Drop the clutch and
slam the petal down.
Feel the power and
away you go.
Fuel injecting and
tires squealing.
Passion born at 80 and
ecstasy born at 100.
Making love to the road,
the scenery blurs by.
Twist the wheel and hit the breaks,
I stop outside the front of your place.
Slide across the hood and
kick my way inside.
You're mine tonight baby and
the night have just begun.
Your love is my fuel,
injected straight into my veins.
Ignited passion burns in me;
it's time to release the clutch.
Walls begin to shake,
like the earthquake inside me.
In the aftermath of our moment,
the house looks like a war zone.
Dress and close the door and
it's time to hit the road.
I promise I'll be back again,
but I'll be miles away.
I'm lost to the road;
trapped by an insatiable wanderlust.
Some day I'll come back to rock your foundation,
but today I'm riding with my fuel injected love.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Poetry: Heaven Help Us
God save the queen,
and don't forget to bless our country.
Don't worry about the little people,
save the royals and the land.
God bless us,
but only if you get the time.
Forgive us our daily trespasses,
but trespassers will be shot.
God defend our nation,
but not the people in it.
Some are deserving and some are not,
best not to take the chance.
Heaven help us,
though Hell has us on lay-away.
Give us this day our daily bread,
but prisoners should get water too.
Heaven forgive us,
we know not what we do.
Okay we do know what we do,
but can you give us a free pass this time?
Heaven open your gates,
you forgot to give me the gate code.
Oversights happen sometimes,
but you also seem to have sent us a one way ticket to Hell.
God in Heaven,
give us another shot.
Lucifer in Hell,
no hard feelings.
Forgive and forget,
that's our motto on Earth.
Even though you're eternal beings,
you can learn something from us mortals.
Flattery and bargaining sometimes work,
but we can tell you're not swayed.
We have fallen into bribery and as you can see,
we are keeping your guest books filled...
one bullet at a time.
and don't forget to bless our country.
Don't worry about the little people,
save the royals and the land.
God bless us,
but only if you get the time.
Forgive us our daily trespasses,
but trespassers will be shot.
God defend our nation,
but not the people in it.
Some are deserving and some are not,
best not to take the chance.
Heaven help us,
though Hell has us on lay-away.
Give us this day our daily bread,
but prisoners should get water too.
Heaven forgive us,
we know not what we do.
Okay we do know what we do,
but can you give us a free pass this time?
Heaven open your gates,
you forgot to give me the gate code.
Oversights happen sometimes,
but you also seem to have sent us a one way ticket to Hell.
God in Heaven,
give us another shot.
Lucifer in Hell,
no hard feelings.
Forgive and forget,
that's our motto on Earth.
Even though you're eternal beings,
you can learn something from us mortals.
Flattery and bargaining sometimes work,
but we can tell you're not swayed.
We have fallen into bribery and as you can see,
we are keeping your guest books filled...
one bullet at a time.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Writing: Moment in Time - City
The city smells strange tonight. Not bad, not good, just . . . strange. I fly atop gray pavement, yellow lines shooting past like a thousand laser beams. Driving through the city, you can almost tell where you are just by scent alone. The General Mills plant sends the sweet smell of grains into the air. You can't help but want to close your eyes and breathe deeply, taking in that whole grain oxygen. Sadly, I can't reach that pure relaxation right now, unless a trip to the sanitized scents of Mercy Hospital is added to by open itinerary.
The smell of sweet grain is suddenly severed and replaced with the sharp and intoxicating smell of gasoline and oil. Looking around on the thruway, you can't see where the scent would be coming from, but just beyond a hill lies rows of factories, processing and distributing, manufacturing and selling, oil and oil based products. The smells of the factories ravage me. I long for that almost edible air I left miles behind. Pressing down the gas petal, I rush to escape that pungent odor. The lines in the road blend and I chuckle to myself as I pass 88mph. Oh, to only be able to go back to the future.
Almost as if a window opened in an exhaust filled room, the horrid stench passes and is replaced by the smell of flowing, fresh water. The lights from the city play off the gentle waves bounding up and down, almost matching my quick pace stride for stride. I take a moment and slow down, moving to the side of the road and kicking on my hazard lights. I take in that fresh water aroma, cleaning my senses in that crystal blue air. Not much time to dally, though, I have appointments to keep. I turn back on the road and turn off my hazard lights, breathing deeply to keep that final scent of the city in mind. Of all the scents I crossed today, those mentioned and those unmentioned, they combine and tell me something that I finally realize, that I'm home.
The smell of sweet grain is suddenly severed and replaced with the sharp and intoxicating smell of gasoline and oil. Looking around on the thruway, you can't see where the scent would be coming from, but just beyond a hill lies rows of factories, processing and distributing, manufacturing and selling, oil and oil based products. The smells of the factories ravage me. I long for that almost edible air I left miles behind. Pressing down the gas petal, I rush to escape that pungent odor. The lines in the road blend and I chuckle to myself as I pass 88mph. Oh, to only be able to go back to the future.
Almost as if a window opened in an exhaust filled room, the horrid stench passes and is replaced by the smell of flowing, fresh water. The lights from the city play off the gentle waves bounding up and down, almost matching my quick pace stride for stride. I take a moment and slow down, moving to the side of the road and kicking on my hazard lights. I take in that fresh water aroma, cleaning my senses in that crystal blue air. Not much time to dally, though, I have appointments to keep. I turn back on the road and turn off my hazard lights, breathing deeply to keep that final scent of the city in mind. Of all the scents I crossed today, those mentioned and those unmentioned, they combine and tell me something that I finally realize, that I'm home.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Commentary: Back Home
It's a strange feeling returning home after being gone for almost 7 years. Besides my brief return to establish residency for my college, this is the first time I have returned for an extremely extended time. It feels like a new toothbrush. You know it's good for you, but stiff bristles attack you at every turn.
Having to reestablish old friendships and try to gain new ones is the hardest part. I have met with a few of my old friends, but a 7 year divide stands between us. I have changed in my time away, I can tell you that. I wouldn't say I am worldly by any extent of the word, but I have moved on while they have remained stagnant. I guess that is the way of the world.
The drive from White Plains to Buffalo was one long drive with nothing but my father in the car and no radio signal driving through the Catskills.
Wow, you wouldn't believe the lack of any type of radio outside of country music. Passing some of those small towns, I was almost expecting dueling banjos to start playing on repeat. When you pass by towns you can't find on any maps, with signs made of wood that looks like it was old enough to have been torn off of the Santa Maria... I was frightened and in no mood to squeal like a pig.
I saw a town that looks like it was trapped in the 50's as well. So stuck in the 50's, I saw a malt shop, a full service gas station conveniently named "Gas", a Drug Shoppe, and no modern conveniences. No ATM's, no fast food beyond a burger joint where you get served in your car, no Starbucks...or any coffee shop to be exact.
That right there is what actually stopped me from envying this type of life. Coffee is my life-blood. If I had no place to go for my addiction, I believe I could depopulate the place with a waspish attitude and massive headaches. As we all know, us coffee addicts drink coffee to suppress our latent mutations. Who knows what abilities we possess, but they are destructful and you never want to see them.
Arriving back at Buffalo, I found my haven. Tim Horton Coffee. If you never had the pleasure of stopping at a Tim Horton's while in Western New York, do yourself a favor and stop in for a Large Hazelnut Double-Double (Large coffee, hazelnut shot, 2 cream, 2 sugar). You will not be disappointed. If you are here for an extended period of time, I will list a few things you cannot pass on:
Tim Horton's - One of the best, cheapest cups of coffee you can find in the area. Using addictive Canadian creamer, you will desire it for the rest of your life.
Mighty Taco - Yes, you have most likely had Taco Bell, but Taco Hell has nothing on Mighty Taco. Have yourself a value meal and enjoy high quality ingredients along with a large Loganberry soda.
Buffalo Waterfront - A work in progress, the Waterfront is still one of the best places to go for many different attractions:
Shea's Buffalo Performing Arts Center - One of the best places I have ever been to when seeing a play or musical. One of the historical cornerstones of the Waterfront area.
Buffalo Naval Park - To appreciate the Waterfront, you have to tour the 3 retired naval vessels that are always on display. The USS Little Rock, USS Croaker, and USS The Sullivans is a constant reminder of the past and will always hold a special place in your heart as you walk through the passages and cabins that people who defended the United States with their lives once walked and lived.
Nietzsche's - For the night owls, head down to Nietzsche's, near the Waterfront, for live music and a brew with other night owls. Tons of local artists sing and play music with a sprinkle of stand-up comedy days. Good prices and good people, can you ask for more?
Anchor Bar - For those that like history and food in equal amounts, head to the Anchor Bar. The home of the ORIGINAL buffalo wing. Not an imitation, nor an impostor, Anchor Bar is where the wing was born and raised to what it is today. Don't settle for soggy wings ever again, get your grub on with the best wings in the country!
Club Diablo - For those that want to explore the darker side of the dark side of the night, head to Club Diablo. If I could imagine a place to meet Miss Destructo if she ever graced this city with her presence, it would be here. Classy, cozy, one of the best alternative clubs/bars I have ever been to, you get treated to live music, fine brews, and if you are in the area June 12th, you can catch the Purgatory 2 Road Show, the #1 touring fetish show in the nation!
These are just a few of the attractions you can check out, but there is so much more. If you ever want to know of some family, individual, adult, etc, attractions of the great city of Buffalo, feel free to contact me! I am also always down for meeting my readers and would be happy to buy you a drink if you ever see me out and about town! Enjoy your trip here if you ever come, you wont be disappointed!
Having to reestablish old friendships and try to gain new ones is the hardest part. I have met with a few of my old friends, but a 7 year divide stands between us. I have changed in my time away, I can tell you that. I wouldn't say I am worldly by any extent of the word, but I have moved on while they have remained stagnant. I guess that is the way of the world.
The drive from White Plains to Buffalo was one long drive with nothing but my father in the car and no radio signal driving through the Catskills.
Wow, you wouldn't believe the lack of any type of radio outside of country music. Passing some of those small towns, I was almost expecting dueling banjos to start playing on repeat. When you pass by towns you can't find on any maps, with signs made of wood that looks like it was old enough to have been torn off of the Santa Maria... I was frightened and in no mood to squeal like a pig.I saw a town that looks like it was trapped in the 50's as well. So stuck in the 50's, I saw a malt shop, a full service gas station conveniently named "Gas", a Drug Shoppe, and no modern conveniences. No ATM's, no fast food beyond a burger joint where you get served in your car, no Starbucks...or any coffee shop to be exact.
That right there is what actually stopped me from envying this type of life. Coffee is my life-blood. If I had no place to go for my addiction, I believe I could depopulate the place with a waspish attitude and massive headaches. As we all know, us coffee addicts drink coffee to suppress our latent mutations. Who knows what abilities we possess, but they are destructful and you never want to see them.Arriving back at Buffalo, I found my haven. Tim Horton Coffee. If you never had the pleasure of stopping at a Tim Horton's while in Western New York, do yourself a favor and stop in for a Large Hazelnut Double-Double (Large coffee, hazelnut shot, 2 cream, 2 sugar). You will not be disappointed. If you are here for an extended period of time, I will list a few things you cannot pass on:
Tim Horton's - One of the best, cheapest cups of coffee you can find in the area. Using addictive Canadian creamer, you will desire it for the rest of your life.
Mighty Taco - Yes, you have most likely had Taco Bell, but Taco Hell has nothing on Mighty Taco. Have yourself a value meal and enjoy high quality ingredients along with a large Loganberry soda.
Buffalo Waterfront - A work in progress, the Waterfront is still one of the best places to go for many different attractions:
Shea's Buffalo Performing Arts Center - One of the best places I have ever been to when seeing a play or musical. One of the historical cornerstones of the Waterfront area.
Buffalo Naval Park - To appreciate the Waterfront, you have to tour the 3 retired naval vessels that are always on display. The USS Little Rock, USS Croaker, and USS The Sullivans is a constant reminder of the past and will always hold a special place in your heart as you walk through the passages and cabins that people who defended the United States with their lives once walked and lived.
Nietzsche's - For the night owls, head down to Nietzsche's, near the Waterfront, for live music and a brew with other night owls. Tons of local artists sing and play music with a sprinkle of stand-up comedy days. Good prices and good people, can you ask for more?
Anchor Bar - For those that like history and food in equal amounts, head to the Anchor Bar. The home of the ORIGINAL buffalo wing. Not an imitation, nor an impostor, Anchor Bar is where the wing was born and raised to what it is today. Don't settle for soggy wings ever again, get your grub on with the best wings in the country!
Club Diablo - For those that want to explore the darker side of the dark side of the night, head to Club Diablo. If I could imagine a place to meet Miss Destructo if she ever graced this city with her presence, it would be here. Classy, cozy, one of the best alternative clubs/bars I have ever been to, you get treated to live music, fine brews, and if you are in the area June 12th, you can catch the Purgatory 2 Road Show, the #1 touring fetish show in the nation!
These are just a few of the attractions you can check out, but there is so much more. If you ever want to know of some family, individual, adult, etc, attractions of the great city of Buffalo, feel free to contact me! I am also always down for meeting my readers and would be happy to buy you a drink if you ever see me out and about town! Enjoy your trip here if you ever come, you wont be disappointed!
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Poetry: Between the Rain
Falling in slow motion,
reality reflects in each drop.
Warping what the eye beholds,
do we see reality between the rain?
I could sit for an eternity,
watching the rain splash off your laughing eyes.
Lost in the moment,
you become my rain-soaked reality.
Falling in slow motion,
I fall deeper in love with you.
Your rain-soaked face glowing in defused light,
like an angel that descended through the dark clouds.
I want to take your hand but I cant,
because you're a million miles away.
Between the rain and reality my mind warped,
feeling you ever so close but so very far away.
reality reflects in each drop.
Warping what the eye beholds,
do we see reality between the rain?
I could sit for an eternity,
watching the rain splash off your laughing eyes.
Lost in the moment,
you become my rain-soaked reality.
Falling in slow motion,
I fall deeper in love with you.
Your rain-soaked face glowing in defused light,
like an angel that descended through the dark clouds.
I want to take your hand but I cant,
because you're a million miles away.
Between the rain and reality my mind warped,
feeling you ever so close but so very far away.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Poetry: Lessons Learned Through Heartbreak
Classes are over;
the final has arrived.
I have taken many notes,
but I am still unprepared.
Lesson one is where it all began,
the Do's and Dont's of relationships.
Mistakes are okay,
because this lesson was a primer.
In this lesson,
you open your pocketbook more than your heart.
Together you should lay your cards on the table;
don't move to the next lesson with skeletons in your closet.
If you learned what is needed,
proceed to lesson two.
Though be wary of this step,
it is where many have failed before.
Lesson two is where things heat up,
and the honeymoon has begun.
Passionate kisses and rough foreplay mark this step,
but as always you must stay vigilant.
The single utterance of a single word,
and you fail and go back to the beginning.
Always be mindful of the song,
what's love got to do with it?
If you survive lesson two,
I owe you a hearty congratulations.
Lesson three is less difficult,
but pitfalls lurk in security.
Lesson three is where you chance saying the word,
though through your mate do you pass or fail.
Given the green light you may advance;
given the red light and it's back to the start.
If love exists as you hope it will,
you are ready for advanced lessons.
If love falters and fails,
consider these lessons learned.
I wish I could take you further,
but the rest is up to you.
I hope you pass the course,
but if not I will be waiting for you at lesson one.
the final has arrived.
I have taken many notes,
but I am still unprepared.
Lesson one is where it all began,
the Do's and Dont's of relationships.
Mistakes are okay,
because this lesson was a primer.
In this lesson,
you open your pocketbook more than your heart.
Together you should lay your cards on the table;
don't move to the next lesson with skeletons in your closet.
If you learned what is needed,
proceed to lesson two.
Though be wary of this step,
it is where many have failed before.
Lesson two is where things heat up,
and the honeymoon has begun.
Passionate kisses and rough foreplay mark this step,
but as always you must stay vigilant.
The single utterance of a single word,
and you fail and go back to the beginning.
Always be mindful of the song,
what's love got to do with it?
If you survive lesson two,
I owe you a hearty congratulations.
Lesson three is less difficult,
but pitfalls lurk in security.
Lesson three is where you chance saying the word,
though through your mate do you pass or fail.
Given the green light you may advance;
given the red light and it's back to the start.
If love exists as you hope it will,
you are ready for advanced lessons.
If love falters and fails,
consider these lessons learned.
I wish I could take you further,
but the rest is up to you.
I hope you pass the course,
but if not I will be waiting for you at lesson one.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Poetry: Someday (But Not Today)
Someday I will learn,
but not today.
I will stand on my own too feet,
and tell you how much I love you.
Someday you will learn,
but not today.
You will find out how much you miss me,
the day I'm no longer there.
Someday I will get over you,
but not today.
I will forget missed opportunity and blown chances,
finding another to take your place in my heart.
Someday you will laugh,
but not today.
You will smile at the thought of how hard I tried,
but you will know it was all for the best.
Someday I will stop lying to myself,
but not today.
I will admit to myself how much I miss you,
and the way you made me feel.
but not today.
I will stand on my own too feet,
and tell you how much I love you.
Someday you will learn,
but not today.
You will find out how much you miss me,
the day I'm no longer there.
Someday I will get over you,
but not today.
I will forget missed opportunity and blown chances,
finding another to take your place in my heart.
Someday you will laugh,
but not today.
You will smile at the thought of how hard I tried,
but you will know it was all for the best.
Someday I will stop lying to myself,
but not today.
I will admit to myself how much I miss you,
and the way you made me feel.
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