felt it weld within me
I braced myself while it grew inside
I held my breath while it breached my boundaries
I started breathing slow and deep
imagining an inner light
healing pain and hurt and rage
Then everything grew silent and still
Everything was blank but gone
All my emotions floating in mid air
All of my issues moving away
I’ll take this alternative any day
To the pain and the hurt and the blinding rage.

14.
The hot summer sun on my face
The salty sea air at my side
The burning gold sand on my skin
The shade of my glasses on my eyes
I feel the cleansing of the salt saturated breeze
As it covers and washes over me
I hear the music in the gulls
As they cry out of life “under the sea”
Here I sit solitary
Reflecting the cold soul within
Here I concentrate on individuality
Hoping to warm the hopelessness I’m in
And when I have succeeded and risen burning bright
I’ll be a better being; strong still and living right.

15.
“Let’s make a pact,” he said
Eyes set upon mine
Lips pressed close to mine.
No concept of space and time
“Remain friends,” he whispered
Holding hands we promised
And proceeded with life
But now those words are gone and dead
I lay, confused and filled with dread
You reminded me of my promise
Then proceeded to break it yourself
You reminded me of this promise
Then placed me casually on a shelf
Turned me to face the back of the wall

Mas Sonnets

10.
I don’t care about your feelings
Because you never wonder about mine
I don’t worry how your night went
Because you don’t give mine the time
I don’t ponder how your thoughts flow
In and out of your brain
I’m not concerned if they’ve poisoned you
Or if they’re driving you insane
Because the memories of you are sweeter
Than the reality you’re playing out
The past was choice and now’s a bummer
I’m sure you miss them too; Though I’m riddled with doubts
Because happiness is a choice, I know you’ve heard it said
I’d rather be there when you’re hurting than feel like you’re already dead

11.
Here she is again the women in my dreams
Completely naked; squeaky clean
An inviting smile upon her face
Legs spread to her ears
The smell of roses and tulips and tiger lilies and fears
Her breasts are mountains when she arches her back
They are mountains when her back is flat
Her ebony hair a veil of her passion
It’s dark and enticing and foreboding
It’s satin between my fingertips
The flesh on her lips; use your imagination
Sometimes these dreams trouble me
But after I’ve cum and shuttered and teared
I bury myself inside her like there’s no hope left here

12.
The conditions of happy
Aren’t THAT hard to get
You wake in the morning
You choose it or you don’t
You follow through with a smile
You laugh at someone’s jokes
You hug your family and your friends and you mean it
You listen to a pal vent and give advice sincerely…they need it
The conditions of happy seem to be a task for some people
They come out in the evening
And are looking for trouble
They find you and target you and filet your good mood
They judge the very purpose of your being
They are the worst kind of attitude

SWT: Sonnets with Titles

Death Wish in a Glass Bottle

The smell was pungent

It saturated the air

The dirt in my hair

The stains on my clothes

The mess of mascara and the maggots in my toes.

The letter was short but a far cry from sweet

The sentences daggers

Death stains porcelain teeth

I wrapped it in twine and i shoved it in glass
I corked up the opening; sealed it real fast

I shoveled the earth back in place; packed it down

I placed red roses on the surface; no one around

A moment of silence for the dearly departed

You still have my heart but I finished what you started

A Change in Obvious Appearances

The rumors are spilling

I see them churning the mill

I watch them burning the town down

I watch the truth standing still

I see assumptions are forming

I hear opinions and tall tales

I take everyones wondering

How much did he break it

I’m minding my business
I’m keeping my mouth shut
I’m trying to trust that, the truth will pull through

I’m hoping and praying and wishing on stars

I’m willing to bet there’s more I can do

But the only one who can allow that is you.

All my favorite authors have stolen all my best plot lines

I find myself a tad bit clever

But in the end I fear I’m wrong

This title is a play on lyrics
A band I love; an awesome song

I find the things I want to pen down

Already’ve been birthed from someone else's heart
I think if I just change the ending
You may be able to tell them apart

Plagiarism is not a thing now
People cheating is common place

Copy and paste someone else’s thoughts down
Wear the lie across your face

Sell the lie and promote its shamelessly

I guess I was right; you’re no more clever than me

Sonnets about Sex Part 1

A Lustful Mediocrity

He says he doesn’t know what I mean by this
Utter passionate display of affection
He’s saying he doesn’t understand my actions
I reply with your words don’t make sense
He claims I’m confusing;

The difference between my body language and the words I whisper
I swear he’s an idiot
Why can’t he just see how urgent this desire bleeds?

I rip his shirt above his head
I bite his chest and chew his lips
I tear his belt from his waist and then
Tie his hands to limit his
Movement in and out of me
Crying for a moments release; this lustful mediocrity

A Midnight Flogging

I remember a night when
I was the goddess you desired
All the lustful pain in your loins contained

And released in hellish fire
I remember a night when
I was all the release you needed
A hand full of ass
Your mouth on mine fast
And your fingers knuckle deep inside me
I remember a night when we sat there
Side by side in my ride there
And we talked about desire
and goals and this fire was  
All that we needed to live

This is Taboo Too
He was a stranger to her
She never met him before
His eyes were a gorgeous shade of blue
His hair barely there on the top of his head
But that wasn’t important to these two
His chest stressed his shirt buttons
His dress pants were taught tight
And his palms were sweaty and clammy

She straddled his lap, he was ready to snap

As SHE invited him to spend the night

Two strangers met in a bar but an hour ago
Two consenting adults no catch here

The desire between them, thick as cream you could feel them
The sex was amazing...so I hear!