The Best

Some of my favorite moments are best remembered... The best moments are simply lived. Sometimes not taking a photograph is the best way to remember them. 

Do you waste a moment with a picture? Or just enjoy it! 

Here’s something about moments...

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Moment

Time stopped when I first saw you.

You were an unfamiliar man but I felt like I’d always known you.

As you walked towards me

I couldn’t even remember to take a breathe. And then you spoke and I was alive again.

There’s no photo to remind me of how you looked that night but I can’t ever forget,

The specialness of you.

The wrinkle in your smile.

Matched the twinkle in your eye.

The dominance in your stance.

Excitement in your voice.

You remain in a piece of my mind & heart that I hope will always be...

A moment.

Dream Roomspiration: Stand up for your space and organize!

This doll struggles with keeping her space organized but it’s well worth when the task is achieved. The rest of her life feels like it falls into place.

If you want to stand up for something and change the world start with changing your attitude & yourself. The only battle you fight with anyone is within yourself. Stand up to your own bad behavior and say no more. Clean up your messy behavior and don’t add more clutter or more BS in your life. Metaphorically vacuum up all the negativity in your life and keep it BS free like you would your dream home. Cleaning up your own act helps the rest of the world. The choice is yours. We all have that moment where you can choose to ignore someone’s bullshit and not make more messy drama for yourself. Which do you choose? Love yourself more and here’s a few dreamy ways to organize your dream spaces. 

Dream Roomspiration: Stand up for your space & organize!

Do you stand up to yourself & take back your space or make things get messy?

Barbie prefers order but a lil mess once in while means you’re having fun.

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

One

What you think is new isn’t new and profound has already been pondered. Someone has lived before and will live after you but... There’s only one of you. Every one of you. All sides & parts within you still just one. The duality of man & woman is only created because he/she chooses not to be one. When mankind is ready to work as one uniform mass then the world will change. And as the same when a person chooses to be one with all their parts then they will be strongest. Love yourself. 

Here’s a new story about blood...

Are you united or divided with yourself?

Enjoy!

Kisses, m.

Blood Thieves

 

There’s not much blood involved when your heart breaks. It just breaks. Wound doesn’t require tending like other injuries. Just the same you can’t just take a man’s heart without spilling a little blood along the way. And while there’s nothing more potent with love than the blood of woman with a broken heart, you can’t go around hurting pretty girls to get it. Love is a magical thing and damn the fool that takes a woman’s love for granted because someone like me is bound to come collecting on it.

 

Thieves don’t bother taking hearts often. Stealing a man’s heart is tricky business as most women will attest to. However, most dames won’t tell you that they weren’t after the heart when they walked away with it. I ended up with my fair share of hearts to barter off because a dame didn’t know what to do with it once she didn’t need it anymore. 

 

But tonight my bounty is different. Vita Reveille had a man break her heart so bad that some say she never quite recovered. Aloicious Ridore  left her with nothing… except her blood. Now he wants her blood because the despicable cretin is in love with someone new. It’s too despicable to think of what he’ll do with her blood but I know all too well that my customers aren’t the most delicate of humans. 

 

Some say Vita still loves him something fierce despite all the pain and heartache he caused her by robbing her and running off with her maid. But I’m hoping to the contrary that her broken heart has healed itself so I can forfeit my bounty. The problem with working for the bad guy is that sometimes you get involved in something you shouldn’t have. It’s not fair but it’s the way it is. When you live by a honor code between thieves you don’t rightly get too many opportunities to do the right thing.

 

As most men will tell you, the moment you lay eyes on a woman you know you want to find a way to keep her around or get rid of her because she never leaves your mind. The night I met Vita was like that. She was nursing her heart with a glass of whiskey and I was waiting to collect the bartender’s spine. Something about Vita made me grant the bartender another day. Maybe it was the way she smiled through her tears or the way she made heartache sound like a love story. Sure enough broken heart or not, she is the kindness person I’ve ever come across. I was pretty certain I’d do everything in my power to protect her except I couldn’t double-cross my bounty.

 

Some men have enemies and Aloicious had plenty including one crazy enough to gamble with me. He was a greek man named Stavros Grivas and eager to raise the bounty. He’d had business with Aloicious that resulted in the loss of his right eye. Now the code tends to look the other way when a bigger bounty comes along and Stavros made it hard to resist. 

 

“Whichever woman loves this scoundrel more, this is the woman’s heart you will bring to him.” Stavros says through a thick accent, before having his servant fetch a large knife. “Blood is needed for this magic. And we will agree in blood.”

 

“Understood,” I firmly take the knife and slice into the servant before handing the blade back to Stavros, who guts the man further for the sacrifice. 

“Now that it is done, we shake. We are thieves bonded in a blood oath.”

 

“How long before this spell takes effect.” 

 

“It is done.” Stavros said wiping the blood from his hands. “Leave until I need you again, thief.” 

 

Almost as soon as I left his company I felt it, I felt something in my soul more powerful than I’d ever felt before. Love. And it wasn’t my love. It was love for me and it was the most invigorating sensation. It was then I knew, I had Vita’s heart as soon as she’d laid eyes on me. Her blood raced through my veins with more power than I could ever imagine. And I knew exactly what I had to do….

 

Aloicious Ridore looked mighty surprised to wake up to Vita standing over his bed with his paramour’s heart in her hand but she knew much as I did that there’s no honor when you come across thieves.

 

 

Free Flowing

Life’s a pretty interesting journey. You can free flow and let it happen or resist it a bit. That’s always an experience either way. One man’s freedom is another man’s prison. 

Freedom isn’t just a state of mind for some people. It’s not that easy for them. For a great many people they are shackled to rules, commitments and obligations. Additionally to tell a person suffering from mental health issues that they are as free as their mind allows is quite insensitive. Freedom definitely is a perspective and a great goal to set for those with limited viewpoint of things in life. For those seeking to be free mentally I suggest spirituality, exercise or meditation. For those already free I suggest compassionately holding space and be respectful of others still trying to find peace and try to use better words when communicating your perception.

True freedom lies in being yourself and living how you choose without any one’s permission. Love yourself.

Here’s a fun one about flowing and freedom... that came from a book of poems.

Are you free? 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m

Free ~ Hearts

(12-3-14)

These little heartaches

Remind me I'm yours

Not entirely.

Entirely your heart beats free

Away from mine 

A freedom I too enjoy

Until this beating grows

Into aches

To join yours.

~m

Continue

Continuing is the only option when you want to succeed. It’s not up to anyone else but you how you go forward in life. When you believe in yourself, giving up is not even an option. All the risks, hardships and difficulties you begin to accept as just a part of the journey to success. Love yourself because negative self talk, thoughts or words will only get in the way. Get up every time the universe knocks you down and kill it! Smashing & killing every challenge changes you until it becomes second nature to succeed. Even when it seems like you are out of options... realize there’s a way forward. 

Here’s a one about killing... 

Enjoy!

Kisses, m. 

Killing Changes You.

(4-1-09)

“I could get used to this!” was what I thought as I slit his throat with my sharp knife.

The precise blade slid ever so delicately through and through his skin without the slightest bit of hesitation. Blood spilled down his chest blanketing the white button-down shirt in a dark crimson red. I was feeling very much like Hannibal Lecter when I licked the blade clean of his blood. Slowly, as I continue to clean my blade, I watch his body melt into the pool of red liquid on the wooden floor before me. You know what they say, the first time is all it takes to become addicted.

Killing changes you. Once you’ve committed the unspeakable act there’s no turning back. Funny thing was, I knew from that moment on, I was hooked. Who would be my next victim? See after all, this wasn’t planned. It was an opportunity. I seized it! The thrill of taking a life had always been on the top of my “DO NOT SHARE” list. You know that list of dark sadistic things that you just don’t share. Everyone has one, but you don’t speak of it.

I had to wait, like a predator stalking my prey. Watching… waiting... wanting… until just the right… moment. Perhaps this is how Jack the Ripper felt as he chose his victims? And who would catch me? I would be leaving the country in a matter of days. No one would be shocked if I never returned. No one could blame me for walking away from my dead end job, my artistic failure. Again, they might miss him? Doubtful, I surprised him. He wasn’t scheduled to return from his trip for a few more days. You know the type, workaholic, and no next of kin. Only leaves the house for the office and returns back promptly each day. The cleaning lady was the only person who would find the body, and she wouldn’t be returning until Monday. But again, my darkness consumes me and the wheels start to spin.

How many ways can you dispose of a body? Too many! Too FUN! Just as I’m dreaming up new, sick and twisted ways to make a body disappear… BAM! “I guess he wasn’t dead after all,” are my thoughts as I’m falling quick, looking up at this bastard holding his throat with one hand and a large blunt object in the other. I’m Out.

I often wondered what it would be like to be tortured. Today I find out. I’m bound (hands & feet) and gagged. He’s sewn up his neck wound and licking the knife – there’s blood – while I have to watch. “See, I guess two can play this game,” he says. It’s my blood… apparently he’s cut me, ten places I can visibly see in my arms and legs. But from what I can feel there are several more than that.

“You should have made sure I was dead!” With a sick sadistic smile he edges closer to me. “Cause you’ll never leave here now.” He grabs my neck, kneels down and slides the blade down my left cheek. I can feel the blood spill out, downward, as it mixes with my tears. “I haven’t had this much fun in a long time,” he whispers in my ear.

Again no one would blame me if I never came back.