Summertime

Summer tastes like lemonade from a wet glass dripping with cool
condensation. I hear his beautiful voice so vivid and I can't tell the
difference between my thoughts and actual sound. I'm in love. This time
it feels different. It feels like the world has run to the park and
decided to play this massive game of tag and I'm not it.

His kisses are so warm and so incredibly mine; I could sun bathe wrapped in his tongue.

Every morning I awake entangled in his arms and every night I fall asleep nuzzled in his chest.

His skin is a palette of smells made of orange orchards, violets blooming and clean linen dried in the summer's warm breeze; a palette that time has perfected.
The boy is eccentric and unique. He is simple yet so intricate. Very tender, but firm in his ways.

This summer I'm going to stay again. Bless me father for I am tame.

Why You Love Me

Every word that your lips shape are beautiful and thoughtful. Your words aren't flung like luck; Your words are designed. You whisper art pieces that roll from your tongue and into my ears. I listen to you because I am interested. How do you function? Why are you still around? I know why, because you were supposed to be here. Thanks for being my friend.

I Love you.

Sand paper Tongue love

You don't like me,
You just tolerate me.
But when I scratch your back,
Your sand paper tongue tells me you like that.

Meowskateh. I love you.

Super Human Bean
Current mood: adventurous
Category: Writing and Poetry

I carefully peeked over the edge and imagined so many possible outcomes of the present situation I found myself in. As I positioned my body on the tip of the rock, I started to ponder the concept of balance. It's usually not a very good idea to ask such physiological questions when hanging on the edge of a cliff, but my vindictive dramatic mentality sprung the question for shits and giggles.

Erik and I hadn't had an adrenaline rush since the time we climbed our first rock. Today's list wasn't any different from the other times we had climbed. In fact, today's list did not include talking to strangers, nor climbing fatal rocks.

Perched on a boulder, enjoying the view, we peered over the flat edge and spotted Ana and Sean. Ana and Sean were there reason why our plans for a simple hike were altered.

"My friend here can teach you how to climb that rock from where I stand," Ana yelled from the foot of the rock directly below us.

My mind immediately interjects with the notion, but as my thoughts were assuring me that I didn't want to follow her plan, my mouth was betraying my feelings and being macho.

"I'm down."

We didn't chat too long, just enough to cover introduction FAQ's. I tried to stall but, Ana's face was already buried in the mountain. Although she was brave, she would frequently ask Sean for his help. Sean made the climb in what looked like one stretch.

Then it was our t u r n . . .

As I approached the rock, I couldn't hear the voices of Ana or Sean anymore. I decided I had to climb. I embraced the rock and felt every pocket and nook. I was shaking vigorously and I reeked with fear. Although, the shaking was making it impossible to get a firm grip, it was too late go back.

"You made me look like an amateur," Ana and Sean were audible again. I turned and saw Erik's head peer up from over the edge of the rock. We did it. We didn't rent, we owned.

Story Overview:

If you think that the moral of the story was to overcome the fear of climbing rocks and how it relates to overcoming personal barriers of success, then you are completely wrong.

If you think that the moral of this story was to brag about how I climbed this rock, then you are correct, and I win.

Sexiest Song Ever

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3XWTKJGGzc

Be a Man

Zipping up my pants.
Tying the laces on my shoes.
Putting on the last accessories.
Curling the lashes.
Taking out the trash.
Getting out of the house.
Going to work.
Being a man.

Get shit done.

The Human Report

The Human Report.
Subject number 1.
A seeker of danger.

Observations:

The subject closes the box. One that cannot be reopened.
A friend, he will say from the teeth on out... (repeated pattern)
But I am neither convinced nor moved.

My Intentions:

To see the world through different eyes.

Gained:

-Knowledge. There are others like me. Those who listen and give.
-A scratch. Not enough to sting, but enough to notice.
-Experience and journal material.
-A jazz cd and a doodle.

I lost:

-A bit of sparkle from the shine.

Lesson Learned:

-I am not the observer. I am the observed.
-Keep all hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times.

Next objective:

Have no objective.