You're

Well next time you're depresed.
Remember you could be next
It really all expressed
And one day you're going to die

You live you're life repressed.
Never naked; always dressed
Take away you're masks
And let you're freak flag fly.

You're always so composed
You're always on your toes
But it's not what you chose
So live your life

It's never you're turn to dance
If you never take the chance
So hit that dance floor
And learn to jive

I am sorry

Well I am sorry

Baby, don’t you know

And it’s not the way

I wanted things to go

But I am guessing…

What I am saying.

Is going

To

Matter

In the end.

So I am sorry

Baby…let be friends

And I guess

You’re probably asking

Why?

I am apologizing

After all this time

But the reason is one

I can’t quite say

I am sorry

But that’s

Not me today

I am sorry

Even though

You and I both know…

And I don’t care about anything

That Happened

.

But you need to hear me say

What you want me to say

But I am sorry

But that not me today

.

When we fight

No dishes get thrown

When we lie,

No vows get sworn

So I am sorry

Is that what you want…

To hear?

I am sorry that I

Was not able

To concur

Your fears.

But

That’s

Something

That

You

Just

Have

To

Do

On

Your

Own.

I am sorry

Sorry

Sorry

Sorry…that you and I are both alone.

I know babe

That you think

I don’t understand

But that’s just

Your ego and avarice

Playing grand.

You think one can have

All their issues figure out.

But babe that someone

Is not you

Overcoming is

What you’re about

You have feelings

But I am sorry

I feelings too

And I am sorry

That I caught them

For you

.

I am sorry

If you heard this before

And I am sorry

That you stood

Outside my door

And I am sorry for

The lack of things we had done

But I am not really sorry

Cause the things

We did

Were fun

So I guess it just obligatory

That I say I am sorry.

My Red Headed Rose

 I never tried to understand…

The things which you have said you’ve done

Those things were yours, were yours alone

And I was just glad … you had fun

But I always stared when you left.

And wept inside thoughts of my desire

Then I would call you for days

While white thought was burned by black fire.

I think that everybody knows

The truth which you think few can see

You are my Red Headed Desert Rose.

And I just want to pluck thee.

Pluck Thee

Pluck Pluck Thee

Pluck Pluck Pluck Thee

Your petals will fall one by one.

Your essence it will see you through

You’ve only seen one side of me

Now let me see both sides of you.

Its really elementary

Like numbers and the alphabet

There are either the things you do,

Or there are the things that you regret.

You are a read-headed desert rose

And I just want to pluck thy heart

But here is the thing that I propose

You want pluck me, in your part

Pluck Pluck Pluck pluck pluck me

Pluck Pluck Pluck pluck pluck you. .

A little too young for Irony

 A Jaded people, in a jaded world
That not me, that not how I roll
Hey ho ....its easy to see.
I am a little... too young..... for irony.

Being weak can make you strong
Being scared can make you bold.
Its not courage unless your afraid.
That how the stars... are made.

First you were new...but now you know
First you were dim...but now you glow.
Cause life is just that...opposite glazed.
That how are days our made.

Experience... its all first hand
That what makes it grand
Experince it all first hand...
Have a voice...take a stance

Let your ego...go
Let your ego....know
And flow...into the sky
A transcendental butterfly.

I might be wrong,
but its the way I see
I am little too young
For irony.

You are what you dont know...
Until you know..and then you show.
Thats how... learning is made
Thats how ....the debt is payed.

Vulnerability... shows whats inside.
Ha        ...and when... there is... no place to hide.
Yourself come out and then you see
Your a little too cool with irony.

Things arent always what they seem.
Yourself can come... out of a dream.
Draw it up.... sketch it first hand
Sigil made....candles dance.

Cast a spell over a fire
Seal with blood and desire
That how... bonds are made
That how... plans persuade.

And I am a liitle.. too groovy...To,
not see the pattern ..and feel the glue.
Coincidence is synchronicity...
to the man... who can see
.
It irony... to the cynics eye,
Blind they remain....and then they die.
I belive in magic...you see
I am a little too young...for your irony.

Love is the.... opposite of fear
Let it in...let in sear.
Get consumed... by the fire
And learn to... glow ...with desire.

It hurts..this I know
You weep...now let it show
Love, love itself and see
your a little too young for irony.

When two.. becomes one
When alone ...become two...which becomes... fun
Then 3...then 4...then 5.
Then your the king...of the hive.

With love there is no me and you
With love there is no what or who
With love there is no this... and that
With love.... nothing...is a matter of fact.

With love fears... stays intact
With love.... your words... can turn... to pacts.
Love is power...in disguise
Ultimate fusion...alchemized.

Love does hurt...but dont be afraid
That how good times...are made
Good pain...can make wounded see
Its a little too late.... for irony.

Take love.... for a stand
Take love...make it grand
Take love...and share the pie
An offering...not a sacrifice

Intent is the... 4th key
After Experience, Love and Vulnerability.
I E L and V....
and two clear chocies...for all to see
.
Evil or Live
...you decide
Your intent...
...is the guide.

Things depend on.... how you see.
But we are blind .....without...intentionality.
Do what thou wilt...shall be the whole of the law.
 Intend to be...the things you sought

Intent... to be a pheonix ....and and a butterfly
Catharsis...weaponized.
A tool as strong as fire
The metal medal ...most desired

Fuck Gold.. green... and silver too
L ..I... V... E
can help you...be you
this is law of the strong....and joy of the world

Every man and every women is a star
We glow, shoots.and twinkle...and guide from afar
A coin for the sailors eye, to know his place in sea,.... land and sky.
And too, his place is among the stars....He opens the cage... and destroy the bars.

Too live well you must be...a little to Love for irony
Too be strong...let them see... your intent and vulnerability
Experience... its all first hand.....That what makes it grand
Experince it all first hand...Have a voice...take a stance

Live Live Live Live Live Live and see
That your a little too young for irony
A little too cool and groovy
you believe in magic and synchronicity

and you're a little to young... for irony
a little too swell ...for irony
A little too hip.. for irony
It not Irony...Its not Irony





 

The Situation You Put Me In...

Well I guess I was complacent.
And I guess I was the fool.
And I let you use me
like a  temporary tool.
Like a hammer and a mule.

And you simply cant imagine
The level of your sin
Yes, You simply cant imagine
 The situation you put me in.

I was coming from Gibraltar.
On my way to Jericho.
I was spreading the Holy Message
Telling people to let things go
There you came at me
Clothed yet naked
Came at me...all soul devised.
Took my soul and striped naked.
Took my heart out for a ride.

Then you left without a reason
Of to find yourself, I guess
Oh the clothes I had to put on
To appear that I was dressed.

And you simply cant imagine
The level of your sin
Yes, You simply cant imagine
 The situation you put me in.

Took you way down by the fire
Gave you heat and gave you warmth
But its ice that you desire
Being cold and being stone.

And you're down there all alone now.
You are trying to not to let in
Dont let it out....
And all about you
Cause you know
That be a sin. 

I guess you're in the same situation
Sticking out but fitting in
but you simply cant imagine
The situation you put me in.

Hulk loves Blowjobs

I might be mild like Danny Tanner
But I got a bit of ole Bruce Banner
They are two sides of me, but I dont care
Cause Hulk Loves Blowjobs
Hulk Loves Blowjobs

The Night

There are millions of people who will say
It matters not what comes er break of day.
As long as you spend the night
Besides the one(s) you love,
I am not advocating that we run away.
I am not the type who sails a ship that sways.
I just sail with the one(s) I love.
And sell my currents on the shore
Of any beachs or bitches...I desire.
But all I know
And this I know for sure
Is when you fall in love;
You just want to love more
But things get in the way
So just forget to-day
And spend your night
With one(s) you love.
Contemplate all the pearls
Of their face.
Wind round those curves
and then try and place.
Rewind you time
and try and unlace
Undress,
Dress back up
and then
try to get
Naked again.
It all depends on what you're running from.
Sometimes you dont know what you're running from
But if you know who you are running too
It brightens up your point of view
And no matter how dreary your day
You spend you nights with one(s) you love.  
 

E. V. I.

So when is "sex camp" she asked?
She being a friend...
This was before I left. Ha Ha
and sex Camp was in reference to Dark Odyssey : Fusion
Thats the name my friends...the ones I can be open with about what I do here....thats the name they came up with.
See they know me...
They know when and why and how I am open and gifted and they know how I am repressed.
Knowing me, they thought that this Fetlife thing- was a good idea, back in January when I joined.
And they thought Dark Odyssey was a good idea in June when I was going.
BUT now
But now they were asking me how WAS sex camp?
now that I had returned
and now I didn't know what to tell them....
Because I was fundamentally different now then I was .....before I went
And they smelled it on me, the way a dog smells FUCKING BACON.
See, being surrounded by the people who surrounded me, helped me become surrendered to myself. Surrounded by myself.
Thats the person I found amongst the 1200 people and their screaming orgasms...myself.
Because when you go to an event.... motivated by love.....you find the things that need love and affection.
And for me, that was myself.
Self love creates self....not the Ego kind.... but that attractive kind....the kind that makes ladies swoon.
See at camp, I wanted to tell my Real Life friends
At camp... you are surrounded by people being themselves.
Amongst Pagan Blood Rituals
Clit Washers
Cabins and Tents
and screaming orgasms
amongst Naked Hiking, Hitachi Hour, Lesbian Gang Bangs, and Kinky Court with Pizza
amongst Pole Dancing classes with some incredibly hot ladies, in a torrential downpour....
amongst the screams from the dungeons, and the looks received in the Garden of Pleasurly Statues....
amongst all these people taking their armor off....sometimes by putting on chain-mail.....
amongst all this.... you have or find the courage to just admit to being who you are.
The courage to say....... that I am..... just as weird as everyone else....and they are as odd as me.
See after 6 months at Fetlife I was finally disrobed.
Its not that I am something else...or that I was hiding something
Its that I can be myself...sometimes around strangers.
Because in the end the 3 words that I learned at Sex camp, were not
Fuck Bitch and Dick
They were
Experience
Vulnerability
and Intent
and those are 3.... of the most powerful ideas...... in the human concept.
With those ideas you can do anything....and woo anyone.
If you can show someone...anyone- your Experience, your vulnerability, and your intent...you have shown them everything....and in some way... you have told them you love them.
Experience... is who I am as a person. What I have done, What I could have the Will to do. It is the chalice of your life. Every piece of knowledge and joy comes from experience.
If you are always experiencing...then you are being present.
...and "being present" is sexy.....very sexy.
See, no matter how bad or good certain experiences are... they are the origin of all knowledge.
You dont know much about something , until you do it.
Theory ( and I am PHILOSOPHY MAJOR HERE...so this i kinda of a big thing to admit)...often means Jack shit... without experience.
Good News...for all you broken people
You already have experience, however lackluster it may seem
and, Better news
You can always get more...
unless your dead or dying. (and even then I am not sure (because I took a lot of LSD back in the day)).
You dont have to stop thinking...theories are not bad...prior knowledge gained by others is useful... but it is not experience
Experiencing : is admitting what you know/feel now
and/or what you want to know/feel in the present or the future.
How well you do rope bondage....thats experience
Do you want to be tied up...thats an experience
How well do you know rope bondage now that you have been tied up?
Aka ....Whats your experience.
There is only experience.
That is all.... from the time you are a baby to your coffin (and maybe beyond).
Because there is only the present time and place...the present....the presence of experience...and if you are present for experience that you are growing, loving and learning....you are becoming...
Life is experience. Gained in the past, Had in the present, Understood in the future.
Those books on theory are great....but life is a hideous bitch Goddess of experiences and moments.
So how you do get experience?
How do you build that cosmic resume up a bit....from simply the things you already know & the experiences you have already had?
Well
Experience = Vulnerability and Intent
See... experience is what you know or what you learn....
and
Vulnerability.... is the power to admit to what you dont know or what you have not experienced. It is the power to love yourself for your flaws.....
And
Intent....is the power to do something or nothing in light of your experience and vulnerabilities.
If you can be Vulnerable enough to admit to Experience...to new experience.....then you can use intent to personalize that experience.
Vulnerability is also the power to admit that
While I may be sexual liberated on one level I am not equally as liberated on another.....because only after I have admitted that...only now
Only now... can I have the experience that I want, with the Intent that I want.
See now i can learn things I didn't have the power to learn before....
and all it took was the Vulnerability to admit that I never did it
and the intent to do it anyway
first times the charm right?
Feel
Breath
Again
Repeat over and over and over
Feel Feel Feel
Never EVER stop Feeling
Never Again.
Death before Surrender
becasue only by Feeling are we living anyway
Feel...think...be
Be Vulnerable...always
Be guarded.. if you need to be...but Vulnerable
and have Intent
Intent is that part of you..... that broadcasts.
Intent is your voice in a cosmic choir.
Intent is everything. Intent is what separates experiences you forget from experiences you remember.
It doesn't always have to be your intent...but you have to intend to be vulnerable enough to follow (if you want) the intentions of others...
Intent is the most magical secret thing there is
Because the scariest part of the magic of intent...is that IT IS REAL
100% of the time.
Nature Lover Courage - Terrance Mckenna used to say
and right he is...
becasue the world can provide you for any challenge if you show nature you intend to face it.
So it comes to E V I
The culmination of Experience had or desired, Vulnerability and Intent.
how do I explain E V I to them ?
For Now...maybe this
This right here.... will Suffice?

We Shared

We shared a meeting
We shared a glance
We shared the bravery- to take a chance
We shared a date
We shared a time
We shared a blunt
I wish we had shared some wine
We shared a nervous apprehensive stance
We shared being caught up, in cicrumstance
We shared ourselves in front of a group
We shared so much, we didn't try to scoop.
We shared Three nights, we shared Three days
We shared being caught up- in a daze
We shared the knowledge, that it does not matter how
Or "how many times?"
Or "why now"
We shared some blood over fire
I buried my old self
Upon the funeral pyre
And like a Pheonix
We rose from those graves
We shared ourselves in too many ways
We shared with people we never knew
We shared all of a sudden
And out of the blue
We shared a language
And we shared a tongue
We shared a song...that I had never sung
We shared old gods...and threw away the New
We shared some smiles
We shared quite a few
We shared a fall,
We shared a hit,
We shared the knowledge- that there is an "it"
And then you left....

But it still matters
We shared ourselves in way too many manners
We shared a kiss
We shared a goodbye
But Goodbyes like that
Will never make my cry

We shared the knowledge.... that when you share
It comes to the point
That you no longer care
What you share, and with whom
Because sharing things
Is how you...
Discover...
You

Yo Father G

Father G I had a dream about you last night.
You were the Easter bunny, dressed in a Orthodox Uniform,
Shouting spring had come, winter had passed; 
and handing out more Faberge eggs then I could count. 
We were all there. 
I dont believe you can read FB statuses after your dead....but I gotta say 
Contacting you via FB 
Is a little more Orthodox (get it?), 
then coming at me as an Easter Bunny with a cloak and a beard. 
RIP Father G. 
I hope you took those eggs with you. 
We didn't need them.
 Someone once told me craziness is 
When you believe your own hallucinations are real, 
And religion is when you believe the hallucinations of others, 
Well you my friend mixed oil and water. 
You gave the people an ideal to strive towards. 
They will race behind you. They will stumble, they will fall. 
But in time, they will join you in the sun. 
In time you will help them accomplish wonders.

Lorraine

We are the div"I"ne.
Lost in Time.
Forever bound with mortal twine.
But Freedom, is just but, an eye-blink away.
Wake up and feel the embers of the shores.
As they wash upon your soul and -Say-,
they do upon the whispers of the wind.
Retwine and rewind back to the div"I"ne.
Unleash, undress, unwind and let your ego.... go
To the places that it and you do not know.
Where angels are more but mere concepts with wings.
And words are but the wisdom,
That to harbor, a ship brings.
And sings and sangs and sails and praises all aloud,
is that which the rain clouds........ sends away.
In winter, you can have a sunny day.
But first, rejoice and give big voice for that which you.... have
Not that what you....do not.
And let fear, fall vagrant to the ground, like old dry skin.
A serphant you must be, decline and shed the layer of the odlest thee.
And hear the trupmets sore all about
As all the mighty and devout
discover what they have been all along.
And meet the God that sought for "o so" long.
And then, it would not be so blasfamous to say....Upon that day....
That "I am God."
As long as you also relay
That so is God, all and who about.
Me, her and you and it are part of the div"I"ne ,and the devout.
But we the "I", see but too much
and DINE that I
Till it is
("I") "V" 's ("D""i""n""e")
and we fall into the consumption of ourselves.
But Rain and Sunshine both are the dev"Ine
And so is every breath
Once you discover that truth to depth.

Anericka

America The Beuatiful
America The Wise
Help My Fallen Brothers
Rise