Sunday, September 19, 2010

Lend me your ear

Sometimes I sit in this chair and have the craziest thoughts.  The most recent of these thoughts have been about my patience.  It really boggles my mind when I try to put it in perspective.  But the fact of the matter is, it's always been there.  When I was in high school, I was in a program called Teen Institute.  It was a drug and alcohol prevention/peer group.  Now, I know that you see me now and think to yourself "as much as you drink, that's impossible".  But remember, that was high school.  Things are a lot different now.  Anyway, that program taught me many lessons on life that I didn't appreciate until my early adult years.  It helped me realize that when someone needs to talk, you should be there for them.  We were told to never ask, just listen.  Never advise, just listen.  Sometimes, people just want to vent.  They don't really need to hear what you would do, or how you would handle it.  They just need someone to listen to them.  And in order to do that, you need to display patience.  They may not want to talk at the moment that you are there, so you have to be there whenever they need you.  That's what I try to do. 

Something that I find even more strange about this is, if you hung around my crew, you would not see me at the one that does that.  Lemme explain.  I'm gonna break my crew down and you tell me what you think.  Wood - the indecisive "wanna be at the scene" cat that doesn't wanna spend any loot to make it happen.  Cleazy - the intelligent "wanna be thug" that always gets shit for the party that nobody can explain.  CoCo - Mr Get To The Point is a ladies man, if you want that man to tell you exactly what he's gonna do to you if provided the chance.  K.Dot - this is the "ultimate" listener who has so many friends that he actually forgets how he knows them.  Me & Zeek - we are considered the "assholes" of our crew.  Every crew has at least one.  We're notorious for shutting down the entire operation just because we don't like dealing with too many people.  We're the ones that scream, cuz and fuss.  When the ball drops, we don't care who's going for it.  We're gonna get it at all costs.  And if you don't like it, so what!  However, I can tell you right now that when we see someone who needs to vent, we're the first ones to be there.  If we need to make a trip down the road to be there, then we're there.  We don't lend money if you need it.  We give it.  But we do it on the low.  We don't broadcast it.  That's not to say that the rest of the crew doesn't provide, but we're the anchors.  When people see that we don't show up to events, they automatically assume that we're not there because D & Zeek shut it down.  We let it ride cuz we don't care to save face.  But if you need anything, we're there.  No questions asked.

Don't let our bravado make you think that you can't come to us.  We are assholes, but we know how to listen.  We know how to care.  We just do wear it on our sleeves.  We'll listen, free of judgement. 

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Chocolate Covered (Exotic)

Your elegance is astounding.  When in your arms, I feel a sense or urgency to give in to your every desire.  Instead, I hold you closer to me.  My heart beats to a rhythm that only we can enjoy.  And we dance our own little dance.  Inter-twining souls.  You've touched me in ways that I never imagined I could be touched.  And in your eyes, I am right where I want to be.  Lost in you.  Nothing about us is normal, and that's the most beautiful part of our relationship.  We make love without having sex.  Never expected your heart to be caressed and cared for in the manner that I provide.  To the point that it's down right frightening.  But we travel down this path together, and we know that nothing else matters.  In an instant, we convene to the moment that brings us both to our knees.  For I have longed to taste your chocolate skin for what seem like an eternity.  And it's everything that a man can dream of.  You rub and grab my head, just the way I like it.  Deep moans from you only make me want to please you more.  The grip of your thighs tighten, as you have wanted me to taste you as badly as I wanted to oblige.  I take in all that you have to offer, and even beg for what you don't.  You give in to DLuvhall, and nothing pleases me more.  I take a moment to look into your eyes, and you beg me to continue.  Even if I wanted to, there's no way that I would stop now.  I want you to feel the ultimate...which is why I slowly press my lips to yours.  My tongue travels in small but decisive circles as your eyes roll into your head, feeling desire that has only been written about.  Orgasmic eruption, for we have reached our mountaintop of climatic exploits.  I thank you for my chocolate fix, and you simply wink and tell me "anytime" ultimate sweet tooth fix.

I don't wanna listen...

I tend to write when things are going a lil sideways.  When they are, sometimes the best solution for me is to ignore it and move forward.  That's what a lot of my life has been about...forward movement.  It's a daily struggle.  There are times when the best solution is to walk away, but I can't seem to make that move.  But when I do, I never look back.  In my wake, I have left some sour situations.  Some could have been worked out, others not so much.  And even though it hurts at the time, I am able to reflect on those moments and grow.  When you're as guarded as I am, giving can be a task all in itself.  However, I do.  However, there are 2 sides to that coin.  On the one hand, I must ultimately trust and respect you in order for me to give in.  But then, if I walk away it can make me cold.  Bitter even.  But, because I don't like to hurt loved ones, you may never know it.  This brief blog is only being written because as of this moment, I am living in a state of confusion.  And I don't like it.  This liq will only subside the distress that I am well schooled in hiding.  I don't smile much, so the average cat never knows what's going through my demented mind.  And because those who I am closest to doesn't see me on a regular, they can only speculate if there's something truly going on or am I just in one of my many moods.  I'm notorious for staying "in my lane" because I always work on things at my own pace.  At the same time, sometimes I just have a quick thought that burns my soul, and I get over it in a matter of minutes...ok, a matter of hours.  But that's mainly because I find peace in solitude.  I go to the park, or the book store, or simply take a drive to clear my head.  And when those things don't work as well as they should, I go to Best Buy or have a glass of one of my favorite spirits (you can laugh now).  When I wake up in the morning, this will be a blip on my map of life.  A rant of complete and utter nothingness.  But right now, it's soothing.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Speak easy...

If there's one thing that I know about myself, it's that I have gotten better over the years when it comes to communication.  There was a time when I thought I only needed to argue to get my point across.  Well, times have changed and so have I.  People may not agree with how I've started to deal with issues, but it works for me.  The art of silence...

Arguments usually lead to something being said that in a normal circumstance would not be said.  Sometimes, when we're hurting all we think about doing is hurting that person that has caused us pain.  I was notorious for being an asshole at the sake of hurting others.  But I see life in a much different light.  I tend to internalize issues.  In my mind, at least I'm not hurting anyone else.  And when I do decide to speak on things, I tread quietly.  Softly, if you will.  I don't wanna cause any waves, because I know what "could" happen if I do.  Just because I don't like to argue anymore doesn't mean that I won't.  It's one of those things that I now see as "corny".  Even in disagreement, people should be able to talk to each other in a rational sense.  The mind has a funny way of operating.  You may think you have things under control, but sometimes that mind of yours can drift to a place that you never knew existed.  And when it does, that's when you find out who you are.  How you handle things normally describes your character. 

I'll be the first to admit, my mind drifts quite often.  And when it does, I tend to think of the worse case scenarios.  That way I won't be surprised if it materializes.  I also do this so that when/if there ever becomes a time when things needs to be discussed, I can maintain my cool.  You'd be amazed at how much can be accomplished when you can just talk.  It's when you CAN'T talk that leads to disaster.  When I first decided that yelling was not the way, I used to have a notebook to scribe all my issues.  Those scribes turned into poems.  That was my outlet.  That IS my outlet.  When I can't talk about it, I write about it.  Since I've started this blog, I've opened up to some things that no one knew about me.  Here's another "confession"...I have thrown away more poems than I have in my collection.  The ones that are gone were only for that moment.  I write it, read it a week later, then tear it up.  If I could make you understand why I do that, I would be glad to.  All I can tell you is, it's therapeutic.  I've been asked to write for funerals, weddings, anniversaries, you name it.  And in doing so, I learned to communicate on a whole new level.  I can say the words, and I can show the actions.  They seemed to mean more when I wrote them.  In that regard, I felt like it would be better to also put my anger/rage into writing.  The writing has really opened the door to understanding that I can "talk" loud and "say" nothing.  It may be corny to you, but this is my way of working things out.