Thursday, July 10, 2014
Om
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Truths
(7-10-09)
Lies.
The ones we tell ourselves to keep going. Little white ones. Deep dark malevolent ones. Those things we can’t bear to be true. So often we lie just to cope. Defense mechanism.
I did not kill him.
Just another fabrication to get through the night. These ominous moments filled with a determined silence; and distant din of the city coming to life. Dawn will be here soon.
He’ll start breathing again.
I stole $5 from the piggy bank when I was a kid. My mom caught me trying to hide the broken pieces of the shattered pig under the front porch. I lied and told her I dropped the bank accidentally. Through my crocodile tears I sobbed how I was afraid she’d be mad, so I was going to use the money to replace it. A WHOPPER! But she bought it. So begin my life of deceit.
I did not hit him with the car and back over the body five times.
Small truths we keep to ourselves. The real honest things are what we're most scared to share. It’s the little pieces of genuine humanity that make us most vulnerable we don’t share. But the lies roll off the tongue; spill out the mouth like sweet gems of music being released for the first time.
I did not shoot him with a rifle.
Unprovoked deceit. Cold manipulative and calculated deception. “I was married once”, it’s what I tell them, the men. It’s my line you could say. They all eat it up. I explain that he beat me, raped me, etc. Sympathy for the liar. Smile a little. Put on a fake. Show them your false innocence. Devil in a blue dress. But it gets them each and every time… HOOK, LINE, SINKER.
I did not drive his unconscious body to the middle of nowhere in the dark hours of the morning.
You could say it was a bit like fishing. THE BAIT: Makeup, Tight Dress, Cleavage, Stilettos. And that was just for kicks. The first time it happened I wasn’t even trying… You see, I was lonely that night and being in, was far too unbearable. So I went out for a drink. Came up with a good story, and the rest was something I wasn’t prepared for.
I did not ask him to leave with me.
No one ever tells you that lying can lead to good things do they? See the first time it happened, was a bit of luck for me. A man offered to buy my drink. I was bored, lonely and didn’t see any harm in company so I accepted. We traded our fake stories. He hid his wedding band. Lovely line on his left hand was the give away. See most men don’t realize just how big an imprint that band leaves around your finger. Yes, I could see the line where his ring rested. And of course he was married. That was his lie.
I did not slip drugs into his drink.
Liars are we all. Everyone is a liar. Big ones, little ones. Mom’s to children, bosses to employees, government to the population for control. That’s all it is. Control. Like trained animals that jump through hoops for a false prize promised to them. For us, there is no promised land. Even lying to ourselves in the end. Heaven and Hell.
I did not offer to buy his drink.
He was married, I knew it. I went along for the ride anyhow. After two drinks we stop. He says “let’s get outta here”. I agree. Before he makes it to the car he falls down. Drunk. Lucky me. I ask him what he’s driving and attempt to help him up. He is spinning and incoherent. I take his keys and try to find it using the alarm. It’s a ‘68 Chevy P.U. Cherry red. Nothing more than that I could tell you about it. Not a gear head, but I do appreciate a pretty picture. I managed to drag this idiot over to it. As I’m shoving this drunk into the cab out of his pocket drops a bottle of pills. Date Rape BS. I get upset. He’s passed out. That was supposed to be me. So I shove his body over, fire up the truck and peel out.
I did not smile and sit down next to him at the bar.
Lying to myself always was the easy part of life. It was harder to swallow someone else’s story. That bastard tried to drug me. Idiot! Wasn’t he in for a treat? I drove out to some unmarked dirt road. Threw him out and was about to leave him when… the gears slipped! And just like that, the truck backed over him. THUMP! THUMP! “Oh God”! I instantly throw it in gear and go forward with out thinking. THUMP! THUMP! “Shit”! I get out and assess the damage.
I did not go to the bar last night.
He’s not breathing and his head resembles a smashed cabbage. Brains are falling out. I would panic, but everyone in that bar is a liar and not one of those people could honestly say they really knew who he was. No one would notice or bother to say a thing when the authorities came looking. No one would talk… unless these other cheaters wanted to admit these infidelities to their spouses waiting patiently by the phone at home.
I did not kill anyone.
Simple truths we continue to share with ourselves. The lies – complicated deception – we save for the eager audience that awaits us out in the world.
I am not a liar.
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Monday, June 23, 2014
Bed
We're between the sheets when he tells me to leave the
"I like it with the lights on" he says with a devilish grin.
It's both of us thinking the same thing but we know it's nothing.
There's a need that neither of us can run away from.
I'm telling him that "I want more" when his hands show me what he's got in mind.
Louder than anything I'm telling him, showing him, begging for more.
He's pressing his hands in harder and whispering for me to tell him if I like it.
I like it and he lets his fingers go looking for my pleasure.
What seems to be unreal is waiting to become a reality.
It's in this moment I know there's no going back.
Reclining, he sits partly on the soles of his feet, watching me spread out
I have an insatiable appetite for more but he rests.
Laughing at my hunger he tells me that "it's late."
So I slide myself upward until I'm against his body.
My hands reveal that I want this feeling to expand.
He shows that he wants more by pressing me back into the sheets.
The heat of his breath collides with my face.
Our tongues dance in the darkness of a kiss.
My hands and legs react with force to his kiss.
Within seconds I'm wrapped around him not wanting to let go.
In this moment he's all I need.
When it comes we're shaking in unison.
As daylight slowly emerges we're together between the
sheets.
Mercury
Ok so there's something to this Mercury in Retrograde business June 7th-July 2nd...
I broke one of my new camera lenses (shouldn't have bought during retrograde), everyone's gone crazy (you too? omg! me too!), found/possibly caused 3 bizarre disagreements about nothing with 3 different people, & travel plans shifted a smidge.
Insult to injury... It feels like my karmic shit is wrecked, I'm everyone's emotional ex, got no game, half my brain is missing and I'm struggling to interact, walk & talk. I'm slowly losing interest in interactions due to my inability to convey clear thoughts to others which makes conversations then feel awful since they all go in the wrong direction or are taken badly.
Good news though... Finished up old work, spotted then said hello/goodbye to old friends/lovers and all the setbacks are giving me the chance to slow down, go with the flow & let mercury nudge me in an unusual direction. You can't put life on hold! And since this BS is almost over hang in there people!
Kisses,
m.
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Sensual
Voyeur
Curiously I grasp my new gift for the first time. Fingers gently find a home along the metal shaft. My eye dilates as it attempts to focus sight through the lens. Night opens up before my view. The buildings that surround are half alive with light and reflections. With a slight push I spin the arm. Winding down the building floor by floor until I can find my target. Along the way there are empty rooms and hallways filled with strangers exiting elevators, watching TVs, and making dinners. Once again discovering the movement, I stop. The golden hue illuminates the room in the building before me. Center of my attention is blurry but familiar. Carefully I lift my hand and move the dial. Click. Click. Aha.
Legs part as she reclines backwards. Open mouth, as her fingers run along his skin, savoring every movement below. Lifting himself upward and pauses before pursuing further. Waiting she trembles, never looking away. Hands rest upon bare breasts then trail down the front of her body as he kneels against the chaise. One leg remains on the ground as he rests slightly above her. She leans back on elbows against the lounge. Down he leans in and kisses her neck. Hands remain downward between her thighs. Every movement sends her head back with an open mouth. Pleasure. Descent continues. Further. His hips drop against hers rocking inward. Pelvis tilting upward. Legs lifting and falling in a hypnotic rhythm before circling around torso. Sweat dripping down. Faces alive with bliss. Open for view. Open for me. Open to me. Returning my view.
Turn away I think. Despite my blushing face I can’t look away. Smiling. Caught while I’m catching the act. Adjust the front of my coat to reveal my bare skin to him. His eyes continue to lock onto my position. All the while pursuing his fulfillment. I should stop now. But the show is far from over. My mind still wandering as I watch my hands began playing with my bare skin. Wet places explored as hot breath escapes my warm mouth.
The progression continues. She lifts his neck and makes tiny bites below the chin. Tongue crawls along the neck leaving a wet imprint. Hands lift and fall with frenzied intent. Gripping outer thighs. Tugging at waistline. Eyes are open and locked with intent. Wet lips meeting to consume before falling downward to devour at flesh. Heads rocking with sheer involvement of their arrangement. Arms pull and push as they grasp for more. Faster. Deeper. My thrusting fingers compete with the movements that climb toward a purpose. Quietly the act of passion declines. A final embrace quakes in unison. Smoothly he lifts himself upward. Standing over her open legs he smiles with sheer satisfaction. Her hands reach up and caress his torso while he turns and edges towards the window. Sliding onto her side she connects with my stare now. Fingers circling her bare breasts while she calmly watches him watching me. Boldly revealing himself, he leans in and nudges at the glass with a hand that entices. Inviting. So inviting.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Addison Kelly
Finding out who you are can be interesting... Finding out who other people see you as is even more interesting. Hmm...
I started a project many years ago at the urging of a dear old friend [who has been on my mind as of late. Now I or our friends don't get to see him often as he can be forgetful and occasionally absent-minded due to a lack of phone but I'm not nagging or complaining, not at all. that would be a bad reaction.]. We'd traveled to Spain and met a ton of people. I enjoyed the experience of hearing their stories and wanted to collect them to share eventually. So I did and planned to put them out in some capacity. I am finally in a place to do that & have been. The process of reminiscing on these letters reminded me that I was working on another story simultaneously when I started that project.
Needless to say as a writer I often absorb my friends quirks to write a story. One of my all time favorites became a short book I haven't published. It's an idea I borrowed from Chuck Palahniuk's Rant in structure. I mention this many times over but I modeled my character Addison Kelly after three of my favorite guy friends who I adore. Add somehow always felt like family & home when I was working on the story so it's a favorite.
This passage is an excerpt from many parts of the book between a narrative from the book.
Enjoy if you've never read it!
Kisses, m.
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The damn shame.