Showing posts with label Tyler Shields. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tyler Shields. Show all posts

Friday, May 12, 2017

Buddhist Love

 

Do Buddhists love? Yes, fearlessly and faithfully without attachment. Often I think people can be driven apart by miscommunication... it takes so very little to honor another human and costs so much to be critical and unfaithful. 

Here's are the Buddhist Precepts rewritten from the perspective of loving another human.

Do you cause harm to others after telling them you love them? Or do you try to remain kind?

Enjoy!
Kisses, m. 

Because I love you, I promise never to harm you.

Because I love you, I promise to never take anything you don’t want to give me.
Because I love you, I’ll speak only truthfully and kindly to you.
Because I love you, I’ll treat your body with love.
Because I love you, I will keep my mind free from confusion so that I act only out of wisdom.


Photo credit: Tyler Shields/ Chromatic 

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Feelings

 

 


Trying to control feelings is like stopping up water. You know like in a dam. Some feelings are fun. I like the fun ones. Don’t you? The tortured and twisted ones are not my favorites but I feel them nonetheless. You can’t pretend the negative ones don’t exist, that’s no good. Even the most serene and calm Buddhist Monk or Zen master will have an emotional outburst given the right circumstances. So you can’t deny them. You can control them, so you do. Maybe sometimes you act on them & something fun is out there? And that's ok too if no one gets hurt. Don’t you like fun? One of my favorite Ken’s knows how to have as much fun as I do. And despite what some of the ladies tell him… I still think he looks damn amazing doing it. ;)  

 

Anyhoo, here’s a new one from my new book Water. It had to be water. Why? It was supposed to be water two years ago, after it was Smoke. The funny thing about water is that Ms. M is always surrounded by it even though I’m a fire element. 

 

Do you control your feelings? Or live in the past? 

 

Enjoy!

 Kisses, m. 

 

 

Feelings

 

Fuck your feelings.” He says coyly with a smirk and leans back in the shower. 

 

“I’d rather you were fucking me.” I fidget with the cheap robe that the Four Seasons provided in the suite. Another time I can’t believe I caved in and I’m with a man I swore I’d never because he’s…

 

No good,” the almond milk is spoiled. Erica says it with a disdain that tells me she’s convinced I’ll throw it out because of her smell test which is rarely ever in agreement with the date on the package. 

 

“It’s fine.  Don’t use it.” I tell her and move back to the poetry of writing my paper.

 

“It’s exasperating when you force yourself to do things you don’t want to.” My sister echoes with her own brand of self punishment as she pours the milk into her coffee. 

 

Oh I want to,” I scream out loud as I press him up against the shower wall letting the water spill over us. When I know I should be forcing myself to stop I don’t, because it feels good. I don’t feel bad in spite of how we really are with each other. 

 

“Of course you want to,” he says and pulls me against him. The water splashing against my back feels incredible as his lips find their way across my skin. Our breathing sounds mingle with echoes of water spilling down the drain to fill the silence.

 

Silently drinking her coffee, Erica slowly pours what remains of the almond milk down the drain. Knowing she wants a response, I ignore her. Loudly she insists “I’m saving you from hurting yourself.” 

 

“Of course you are.” 

 

When he knows I’m aching for more he says it, “Saving the best for last. Waiting hurts, doesn’t it?”

 

“Of course it does.”



Photo credit: Tyler Shields 

Friday, September 30, 2016

Champagne

 

"I only drink Champagne on two occasions, when I am in love and when I am not" 

- Coco Chanel





Photo Credit: Tyler Shields

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Life...


No one is going to save you but yourself. You want something, go out and get it, do it or make it happen yourself. It may not be easy but anything worth doing or having is worth what you invest in it. The universe owes you nothing. 

Monday, July 11, 2016

Blow out!


Blow out love instead of blowing out anger, passive aggression or fear. Don't let your anxiety or insecurity get in the way of giving your love to the world. We are all meant to be happy not detract from each other's happiness.

Everyone needs a friend and if you're having a hard time then all you have to do is open up & tell someone. Acting too cool for school & hella tough to cover your true feels or evading friends & family completely will get you into more problems than what you started with. You ain't gotta be perfect to get love or support from the people in your life. You just have to show up and be open to receive it.

How you push people away is all you. No one else's fault. I personally have been known to push people away when I don't want to deal with things... Feels, situations, pressures, etc. So the best advice I can share that works for me: Take a compassionate hard look at how you're handling the pressures you've placed on yourself and how you're dealing with feeling afraid and then the people trying to help you.

Like I've said a bunch of times before, I don't always have the Buddhist answers for myself until I've experienced something or a situation and I'm ok with that. So it's ok if you don't have the answer to everything. But you have to be willing to give it a try to figure it out. Be completely open and honest with what you feel and have to offer others. Once you put your best foot forward, you'll see that others do the same. Figure out what comes next as you are able to. You have to let life and love in to be able to blow it out in all ways and aspects of your life. 

Here's an old piece that has nothing to do with hair and everything to do with blowing out love. 

Enjoy!
Kisses, 
m.

Blow

(3-23-2010)

Blow. Smooth lips pursed together. Red. Delicate. Tiny opening pushing out air. Cheeks strain with the slightest sense of pressure. Air escapes. The chaos amid the noisy cherry velvet room has no relevance. Stuck in this moment. Lighting lifts and dims without notice. Watching. Smiling mouth. Demure. Hand rises up to mouth once more. There it is. Blow. Lips press together in a soft unreturned kiss. Lowering hand thrusts the puff across the room at me. Landing directly upon my face. Smile. Happiness in my heart. The pulse pounding noise surrounding can not break this connection. Thick humidity deepens with the intensity of the crowd. Bodies pass inbetween. No matter. Eyes never leave. Lips stay full. Giggles escape from the soft red. My eyes are smiling with anticipation. Air drawn in again. Blow. An small ‘o’ forms with the gesture. Both hands reach upwards to hide the impending message. Silent. Discreet. Jumping outward and full of excitement. Sending the invisible soldier off into the open expanse. Ready. Aim. Target Acquired. Smile. Turn away. People interrupt. Embracing. Lips locking. Interruption to the beat of the drum. Up. Down. Wet. Tongues. Eyes open. Eyes closed. Neither is thinking the same thing. Disconnected. Break. Parting in different directions. Focus. Across the folding sea. Blow. Lips force an opening. Pushing out an intruding army of wind ready to make battle with any obstacles. Hand reaches up and outward to guide the path. Eyes follow the concealed missile toward its target. Distractions intercede. Path is blocked. Nothing but movement before my eyes. Heated pulsating flesh shoves and hits against my skin. Face buried in the warmth. Hidden. Losing the battle to the electricity of the mass. Hands grabbing and pulling. Sinking. Unknown faces. Smiling eyes. Blow. Air against my cheek. Familiar. Red. Revealed. Soft. Kiss.


Photo Credit: Tyler Shields 

Friday, July 8, 2016

Clean


"Clean... The cleanest I've been" - Depeche Mode

There's nothing wrong with a little dirty if you get clean afterwards. Clean slates are good things to begin with... But you can always wash it clean.  

Here's something new... From the Hair series. 

Enjoy! 
Kisses, m.

Clean

I'm wounded. 
Body exhausted.
Tired.
Achy. 
Dirty.
The day nearly stole my soul
And he demands attention. 

Eagerly waiting for me
He holds his gaze.
Too weak to refuse him
I submit.
Gently he disrobes me 
And with a nod I'm his.
Bare to his eyes. 
Open to his touch. 
Softly he massages my neck & back.
He insists upon my fulfillment. 

My body is tight.
Emotions closed off.
I'm needing release.
And he knows this. 
Tired of my excuses 
He persists.
Taking control.
The way he knows I like.
Moments of his hands press my body forward until I open up to him.

My sun kissed brown hair falls when he unravels it. 
Although unhappy with the abrupt change of color he says nothing while continuing to assert his will.
My hair falls and catches the air currents from the fan and begins bouncing like the wind has a hold.  
Gently he caresses my neck, my arms & breasts before kissing the top of my forehead. 
With a slight indication he lifts and carries me to the bathroom. Setting me down he motions to the bath. 

Quietly I draw the bathwater and wait. 
There's only still between us.
Silently he removes his clothing and reveals himself. 
His eyes look me up and down. 
Lips open with a smirk. 
Letting his fingers run across my skin he teases. 
With a quick gentleness he runs his hands up my spine, through my hair & moves my head to meet his. 
His breathing is calm and deep as he leans closer with his mouth.
With a gentle kiss, he encourages me to move toward the warm water with him.

Completely lost to my own will I hesitate.
His strong slender frame moves without mine.
In an instant he's at rest in the tub.
The gentleness of his arms insist me to join him while his eyes never break their stare.
As I follow his lead I'm lost in thoughts of the day trying to break my mind free.
Moving by his volition I untie myself from the memories that haunt.
It's only when he pulls me down to him and holds me in his arms that the day falls away. 
These feelings have never subsided.
I'm reminded how lost I am when I'm away from his arms. 
Dirty and consumed by the madness of the world. 
Found by his touch...

I'm clean.



Photo Credit: Tyler Shields

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Beauty simply is...



Beauty simply is. No matter what your exterior looks like, you are always enough dolls. There's no need ever to compete for a man or woman's attention. Especially no need to copy, trash talk or feign friendship with other dolls or Kens to get it. If a person implies you do need to change your appearance or treat others badly to win their love, then his or her attention & love isn't worth it. 

Love yourself to know that the only change needed is as simple as taking a bath. The right person that thinks you're the most won't want to change a cosmetic thing about you. They'll want to grow old & wrinkly with you. Change for yourself. Not for a lover. You are special exactly as you are.  

Here's an old one about taking & meditating in a bath! 

Do you love baths? This doll does!
Enjoy!
Kisses, m.


Breathe
(1-5-2011)

Slinking into the white porcelain basin beneath the velvet blanket of wetness my skin slides until the top of my breasts are visible. From outer reaches beyond the white-wash of the bathroom door there’s the loud sounds of a television. It’s irrelevant what the sounds are in reference to as I count.

In. Out. One by one they escape my nose and mouth like bastard children sprang from passionate moments. One preceding one after another. Each sounds like an inverted rush of wind. Pushing in. Rushing out. There’s no battle but the force can be felt within.

The top of my feet are exposed enough for my toenails to be seen. My eyes pick apart visible red upon pink cracked paint hiding bare simplicity as I reach 35. I think I counted 25 the minute before last after the soapy wetness begins to evaporate into anything but still water.

Up. Down. My chest lifts. Rises to the rhythm of air. A moment longer and I’m counting to 40. Chest tightens quickly. And I’m thinking that somewhere I read that this is not normal before I sink further into the tub to listen.

Head remains partially submerged to the ears.

The distant vibration of the television’s din remains until all sound becomes quiet.

The same warmth of wetness surrounds my bare skin. My eyes look around in the same wonder and feel instead of listen. The cool air upon the red and pink brilliance awakens my skin into electricity. The gooseflesh runs up both legs wrapped inside the velvet blanket.

Beneath the blanket there’s no more numbers. No thoughts of measure. Nameless without their count. Air held tightly in cavities inside. My mind pregnant with thought. Thinking that there are dozens of them waiting to become once again. Released.

Trapped within. A feeling that seems ancestral grows. Without rise or fall it becomes.

In the vacuum of nothing. The feeling slowly becomes noise that is recognized. Familiar like an old memory. The sound of my heart fills the silence. Pounding. A moving rhythm in my ears. The beating of life continues without the movement of breathing. Listening to every beat without count. Needless to be counted. Known to themselves without identity.  Slowly the feeling in my chest lessens as the pulsation of blood begins to slow.

Deep within the white basin lies a feeling more than sound becomes audible without measure.


Photo credit: Tyler Shields

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Rise Up


Life's currents are choppy at times and difficult to navigate when you're surrounded by people that each want something from you. Realize one thing though... You are the only thing weighing you down. In order to rise to meet the challenges life brings and overcome all things, you must take responsibility for yourself instead of blaming external factors. Once you do this life is easy. You are the reason and have always been the reason things don't work out... no one and nothing else. Discipline sounds like a bad thing but it's not always. Discipline transforms difficult circumstances. 

Are you ready to focus and rise? This doll has been rising up for the last few months and is amazed at how great life is. 

Here's a story about a man finding himself being the only person to blame in difficult circumstances...

Enjoy!
Kisses, m.



Dry

When the water dries out I’ll know where I stand or hang. I know this as I move my hands carefully beneath their rope tied shackles. Carefully I lift my head backwards and hope that the rope around my neck will pull back with the ebb of water. Letting it happen is a matter of relaxing in the right position.


A thousand times over I’ve felt the cold water lap up neatly against the bottom of my chin with a false hope. The force of my own weight shoves back towards me as the water rises and rescinds. There’s a reason or two that have found me in an interesting predicament now and again but nothing could’ve prepared me for this. Both my arms bound above my head hanging beneath the dock of the bay with a noose around my neck. Tighter and looser the ropes dig in before releasing with the ebb of tide. One thing is for sure is that once the tide rolls out dry I’ll be sunk and left hanging by the neck unless I can relax.


Miles Redfield there ought to be a law for the kind of man you are.” So says Zanrha Grey the only woman who ever walked out of my life more than twice and still knew me better than any other when she came back around.


If there’s one thing I know from spending my time with Zan was how much she liked to lay down laws.

And I did enjoy when she did cause I loved to break them.

Except this time around it wasn’t so much the law she laid down as it was her foot that said “No more.”


No more was what I should have said when I welcomed trouble back into my life instead of walking away. That Thursday morning out on the avenue by the docks hanging back with Charlie Black and Melly Abriga I knew there was nothing like trouble but I went along for the ride. I wanted to be in, so I was.


 There weren’t any cops around when we boosted the old dodge, certainly no one looking when Charlie pried open the driver’s side door and Melly took a knife to the trunk. What threw me by surprise was the body that jumped up out of the trunk and grabbed a hold of my throat. There wasn’t time enough to react. Melly dropped his knife and jumped into the freshly running car that Charlie threw into gear leaving me with 6ft 2inches of terror with his hands wrapped around me and a look of pure hate in his eye. It can’t be happening. But it was. And so was I.


He wasn’t an angry man the fellow that handed me back my neck. His fate was sealed inside that car and I’m the one to blame for letting him out. Yet instead of setting me free, he gave me a choice on how to be dead. And it wasn’t what I might have chosen, but no one knows what trouble will hand you when you aren't clear about what you want. So with an agreement and a nod…


Smoothly I let this happen to me. I chose the noose around my neck. I wanted to have a betting chance and agreed this was a better way to end up than with a bullet through and through my skull. See most people want to know what’s coming for 'em, and I’ll be the first to say I’d rather not know. For every inch of water that dries up and drops my body, tightens the noose around my neck. My arms bound up tight won’t save me when the full force of gravity yanks downward on my body.


As I relax and give into the current, my body remains afloat while I let my neck loosen in hopes of shifting the noose. My mind continues to think of Zan and her words while my hands fumble to untie themselves.  


“A law” she said time and time over again whenever I’d roll back home with a mess or two trailing behind me. To Zan it was purely infuriating that I could be so callous and not think of her when dragging another round of trouble to the door. But this time in the back of my mind I knew there would not be another round as the water takes another drop with my neckline growing tighter. It’s when the tightness takes hold that I realize floating won’t much longer be a problem as the slow drop into the dry will snap my neck without question. Taunting me the water laps up and back across my chin dragging and easing the rope in a tug of war for life. A war that will end in freedom either way.


Dry. For too many men it means something different. One man is clean from his addiction, another is flat busted, and for me it means I’ll be out options if I don’t break free.




**Photo credit: tyler shields 







Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Kindness Louder Now



The world would be a better place if everyone used kindness loudly to spread love and good cheer. Kindness and compassion will always be louder than meanness. 

People who gossip are about as pleasant and as likeable as people who are liars. Why? It's needless behavior. Yet, it persists. What can you do? It's simple. You do nothing. Let the person or people speaking of you or about others have their say. What you can do is excuse yourself and mention that you don't wish to discuss this person anymore. Descending into silence allows the conversation to persist and will only demonstrate your support for it. 

Of course the gossip about moi has reached my ears. While I'm not perfect I refuse to discuss it and there's no need to defend myself. It's unnecessary. If people want to believe or perpetuate rumors then they are not people I want in my life. 

The Dalai Lama insist you live in a way so no one believes the awful things others say. So that's all I can do. I suggest everyone do the same. 

If you must spread news of someone, share how wonderful they are doing with others! Share how others can help or support them. Don't spread their misfortune. You change the world temperature by sharing good cheer and positive wishes. 

However, if you feel the need to vent... try saying the awful things you wish to say out loud to yourself first. I'm sure a little alone time in your car, your bedroom or bathroom will do. If you find these unspeakable things too great to repeat to the person it's directed at or about then don't repeat it to others. Try rising to show kindness before descending into silence when others act badly.

Lady and gentleman rules: Do not speak badly of someone thinking it will better you. It will only make you look worse. 

Here's a story about someone without kindness...

Enjoy!
Kisses, m.


Dick
(3-28-2011)

“Dick!”

An open-handed slap accompanies the sharp tongue attached to an irritated woman who has already stormed away as people look on in the otherwise quiet restaurant. It’s a face and name I haven’t seen or heard in a while, but that doesn’t make this moment any less satisfying to watch.

Most women never forget about Dick once they met him. I know cause I never could.

After his date left the table Richard Blackwood sat very still with a smug smile on his face and motioned for the waiter to bring over another bottle of wine. Richard Blackwood was used to hearing his name spoken in this manner. In fact he often took great pleasure in hearing it roll off the tongue of women. He most definitely enjoyed being the thing that rolled out of their mouths. And by ‘this manner’ I am of course referring to the condescending tone. However, to Richard when hearing his name the tone mattered very little at all. Not nearly as much as hearing them say it like that…

Dick.

Whether it was breathy, brash or baritone Richard Blackwood couldn’t seem to get enough when a woman said his name. And in the end they all said it.

Just like that.

Richard Blackwood was an arrogant man with a knack for making everything unpleasant.  He insisted that everyone he met call him Dick. Some women often found this request a bit hard to swallow and were instantly offended. Dick took this opportunity to make their embarrassment as humiliating as possible. Often chastising those women by remarking, “Now a little Dick never hurts now and again, unless you want it to.”

To say he wasn’t a nice man would be a rash understatement. There wasn’t a single person that could stand Dick for more than five minutes. Something was awful in everything he said, especially about others. With his nasty attitude Dick could hardly be mistaken for a human being let alone find himself filled with any type of compassion.

And that was the proverbial icing on the cake.

For you see, Dick Blackwood had the ability to encourage others to see things as miserably as possible and relished in it. Dick could find the unhappiest person in a room and make them feel worse. If ever you doubted your position while standing on the window ledge twenty stories up, Dick would have no problem helping you find your motivation… to jump.

Honestly who wouldn’t after talking to Dick? You might jump, if meant getting away.

Although Dick was far from superior he had something a woman might put up a fight for. Something about the way he wore his pants too tight helped to demonstrate the reason that outweighed his obnoxiousness.

Some men are simply attractive by the qualities they possess. Charm. Finesse. Attitude. Dick wasn’t one of those kinds of men. Attractive came with the package. Like a hotel perk it was a great room with a view that happened to be located in the acid-tripping smoking section. And like the poorly misplaced hotel room, the self -serving arrogant condescending qualities were just the tip of the iceberg. Below the shallow surface lay a man that could only be described in one way…

DICK!

Dick is the kind of man your mother ought to have warned you about, except that chances are she probably wasted her time on him as well. For despite his shortcomings, he definitely had a way with women. An unprecedented way of getting them to do exactly as he wished before making sure they never stuck around for too long. At least that’s what he liked to believe. As with a man like Dick you have to understand he believes he has an agenda. Unbeknownst to him, this way with women had nothing to do with him.

You see, all a woman really wanted from Dick was to come between him and his pants and sometimes that meant more than she bargained for.

Someone might tell you a silence is worth a thousand words. Well that person never met Dick. Dick almost never shut up. He might tell you that your hair is all wrong or that you look like your left leg is shorter than your right. This is before telling you that you’re almost as pretty as the old woman sitting next to you. All of this and more guaranteed to get you to talk to him when talking to him was the last thing you wanted to do.

Somewhere between introducing himself and chatting with a woman he would start in. Slowly but surely he would look for a tiny vulnerability that guaranteed he wouldn’t stop talking. If only to prove that he was completely right by making you completely miserable, but by that point it’s too late. Invested in the stock of flesh and unable to pull out. You’re already in too far to turn back now.

Dick Blackwood happened to be anything but charming when he crossed my path. I met him on the street with his tight pants and unpleasantness. Something on the inside may have told me to go the other way when he said hello but instead I smiled back. And once he started in I couldn’t get enough. I found myself agreeing to so much more than dinner and drinks before I could stop.

Dick used insult and unpleasantness to get what he wanted. Thinking it worked, as it had so many times before, he continued because Dick liked it when he got his way. More than anything else he was contented to recognize this. So it came to me as no surprise when his lack of regard and vanity extended well beyond his introduction.

Dinner with Dick was an exercise in restraint. Everything he had learned about me became fodder for insult. It was always how I was inadequate and when I wasn’t the rest of the restaurant was completely worthless. And when the rest of the world wasn’t worthless he was telling about all the things he wanted to do after he took me home if I didn’t ruin things. My ruining things wasn’t the problem I had worried about when he kept talking. But he continued.

After the first course I stayed when wanted to leave. Even after I thought I had enough of him I remained. When I remember how I wanted to walk away from the table I was wondering how anyone got into bed with this man. Then I realized if I had walked away at dinner instead of putting up with a little more I might never have understood why women took as much as they did from Dick…

Control.

It was the piece of the man that you had right from the start. 

When I think back to that night when I separated that man from his pants. I remember how I let Dick roll off my tongue more times than I can count. And I know what it was that I couldn’t forget. It was the power of knowing what sent that man spinning. Spinning because he thought he had the upper hand and knowing that in one word he couldn’t get enough. And remembering how I walked away from a man like that because it was my decision when I came and left from his life. Something smug continues to widen his grin across from me, when I realize what it is. As he’s pouring the wine his date is coming back. And I can’t blame her. I might have done the same thing.


Photo Credit: Tyler Shields

Monday, June 20, 2016

Strap it up!

Sometimes you're prepared for what life throws at you. Sometimes you are not. Either way, it's best to strap yourself up & pull it together. Ms. M figures people create situations without preparing for the consequences or in the event things don't go to plan. She tends to focus on what she can do and gets it done regardless of a little setback or two or challenging circumstances. How about you? 

Anyways... Here's a little micro about being prepared. Are you prepared in life to finished with what you start or do you simply give up when it doesn't go to plan?

Enjoy!
Kisses, m.





Strapped
2-20-2010

Strapped to the max. Enough fire power to blast a hole in this joint. Barrels blazing. Ready for action. 

Strapped. But that’s not always a good thing. All the ammo in the world can’t always prepare you for the unexpected outcome. The buildings on fire. Your firearm can’t help with that little problem. They’ve fit you with a pair of cement feet. As you descend to your watery grave, where is the use of a firearm? Shooting fish won’t free you and wasting ammo isn’t going to help anyone in the end. Strapped when you’re outgunned seems as useful as a life jacket at Niagara Falls. Certainly won’t keep you afloat. But there’s always the slim chance you will survive.

Card carrying member of the NRA? That won’t do you a damn bit of good in the field. Gun licenses and permits? No one cares if you’re allowed to carry the gun. The most important part is whether you know how to use it. In a pinch, the skill of a weapon is what will stand between you and death. Whether you can pull the trigger faster than the other guy is all that matters. My case and point, tonight I find myself outdrawing an adversary in the back room of a dive bar. He’s outarmed me. But my skill with the pistol is better. I can shoot the flea off a dog’s back without him flinching. Point? I never miss. That foolish bloke may have been strapped, but he lacked the grace and expertise of a true marksmen. He may have got off two shots, but he never came close. 

Two pistol tango. Kick down the locked doors and proceed tearing through a bar room full of amateurs. I can pick them apart without effort. It doesn’t make me feel any better. My menacing intent is wasted on sheer unprofessionalism. Bartender with a sawed off shotgun makes two holes in the door, yet never grazes my body. Down went the army of steroids holding up the pool table. Never needing more than two guns at any moment to make my way through the crowd. Thugs and sleazy barflies all step up for a turn to dance. In the end it’s just me and the two guns sliding across the floor to meet with the final target. Back door swings wide. Hello, Charlie?

Quick departure ensures a clean getaway in most cases. Not tonight. Rear entrance is guarded. Something I’d overlooked before walking into this endeavor. Pistol securely fastened in its holster as I exit in a roar. As soon as my ears identify the clicks of the gun, I knew it was over with. Bullet rips through my chest quicker than the sound escapes the chamber. Skill should have prepared me for this, but I didn’t see it coming. Falling face first and rotating back I can see the man who deals my death. Puddle of water absorbs my blood as the bastard walks up and stands over me. Asshole wants to watch me die. Sadistic SOB getting off while I’m lying here bleeding. Left hand grips my pistol tightly to defend myself. Foot comes down crushing the fingers of my hand. Cracking. Breaking. No chance I can shoot that gun. This the way he wants it. Probability of him living is greater without my gun involved. Defenseless? Strapped to the end. Kick of boot. Shift of leg. Hot metal tears through the skull of my executioner. Steel accented toes of a shoe can hold quite the mystery. Hello, Charlie? So very sorry, but I came prepared. 

*photo credit: Tyler Shields



Friday, June 17, 2016

As


Jealousy is an ugly & negative emotion that’s linked to anger not love. It’s not reflective of how you feel about someone. There’s times where it’s justified and feels like an instinct but realize it’s brought upon by insecurity. No, in fact it does not mean someone loves you more or vice versa. You can show you care in a different manner.  In Buddhism it is considered a form of greed to allow jealousy to consume you. Buddhism teaches that we must understand where these emotions come from and release them. Try practicing mindfulness and metta. It helps me balance my negative emotions. 

 

Now, inciting jealousy in someone is also unnecessary. Talking with a friend isn’t meant to cause jealousness or insecurities. But deliberately inciting jealousy through actions is.  Personally when a man decides to try to  incite jealousy in moi, I immediately have nothing to do with him.  This behavior will always drive things apart. Why?  Inciting jealousy only shows how insecure you are. It shows lack of trust and little regard for your love. If you want attention or validation… let your love know because there are more positive ways to go about it. 

 

And ladies, if your paramour is a mutual friend of mine, rest assured he and I agreed long ago not to be more. Bottom Line:  I could never be with a taken or married man. Adultry goes against my catholic upbringing & my buddhist beliefs about causing harm to others.

 

Here’s one about jealousy from a new series that I’m not sure where it’s going but soon I will reveal. 

 

Enjoy 

Kisses, m.

 

 

As

 

As he stands, 

She follows.

With her eyes, 

She chases after him. 

 

As he moves 

Through the crowd

Closer to me, 

His eyes smile. 

Noticing a familiar face.

It’s been a while. 

A friend. 

 

As he nears 

She scowls,

Pouting 

Like a child. 

Opening a book, 

She feigns nonchalance. 

 

As he nears 

I find myself

Leaning back.

I feel myself

Crawling inward

Wanting  to close my eyes. 

Thinking of waving him away

But I don’t. 

With a hint of sass and smirk, 

I let the moment unfold. 

 

As time has never passed 

Between our meetings,

Without pause, 

He’s pulled me

Into a hug. 

Quiet and brief,

Followed by a laugh. 

That’s far too loud. 

Ending with a smile. 

That goes on forever.

 

As our eyes part briefly

I can see her 

Without Calm. 
She’s hardly breathing. 

The gaze in her eyes,

Hardly masks her anger

Mixed with fear.

Gently mounting tears, 

Are close, 

When she swallows hard.

 

As my trepidation

Grows.

She‘s listening close,

Awaiting his story’s end. 

When it comes it’s all too soon. 

But she welcomes it 

With a crocodile smile. 

 

As we say our good byes

There are no grand gestures

Only see you laters and laughs. 

Grazing my arm, he bids me farewell,

Welcoming the warm hug that follows. 

 

As he is walking away slowly

Making his way 

Through the crowd

Back to her fury.

 

As he nears her, 

His movements slow further.

All the while

His focus shifts

Between her scowl and my smile. 

 

As one arm scolds her envy

While the other waves back to me. 

His unhappiness with her thickens

And grows heavier

With every intense step 

Of his feet.

 

As the focus 

Shifts. 

I collect myself 

Stepping back with a lean, 

Watching her movements

As she watches him continuing to watch me. 

 

 

 *photo credit: Tyler Shields