Humans and Fate

Chances taken, chances missed, deplorable conditions, heavenly bliss,
Calculate odds or close your eyes, do the math or make up lies.

To each their own, and we all do; carrying on some weird voodoo,
Deciding fate, who do we think we are? Stay near or drift too far.

Who calls today? Raging romance or heart-ache?
THROW IT ALL AWAY, STAY IN LINE, DRIFT ABOUT, TIME-AFTER-TIME!

IT’S YOURS, IT’S MINE, IT’S METED OUT, TIME-AFTER-TIME!

…all is quiet, mother nature subdued, calm is nice, for a moment or two,…

Then back to reality and we are in check, hiding in closets,

Oh, what the heck.

Going Green

The Knights had been on the trail for the King, searching the countryside for worthy squires to induct into sevice. The day had been hot and humid, and the quest had ended in vain this day. They sought refreshment and amusement, so the nearby village was accessed at past dusk.

The senior Knights selected the seedy sailor haunt, a rambunctious large establishment, well known in the area for its scurilous offerings. The junior Knight still had the exuberation of chivalry running through his veins; he bid them luck and strolled down a side-lane to a quiet inn he had been informed of to rest quietly and contemplate on the day’s activities.

Along the way, and just outside a small tavern, a young lady runs up and grabs his hands, standing directly in front of him.

“You are such an uppity Knight, aren’t you?!”, she smirked in his face.

He was quite taken aback and blinked in confusion. “Why would you say a thing such as that, m’lady?”

“I said ‘hello’ and you just kept walking and ignoring me!”

It was during her explanation that he became infatuated. How things happen so suddenely is such a mystery. All he saw was her most amazing, exotic green eyes, such as he had never seen before. Her lips were like a work of art. Her skin was smooth and tan, and her sandy brown hair, although short and unkempt, seemed to accent it all into a complete, arrousing package, put together only for him.

He swallowed and shook his head, “Please believe this Knight, m’lady, that if I had heard your call, I would surely have attended to it immediately.” He nodded a bow and lifted her hands, kissing them, taking full advantage of his superior status.

She watched him with her wild bemused eyes and then nodded. “Very well, good serving Knight, then you shall do your duty and accompany me in there.” She gestured with her head to the tavern behind her. “You wouldn’t let a princess go unescorted and unguarded?” Her green eyes slid to his face, scouring it for clues.

He slowly nodded and took her hand, pulling it into his arm and stepped with her to the doorway. After they entered, they both paused and he looked about. There were several inside, all looking like hardened criminals. Drink glasses and liquor bottles were everywhere. He felt every set of eyes on him for a long pause before the patrons went back to their own affairs.

She leaned up and kissed under his chin suddenly, gripping the front of his shirt to pull his face down lower to her short stature. “Pay attention to me, good Knight.” She giggled and pulled him to the bar. With a hop, she sat on the counter, looking to him as he stood next to her. Without a look at the tender, she ordered him an ale. “You will drink and talk to me, won’t you?” Her greenish hues seemed to captivate him to nod, which he did. A mug was set in front of him and she picked it up, tasting it first, then giggling again, she put the rim to his lips and held the back of his head as she tilted up the container, causing him to take several long swallows. He made a face at first, having never partook of such a sin.

Her eyes glowed at him as she pulled down the cup, and spoke low in a whisper, “That’s my good Knight. Oh, am I to have fun with you this eve. You know that already, yes?” She lifted his chin with a couple of fingertips, challenging his eyes.

He met her gaze but then averted his look to the side. She smiled at his blush. She followed it up, “I asked you a question; you could be so kind as to answer it.”

His eyes met hers and he nodded, the pads of her fingers still under his chin, and with a whisper, “I know, m’lady.”

A satisfied smile claimed her comely mouth; she leaned forward, her lips touched his ear. Her breath was hot and she blew into his ear softly. He closed his eyes and saw flashes. She scooted near, grinding her body against his like some snake constricting its prey. Her arm reached around his back, hand closing on his shoulder, her soft fingertips gliding across his neck. He basked in all the new feelings.

A feint clicking sound came to his ears, and his eyes opened. She tugged on the slave collar she had just put into place on him. “You’re mine now, good Knight.”

He growled low. “I am no such a thing! I belong to the King’s service alone, and you will remove this or I shall, and at any rate, I shall put you in irons and bring you to justice for your crime.” His eyes challenged hers.

She shrugged as she smiled at him. “Well, I will not remove it. So, go ahead, good Knight. Reach up and take it off; I am ready for my punishment.”

After a moment a confused look came to his face. She tilted her head as her lower lip pouted to him. “Oh, you cannot move, can you?” She straightens up and nods. “Oh, I remember. After I tasted your drink, I put something in it to cause your paralysis.” She shakes her head now. “That is really too bad.”

Her slinky arms reach around his head and cuddles him close, his face to her small bosom. With her palms on each side of his head, she angles his face up close to hers and whispers, “Look into my eyes?”

Instead, he clenches them shut and she smirks at the episode. “Now that isn’t very nice, good Knight.”

She pulls her heels up onto the bar and tugs his head between her bent knees. Her fingertips move to his eyelids and she begins to pry them open carefully.

“No! Stop this!”, he exclaims to her.

“Not on…your life, good Knight.”, her whisper spoken as she moves her eyes close to his.

She stares into his eyes. He glances everywhere but straight ahead, but slowly, he feels his vision turning towards center. As his eyes finally meet hers, he feels his gaze locked, as if there were an iron rod holding them in line. She passed into him through his sight, and an ancient, dark magic begins its work.

Tingles and pains set throughout his body, he shivers in pain and fright and horror. Images from his memory flood before him. He teeters between conciousness and unconsciousness, and reality becomes impossible to detect. As she lets him go and eases back, she seems to him surrounded by a soft filter, and he felt as if he has loved her forever, that he would do anything she ever wanted, and so much more, without limitation. He was at a loss for words and only stared.

She lowered her head to his, turning her face sideways to his, and kissed him slow, and gently on the lips. “What’s the name of my slave?”

He stammered as he spoke, low and sheepishly.

“M..”

“Monzar.”

Fingertips, Don’t Tread on Me

Touching my shoulder, a soft gliding down my arm, and shivers erupt,
My skin tingles, as the fingertips draw back up.

This time, they flow down my back,
What can I do? My body reacts,

I exhale, and my heart begins to race,
As they search around my waist, pausing to make a hip trace,

I explode inside, my head turns each way, slow,
Caught in the rapture, of a magic show,

My teeth bite my low lip, and I promise not to moan,
Even if I don’t, the expression shown,

I melt to the attention, rolling on my thigh,
My eyes squint shut, surely I will die,

If one more thing, happens to me,
Please, please, stop touching sensually,

I can’t even breathe, I can’t relax,
I’m all worked up,

Believe me,

I can’t relax.

The Magic Mushroom Trip

Surfer riding low, seeks up high, spiraling up, to meet the sky,
Blue fades to black, streaks shoot past, flying through space, into the vast,

Desert so dry, sand sifts through, brown-skinned fingers, to barren tan hue,
Alligators scurry, into water, the bayou quietens, the day grows hotter,

Clumps of snowflakes, stick to grass, the buffalo herd, and let it pass,
The count two balls, two strikes now, the batter connects, with resounding pow,

Angels on harps, sing about Love, to searcher’s ears, on wings of dove,
A man leaps off, towering facade, parachute opening, from backpack mod,

Landing in a tarpit, the dinosaur wails, teradactyl overhead, chittering as it sails,
Into the cavern, pirates hide their gold, threatening dead men, can’t be bold,

I’ve told a lot, this is true, but haven’t mentioned, Trolls or Dungaroo,
Witches, Astronauts, Ghosts or Drugs; Painting, Movies or Flying Rugs,

Should mention Dreams, but leave til later; Already mentioned, an alligator,
If you wanted, to spend time with me, come sit under, the Magic Tree.

Goddess’ Magic

Termendous and powerful, unwielding, your aspect has upon me,
A conflagration deep inside, churning, burning; surely you see.

It makes me powerless to your will, heart overkill, and it beats strong for you,
Rampant in its might, turning opposite of flight, to ajoin with the view.

As I drink them in, the charms manifest and mesmerize in sensual form,
Feminimity aglow, I wait in the wings, wishing to be called and perform.

My twinkling eyes take all in, my senses arrouse, and at command I am behaved,
And seeing goddess’ magic, her shackles and chains, hope to be enslaved.

First Grade Reader: Version 3.2.7

Jane was terribly upset. Dick was supposed to have picked her up at 8:30 and it was already past 9.

“Grr! Men! Why can’t they be prompt?”, she thought.

She sighed and spoke low to herself as she eyed the back of her hand, “And I paid a lot to get my nails done, too; like he would notice.”

As she waited by the curb, a small dog barked at her through the home’s picture window.

“Oh, Spot…I will be back to play with you later tonight!”

A late-model SUV pulls up and screeches to a halt. The passenger-side automatic window rolls down next to her.

“Get in, baby.”, Dick said, smiling.

“You could have at least opened the door for me.”, she flung the door open. “DICK! Aren’t you going to move all these soda cups in the seat?! You are no gentleman and you are such a pig.”

As they drove to the movie, Dick veers off the main road to take a shortcut. The vehicle comes to a sudden halt, and Jane leans quickly to Dick’s arm, clutching it. “Dick, what IS that thing in the middle of the road?!”

Dick’s mouth was open in wonder, as well, but he began to study what was in front of them, and he started to speak slowly to her in reply…

“Well, Jane, it appears to be…a ball.”

“What kind of ball, Dick?”

“A red ball, Jane.”

“What’s the red ball doing, Dick?”

“I see the red ball, Jane. I see it rolling.”

“What else, Dick, what else? Help me understand!”

“See the red ball. See the rolling red ball. See the red ball rolling…TOWARDS US!”

The SUV backs up and speeds away in the other direction.

The Translucent Coin

With obvious flair and tranquil stead, gait of a gentleman, footsteps led,

To the girl at the station, the ticket-tending lass, the one that no male head, had yet to pass.

HE walks with a reason, a dedicated purpose, needing passage, business or lust?

‘One to the harbor’, his smile made her smile, nothing had worked on her, in quite awhile.

The flat coin pressed into her warm palm, his other hand lifting hers, to accept it without qualm.

‘Flirting with me; my lucky day’, thought the captivating, captivated lass, her eyes at play.

Finally payment accepted, turning to put it aside, she faced back to him, wondering how he decides,

To finish this game of heart-to-heart, what he would do and say, to inact a restart.

But waviness covered her eyes, his image distorted, artfully cannibalized,

So much she had to sit, leaning against the stall, breath shallow, she needed to call.

She felt herself picked up, in arms, and being carried away,

‘Flirting with me; my lucky day’

Thought Monzar von Hellsman, Vampire, carrying her away.

Secret Angel of the Oracle

It was hard going up the rocky slope, but most of the larger boulders had been cleared away by those who travelled it. As my ankles twisted on the rubble, the criss-crossed, rawhide sandal straps dug into my low calf. I merely smiled and kept on my way. You see, I had a motivating reason for making this trek nearly every day.

As I neared the summit, the smooth doric columns seemed to illuminate the entrance into the hallowed shrine. I approached them with bowed head, fearing disrespect might prove to keep what I wanted most dear in my life from materializing.

The water of the pool was tranquil. The surface reflected the surroundings perfectly in magnificient high relief. I dared not touch the liquid, but carefully leaned over and began to gaze into it. At first, like always, no depth could be seen, but only the masonry about me mirrored on the top.

But then, the pigments shifted and bled away. I sat on the edge of the oracle, frozen, staring down into it, and into the glowing face of the most beautiful, captivating angel. And then she disappeared.

My shoulders did not slump, but instead, they felt soft hands sliding over them from behind. I smiled and nodded and was content; my Love was with me again.

Day One

Oh, so here it is, the beginning of this thing,
The odds are against me but ready to give it a wing!

I’m PUMPED, EXCITED, OTHERWISE DELIGHTED, to actually begin!
What’s first? Oh, rules. Let me set some rules and then…

WE’RE OFF! Okay, this will be no sweat, I am STOKED, I say!
Hm, it’s kind of boring because I see no results today.

That’s okay, tomorrow’s another day, and it will certainly be…
HARDER! ALREADY?! Geez, this sucks gravy!

“With a shake of his head, our Hero remains in the race.”
“Though he whimpers, to drop out so soon would mean disgrace.”

Shut up, Voice in My Head; I already feel dead.
How can I face tomorrow, so filled with dread?

But I must, and I SHALL! This is no time for chicken fowl.
Oh, nice rhyme, Einstein.

(It’s the best I could do with this incoherent brew. Sorryyyy.)
Back on track, past day two, hating the worldly.

AGONIZING! Every minute of Time!
So tired and miserable, can’t even rhyme.

*Struggle* *Fight* *Slump & Regain*
WAKE UP, ROCKY!! TIME TO RETRAIN!

Oh, Man.
Wake me when it’s over.

You’re Just a Stack of Pancakes (The Meaning of Life)

Soggy and soaked, like coffee on buttered toast, that’s how I was left,
All alone, no one at home, but once in a Blue Moon and then no attention.

It all began when my parents ran, together; they were in Love.
Fool-hearty and playful, then things got heated, you know, utensil stuff.

Their lust that day ended up in the batter that would later become me,
The labor wasn’t long, just a few minutes at a time in the hot oil, you see.

I was paid attention to, lavished, buttered and covered with a fine Maple.
I was tasted and nibbled, but never devoured like I was cool.

Now I feel used, because I was; left alone on a plate on the kitchen counter.
Just some flash-in-the-pan, fanciful whim to a breakfast announcer.

There’s no wine, no candlelight for my concern,
I feel dirty, and yet…yet I yearn…

For God’s Sake, I’m just a Stack of Pancakes, just like you.
Someone eat me already.