Nature's Presence..........a CRC Challenge #54

Birds flying high
...
pretty blue sky
Natures presents/presence
so beautiful to the eye


Look...here comes the Sun
A new day has begun


It's alright as morning joins
...
ascending outwards
upwards

backwards
as my mental recollects tendrils of memories

of when there was an insurgency of we
....
an importunate action,
a compression of thinking,
open resistance,
fists raised
....
wanna...gonna...fight, fight, fight
for what we feel is right

It's alright if I still feel vibes enshrouding me,
visions of fingers decorating awaiting skin..
seeing we
...you and me...
loving
again and again
turning thinking from out....to within
Intimate intentions covering you,
enticed bodies barely breathing, yet so alive
when we touch
It's alright...but never too much
if you touch me...with tenderness,
touch me with love,
touch me with.....sigh
touch me with honor
take my will to heights unbeknown to me
and blessed from the One above
Baptize me....in sanctified love,
fill me with your spirit...completely
Breathe into me bonded adoration
and trusted faithfulness
Make me know
that what exists has always been
few words we speak because.....none needed
We just catch up
emotionally

It only takes one look from behind quiet eyes
to define the contents of your mind,
and to decide why we try to hide
from feelings our bodies undeviating-ly provide
So thick is the air between us
when we meet
that it only takes a cough to bring us back
to reality
It's alright though
It's like willing the moment to occur
amid seconds and minutes we waited within
 for this destiny to begin

As time drags old emotions back
I have to ask
....
as the flicker turns to a flame...
were they really old timbers
of feelings hidden deep
or some potential quantum leap

that we now call by name








jakuper (10/31/11)

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Infinitely......a Wordfix@

"So what's wrong with you, now.  Why bring me out here?"



























 Because.......I need to tell you
I love you
.......freely........
and

...............infinitely


I see wonder...in everything about you

Estrangement has taken it's toll on me



Since love is the issue 'we' can't talk about

I decided...




we should say our goodbyes


right here....







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You Lying.....A Kae's FIAF #50

You know.....a few drinks ago...
if you told me that a voice, from across country,
could infiltrate my mind with erotic thoughts and sexy images,
and plant the seed of passion soooo deep, mentally,
that it wett my imagination,
pe-ne-tra-ting my being 
to the point I thought he was here.....
I'd say

you lyyyying!









jakuper (10/29/11)

Silhouettes..........A Roggys MIC #35

You know something, you didn't fail me....

I failed you

I couldn't hug you enough,
love you enough,
be with you enough,
and show you the real stuff,
enough to make you stay.
Maybe I didn't show you enough real love
inside all I tried to convey.
Maybe I spent too much time trying to be an oracle
and drying your tears away.
I shoulda realized you just needed a friend
to listen to how you spent your day

Maybe...just maybe
I didn't show you that I came not to visit
but....to stay

My un-modern mind is in complete disarray
As rainbows are promised to burst out after a storm
 trapping all the colors of life
in silhouettes of implied loveliness.....
they remind me of me
in a more apocalyptic solitude,
always trying to save the world....and forgetting
that the importance of being made to feel beautiful
lies inside

as well as outside










jakuper (10/27/11)

Another Double..........CRC challenge #53

"Welcome Benton"

'Hmmmm, Hello.  (looking up at the ceiling, squinting his eyes, and looking around the place) I think I'm gonna like it here. '

"Good to see you again.  Welcome to our neck of the woods."  

'Hey, what's up with you these days?' he asked, as he rounded the corner to his room.  I wondered what kind of suspense awaited him in his new position as Detective.  It seems Captain Logan pretty much guaranteed he would find this area very interesting, to say the least.

　

Opening the door to his office, the desk was the first thing that caught his eye.  'Much smaller than my last one' he muttered.   He dropped his attache case on it, and went around to sit down.   

*................................I sure did wanna pull the seat from under him...but not yet..................................

His fingers first tapped the phone, then he picked it up to dial a number....but put it back down. 'She can get all the details later on when we go out to dinner; I need to get started' he said to me, as he looked up at me over the top of his glasses.  

"I'll leave you to your work.   If there's anything you need, just ring me.  Oh, the Captain said to remind you of the meeting with him for lunch."

 'Oh yes, I get to take a statement from a suspect they picked up last night in gas station holdup & murder right at the county line.  Well then, I guess my day is started.  I will be there, thanks.' he replied.

　

*......................................Lunchtime already.  Seems like the crooks are getting smarter and smarted these days.  Not knowing that you are too, and you will eventually we will get them..............................


'WHO SAID THAT??????  Who's there?  Logan, is that you?  Logan!  Logan!!'  Hurriedly, he put his papers on his desk, and grabbed his keys.  Out the door he shuffled.  lol


*....................................................now by now you might need to know...I am Henry, born in 1903, in Glenwood Springs.  My girl and I came here one weekend after meeting at an all day ski trip in Aspen.  We spent the night in the same room Detective Benton is in, and let me say, he is in for the time of his life.  I promise you.   Let's just say my girl and I will see to it that he never forgets us, and
...and...and we we just love company.  lol lol lol...................ok where was I....and..and I always wanted to be a reporter, so I will be telling this story...thaaank youuuu.........................


 Out to get a bite to eat he went, when a couple of other dudes, detectives I'd say... asked where  they were going to eat.  He said just down the street to the sports bar.  They joined him

*...............................the more, the merrier, I says, as I follows them..........................................

Once inside, they gets seats at the bar.   Ordered beers, and grabbed the basket of peanuts. The place was crazy busy, as they looked around for menus & a waitress.  

*...................................................The TV was right over my head, with the midday news blasting.  It was my time to start the party.  Let's see....all I gots to do is create a murder that is very unsettling to neighbors on the West side.  I nods my head and the channel turns without notice.  I turns the volume up reeeal loud.   I was sure when they heard about that.....we's getting it in gear.  (My mind run all the way back to when me and Carlie had too much to drink and the bar was so full that we really couldn't tell who pinched her on the behind, so me, being all defensive, struck out at the first dude next to her.  He turned around, and hit me in the nose..knocked me out.  Well I wasn't happy about that, so went home, got my shotgun, came back and I shot him through the window.  People went to ducking and scrambling about and I ran back to my room to tell Carol let's go.  Well...I never made it out of there.  Neither did Carol.  And neither did many a bounty hunter that night.  Seems it was a full moon and about ten of us died that night.).......................................................................................changing the channel...........................　



[We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring to you this message from the Colorado State Police Dept.  We advise you to secure your homes, because we were sent a notice, which we will read shortly from a suspect in the double homicide committed here last week.  Do not open your doors to strangers, and make sure to leave no child unattended.  he is presumed very dangerous, and very unstable.   here is  the statement left behind in the room of the suspect.......


Blood dripped from her fingers... plop.. plop.. plop... tiny drops that made little trails down the the side of her face.   I didn't realize I had it in me, but there she was... deader than a doorknob on a out-of-date buc-barn.  The first time I cut some-body's throat.   I'll have to remember to watch out for the blood when it squirts out next time.   Blood on my hands is not a good thing.   It is funny though......I thought I'd feel different after cuttin' someone.   It's overrated at best.     I'll stick to usin' my hands... unless I need a change of pace.    Didn't even take a lot of strength.   Grabbed her chin, one quick slice, and it was done. nothing to it at all.  The gash where her neck used to meet her collarbone looked really interestin', actually.   It really does look like a smiley face.   I killed before, but usually with little time to check out the scene.   I like looking into their eyes just as the life dims for them.    I  inhale real deep when their life light went out.....like swallowin' their soul.  That's what I like to call it:.... life light.    Once the life light goes out, you know nobody's ever comin' home again.

*............................................I know what you're thinkin'.......I must be a sicko, talking about killin' folks so nonchalantly.  My parents must have abused me or I didn't quite fit in as a kid. HaHaHa!   You have no idea.  Maybe I should tell you a little bit about me.  It all began in the East side neighborhood park..............Uh, uh, uh!    On second thought, meet me in Room 123...and you will find me


'Waiter, a double, please.  What the hell have I gotten myself into?  First, I'm hearing people talking back to me, then the TV changes channels on it's own, now a killer is inviting me to his room to turn himself in.  Waiter, another double.




The waiter walked over to him with the drink in his hand, handed it to Benton.  All of a sudden the drink was dripping down Benton's face, and he was choking.  He wiped his glasses off with his shirt, dropped a 20 on the table and ran out the door......




...................now it's Halloween time, for sure.  hahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa!!............

Knock, Knock........A Word Fix @56 Write

"Knock, knock, old man" says muh neighbor, as I woke one day and realized...I musta been sleeping while cooking, cause smoke was coming outta the kitchen.   My eggs burnt up and he came and checked on me.   Guess you could say he saved my life.

Gonna be hard looking across the lawn...and he ain't there..........

Logic...............a Kae's-FIAF #59 Write

He said 'Music' made him do this
He said It 'is a friend of labor
for it lightens the task by refreshing the nerves and spirit of the worker.'  
I tried to blend myself into the mind of his logic but right now
what I want
is too far from logic to stabilize me








jakuper (10/24/11)

Absolution.......A Roggy's MPC #34

It's bedtime.  Time to face my love...time to try to win amnesty for my rend-ed heart after another fight filled with jagged words, anger, and dread  

Music plays softly on the bedside radio.  Crisp sounds of my birthday gift, a brand new Bose, fill the room, which is flavored with the flicker of the marquee outside the window.   Something in the blinking shadows eggs on my need to say I'm sorry, for peace sake.  Jealousy cages me; it holds no edification here, not now, when I've listened to the wrong advice, once again, and now have to heed the intervention from my own head, and heart.  It's just that flashbacks, in haunting perfectibility, skated across my mental plane, indulging remembrances of my own escapades of  unchaste behavior.  I saw the signs, the environment, and the opportunity, and I assumed Karma was paying me a visit.   I was wrong, and once again...I'm to blame.  I sentence myself to punishment, but I admit to being shamelessly enslaved in his charms, not wanting anyone else in his arms but me.  Even when he was seldom home in the evenings, when we had more time for each other, he made it home later....and later ....and later.  His friends, working overtime, and cleaning that car seemed more important than me.

Here I lay in our domain...here...in our private empire, our cave of ravaging rapture where we reared  raunchy rouses, and too few memories I can recall.  He was all I needed...his love soaked through me like a phenomena.  I didn't know if I wanted to go....or come [and I so loved coming with him].  

Sinking back into my side of the bed, sighing, I prepared myself to eat crow.  

As always.....I'm prepared to let him be the mediator.  Pride...deactivate.  Mistrust...escape.  For between winning and losing arguments, and by me being humble, and submissive, and waiting...and in chase, he made me believe that I was the only one who could make him treat a lady like a lady, and not a slave.  The heart is free to love, and when one is married, there should be no reason to ferret out anything else to satisfy any intimate inclinations that might arise.   I should be enough...I should make myself enough.  I should not plan on literally having to chase forgiveness all around the room.  (deep sighing)

Something inside of me....is nervously afraid (not looking for another argument, to start with).  
Laying still.....wishing there was an end to this night.  Waiting..anticipating...impatiently praying for tomorrow morning to come.  

Then I feel his presence in the house, as I always do, when he comes home.  The refrigerator door closes.  A fidgety, conciliatory fire begins to burn deep down inside as the marquee flashes and I hear him moving about.  My heartbeats almost match the light, dark, light, dark, light....and darkness enveloping me.  Soon enough, I hear the shower turn off, more doors to the medicine cabinet shutting....a cough....steps.....stopping.....walking.....stopping......and then....walking down the hall.  Closer.  Closer......closer.  Turning the doorknob....opening the bedroom door, entering the room.  I almost faint with disquietude.  I began counting the number of steps it takes for him to get to the bed

1...2
3...4...5
6....7....8...9....
10
11...12...13
......
14

Fourteen steps later.... my heart is listening very attentively for any and every motion.  My body tensing up.  Easily embarrassed it is...at it's crying out for attention.  I crave absolution....needing for him to see past my jealous heart to my adoration....my submissiveness...my retention.....my voracity and zing in my zeal to feel him inside of me.....just as I feel imprisoned.....but a more welcome fate my heart hinges on.....









jakuper (10/20/11)

I'm Here, For You............ A SP Exercize(The Heart)

"If the Beautiful One is not inside you,
then what is that light
hidden under your cloak?"

Rumi


as long as you feel me
you are not alone
I'm here
Enjoying the endearment
and the friendly semi-silence of peace

Simplicity.
Rhythm.
Serenity.
Friendship.
Broken open miracles forming in the ticker
each day
Dream on passionate warrior
....
I will help you get away
There is much love for you..
after the fires of argumentative outcome
......
for I sit by the fire
and won't let you be consumed
in disparity

You found me here
...
a vascular organ of generation
beating faithfully
but I've been here all the time
looking for you,
living for you,
learning of you,
discerning the good for you
....
painting on feathered strings of hope
after every storm sent to you

You act like I'd leave you
....
but I wouldn't do that
In the agony of remorse
and regret
loneliness, apathy,
and upset
I got you
I will see you through
to.....a new dawn
a new run
......
stable beats
after joy, love, and peace
lose their seat
No one can defeat the fruit of you
....
but you

Stop beating yourself up;
stop beating me up

slow down

everyone is connected
to everything
Don't fool yourself
...
you can't forget....because I won't let you
What you learned will help you
Never let bitterness overstep you
.....
you can forgive

and you can live

Every single thing
in our universe moves
by the beat of me
pushing it to be
because I will it
so you can be free
......
under the same sky

Don't wonder why I seem
so easy to break,
turnabout is fair play
for when this happens
...
it only means the universe got some battle
for the bosom of everyone
and unless I step up to the plate
we get to fight all the faceless monsters
full-metal kick,
the forgotten veteran way,
Up Up and you know the rest
.....
another day

another test









jakuper (10/19/11)

Candy Love.........A CRC#52 Challenge

As selfishness and complaint pervert the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision."
~~Helen Keller~~


.....
that I once deemed love
as my weakness, my Achilles heel,
the key to my [junior]mint of love,
my [almond]joy, my [nutrageous]ecstacy
and my sweet tooth fulfilled...
by the trace of the [turtle]footprints
leading to my heart, and by the whatchamacallits
that gave my kit kat good & plenty paydays
(chuckles)
I'll have you know.......now I know....
I had no taste at all

Is there no more competition out here...
no more [3]musketeers, or baby[Ruths], or butter fingers
or airhead squeals that promise to bust the speakers of my ticker?
The resilient me who once had everything to fear
snickers...for I have nothing to fear
even as much as I loved the romance...the [hershey]kisses
the foreplay....the fun
...the simple pleasures in surprises,
touches....

is my timing so imperfect twixt life and love
that to attempt to snatch love
from the [nestle]crunch of winds whispering by
just to savor and enjoy it....all that matters?
Are days and hours of not being desirous to the almost extinct palate
of fastbreaks to starbursts and milky ways
the way of nerds?
If you say so...I say "ripit...ripit
ripit"

For these [pay]days now....
as doves treasure the little moments
of having fun encoded in [chocolate]drops
dare we not make our existence so imprisoned
by love lost or just not around
that passion for one moment should stop
I say let's make mounds of love
and when the loving is sour[patch]
let us even the score(skor)

' hands off the candy
and nobody gets hurt !!'







jakuper (10/17/11)

Zombie-fied.......A FIAF Kae's Challenge #58

Zombie-fied....

how bout just tired....
of you taking us both for a ride
Marriage you'll never see

Your therapist wanna help me
but little does she know,
she'll be dancing with the devil

.......sleep with one eye open
I'll teach you to keep saying....you're crazy
you ain't seen loco....
HAAA

let the Exorcism begin!

jakuper (10/15/11)

Anything For You.......A Word Fix@56 Challenge

At this moment -
I'll do anything for you
You want me to be your wings....let's fly
I'm so fancy...too cute for this I know,
but the thought of doing this cursed dance
out here....is borderline insanity
but....what the.....helllll

through the shadows of the window
a figure appears

"Joyce, you in there?"

Unveiling Vulnerability.......A Roggy MPC #33

*Also a SP Challenge







love....of all kinds
just like sand.....in my hands
held with no care.....it is stagnant
squeezed too tight.....we got a fight
wrong or right...it slips away
but let loose
it can grow


Somewhere between
Heaven and hell
the spirit lingers
and dwells
dancing between wrong
and right
complacency and flight
Should I stay
or should I go?
Should I make peace
or relent to another senseless fight?
One twist of fate
and one of us won't be home tonight....
our lives changing
fate unveiling a pain
that could last
.....forever

I would miss you
and I'd never forget you
I love you because you had no problem
being you
You are true in all you go through
and for that, I admire you
I would valiantly fight for you
as hard as you fight for you
because inside out...I am you
But, am I helping you
by holding you too close?
Mentally facing the eerie refrain of reality
'what if I never see you again...'
I just keep forgetting
that life has it's own course
How long we stay, or when it's time to go
....none of us know


For now I sit
resting in the shadows,
in the calmness of the eve
One call....and rescuers rushing to the scene
Regretting tragic news....no one wants to receive
At that moment.......nothing else matters
"I would miss you"
....a most helpless refrain

Today....I am forced
to take stock
and reveal the impact...and attack
loss has on my heart
Time spent together,
things you used to say
expecting you to always be here
or somewhere near
Sharing with you,
caring for you
even though I can't be with you
The similarities...the differences,
the ups..the downs
the plentiful smiles
the un-netted frowns
now....they all seem so small
compared to the fate
that waits
down the hall









jakuper (10/14/11)

Butterflies.........a CRC Challenge # 51

"The butterflies we share
......
after the howling wind
ceased to deafen us
and the thunder lost its strength
to break through the night sky,
i dreamt of our kiss…
i saw our embrace…
your lips were so close to my ear
that i could hear the song
of all that you struggle to say.

i heard you

I hear you"
~JB Honeypot~



sigh


Star light, star bright
i wish i may, I wish I might
have this wish...I dream tonight



that we had the chance I think we could have
and do it right



don't turn around
.....
don't be afraid

[that's them]
we're both free now
neither of us has a retainer on where we can go
so what if I'm walking alone
and they're together now
walking through places we've been together

so what if the flickering lights make me remember smells,
laughter, touches, choices
.....voices.....
haunting me

I knew it
....
there was just something about tonight
that escaped the passage of time..it was gonna happen
whether i wanted it to...or not

Only my journal is missing right about now...
as my witness
as my battleground
to pound the truth
that i'm banished to face
I knew it would happen like this
I just didn't expect
it to burn like Mace

That I'd be the one
literally photographing this moment
in my heart, spirit, and soul
Now, I'm fixing the power of intention
so it won't jade me
and make my future.forecast cold


maybe they'll keep walking past me
my last wish for peace...i could use it
but i just know
....
 if she says two words
 
I will lose it







JBHoneypot & jakuper (10/11/11)
 

Reminiscing..........Kae's FIAF Challenge #56

If I had my druthers we'd be right here
preaching to the choir
reminiscing in echoes of endemic laughter
undressing the past supposed to be spent
 peacefully strolling past log cabins,
 talking over picked fences
strolling over billowy greenish orange knolls
 re-connecting defected, votary souls
recalling the first time love knocked on our heart's door









jakuper (10/6/11)

What Cannot Be Frozen.........A Roggy Moving Pic Challenge #32

" As the heart panteth after the water brooks,
so panteth my soul after thee, O God. "


Wouldest thou answer me
as the heart, the beat,
a tear...a chuckle...fear...defeat..
that offers no relief,
the trials...false smiles
the thief who steals;
 the stab, the pain, the rain
that makes me feel
 half alive...half crazy....half satisfied
but not denied
threatens to break my stride

Help me to expect
  to have hope rekindled,
 my prayers remembered,
for the dry seasons in life do not last
because the deluge I face
will just as quickly
be my past
For as the flow of perpetual resistance
tackles the invincible persistence
of being knocked down
and almost drowned,
the result being literally picked up
and spiritually encouraged & backed up
into the road of subsistence

[Now that's what's up]


Help me to see
that reaching out for that unbreakable hold,
the strength in being told
the insistence with which I look up
to the clouds
and only reach down
for a scoop of Nature's gold,
Adam's ale,
H20,
Universal tea,
and that forgiveness lotion,
is understanding's potion
that helps all of us smooth along
 out to a peaceful sea
It's just some more living,
some more giving
back and sharing
life's serum



If I can't keep up
wouldest thou please catch me up
help me to learn to total up
the difference between
what is meant from what is said,
what is important
and what should be the tail
and not the head


 Just as streams running waters
cannot congeal,
what cannot be broken is what is true
Cleansing heals
 love that flows
freely from the heart
that knows
'it cannot be frozen'

by adversity













jakuper (10/5/11)

For Tomorrow............CRC #50

" Gold, rust and blood red leaves slowly drift to the ground
All around death and decay claw the living into the earth..."




so tell me again why 'we' have to die
.....

 how can we stop the metamorphosis
that has been synchronized
and baptized by the waivers of time...
from deteriorating creation

In the mid of day light
eradication happens whether we see it
or don't look for it
Skin peeled back by fingernails scratching heads,
dandruff's rough tackle,
hair greying ungracefully,
amidst skulls balding falter
all falling down....to the ground
without a sound

What hides in the flurry of second hand ticks
is within Natures order
of growth matured
Unnoticeable in eyes, pried to the world,
seasonally, reasonably showing us
that time lost is not the crisis
it is time we're approaching



"The corn has ripened and starting to wither on the stalk
Black crows gather insolently staring at the scarecrow"



The sower of words and emotions we are,
even as we fail to lend, or pen proper patience
to good news...good news...good news
which always comes after death of the past
[bad news....bad news]

Fall should be the first
and the last Season we celebrate
For when Winter acts out...with so much
without
 the birth in Spring shall sing
as Summer has her fling

A change always comes
right before Winter
has it's run
and it is very clear
we are the children of promise

for Autumn is always in the forecast

for tomorrow










jakuper (10/4/11)

"Roggys" Ask One Question (Letter Me)

Pick a letter and then reblog:

A: What is your life ambition?
B: Have you ever been beat up? Have you beat anyone else up?
C: Last time you cried?
D: Are you afraid of death?
E: Most expensive gift you've ever given?
F: Which of your family members are you closest to?
G: Have you ever gambled?
H: What's the most heroic thing you've ever done?
I: Most played song on your iPod?
J: Do you get jealous easily?
K: Kindest person you know?
L: Who was your first love?
M: Do you believe in marriage?
N: How many people have seen you in the nude?
O: Do you consider yourself an open book?
P: Which of your accomplishments are you most proud of?
Q: If you were King or Queen for a day, what law would you set first?
R: Have you ever rescued anyone? What were the circumstances?
S: Do you sing or dance?
T: Do you have trust issues?
U: Who was the last person who saw you undressed?
V: Are you a virgin? If so, when did you lose your virginity?
W: Have you ever written/attempted to write a book? Tell us about it.
X: Would you ever consider a threesome?
Y: Have you ever been on television?
Z: What's the biggest problem you have with religion?



* I think each person gets to ask me one question, and as you ask, post on your page if you like and do the same thing...

In Deep Ink-spiration.........SP Collab w/ Expressions of Suga

Touch me again...I dare you
for I await...with bated breath
trying to find my way back
to that festival of new beginnings
we once shared...where words were the topic of the day

Propose in me a scribing
Birth in me a writing...
an ode of inked enlightening
Arouse me with dissertation...
ideally... in form of poetic relation

Dream catcher, do your stuff
glisten and listen early in the morning...

Filter in me a dream... where fantasy...purports reality

Where the original characters, suddenly open the contents
of unfinished fantasies under pressure
Help us prove that all the love long gone
is yet still alive

Induce thoughts, seeking chemistry
Penned idolatry... spewing artistry
Where o... where art thine poetry?

Who's to blame if we push yesterday off a cliff
and forget that a hiccup in time
blinded our parade of black and white lines
as they redeemed what seems like a parody of pause

This lethargy of barren inspiration...
riddles me... taunting "once prosed melodies"
asphyxiating mobocracy... I beg you... set me free

Where do we go from here...?

Let the North winds blow hard enough
so we can forgive what we fought
like fighting cats in the night
Let us be inspired.....once more
while, harmony infiltrates...

to our ink's delight









Expressions of Suga &jakuper (9/29/11)