Be Primal

Warning: If you are my father, grandparent or one who is uncomfortable with sex...DO NOT READ FURTHER. I write this with love:)

Why ignore biology Stifle intimacy Fear Of what Unbridled ecstasy Reality meets fantasy A language of love and lust Leaves you hanging in the dust Stripped away Left to decay Why fuck tomorrow When you can fuck today Sex is a must Move or you’ll rust Yield and adjust Feel and thrust Let go Be free You can renew Just be In the moment Out in the open Don’t be afraid Just get laid It’s not a game You can’t win You won’t lose Just choose To fuck Say so what Let’s rumble And tumble Get in trouble Fumble Draw it in Breathe it out No reason No doubt No order No rhyme Here and Now Fuck time No thinking No stressing No guessing Just in it Sin it Win it Let’s get into it Together Intertwined Sublime

When Someone Loves You

Love feels goodReally damn good And it’s easy I hate this perpetuating myth that love is hard Relationships take work Bullshit It feels like no effort at all to be kind to the ones I love In fact it feels better than anything else To encourage To uplift To give all of yourself Is the ultimate realization of our purpose on Earth To love And Be loved And Be Love There’s an ongoing addiction amongst many That clings to the need to fight To stir up trouble That soaks up drama like a dry sponge That needs constant reminders And validation How much do you love me? As if it could ever be quantified We forget that Love just is We complicate it By writing about it Stirring about it Asking about it Neglecting to realize the answer is always there Right behind the chest Behind the eyes Reveals the whole truth No disguise, no lies We simply must Be about it Mute all other noise Listen to the pure, still, silence within It speaks volumes But is often drown out By excessive sights and sounds Purchases and luxuries A rat race A salary chase A bad man’s embrace There are no answers echoed by the mouths of babes There exist no string of letters that eloquently point to the truth To knowing BEing Sincerely Seeing Not dreaming Or hoping Or doping Certainly not moping Living is close Thriving is better One takes the cake more than ever Just this Bliss Now Pulsing with all others And the universe It’s not about god Religion Superstition Hallucination It’s here In front of you Beating within you Loving the life you Are Over the one you Have Loving a smile A hug An out of the blue gesture of kindness Generosity Without currency An acceptance Among each individual Of themselves And others And an understanding That love is kind Honest Benevolent Giving And receiving Equally Without attachment Or expectation A contract can’t solidify it A ring holds no value This is dirty Raw Pure Open Trusting Trustworthy Respectful Humorous Considerate Understanding Cyclical But never repetitive Comfortable But never boring Caring But never controlling Real fucking Love Love it takes guts to follow Genuine self worth to know you deserve And an unrelenting tolerance of life’s waves of changes Flow Roll on Float above Fall in Love With you First The Planet second And whoever the fuck you want after And ever after From Now On It’s not difficult It really isn’t Nut up Shut up And be the badass you’re meant to be Love yourself So you’re not an ass to others Don’t smother Or ignore Wo(man) up And show up This ride ain’t shit without Love Real Love Timeless Effortless Endless Fuck all these words Delete them Now Move forward Knowing how It’s in you already Tune in Take the ride worth living Surrender within Enjoy every rise Learn from every fall Love will carry you Happily through it all

Choice

It is my choice to be happy or sadExternality should make no difference Over time discontent poisons the soul And the gut Until what? Happiness does not come via circumstance There is no catalyst No happy ending There is Now Or never Awaken immediately Or else suffer There is no list to check off No wrongs to right The choice is in front of us A moment's decision Forgive, let go Before anyone else The first and last say is You Permission granted All views slanted In this direction All arrows aimed with vigor Right at your center Asking if now is a good time Knowing there is no other Decide Make a statement I Am Okay I Am Blissed Ecstatic Right Fucking Now The past is over No more memories a blur I am awake Aware So are you Look Listen Absorb But don't label Let go of descriptions Prescriptions Analysis Interpretation One station Or another Let go Just be Clean slate Brand new You're You I am me Whoever we want to be Let's just Be Choose

What Do I Know?

I know nothingBut a speck A whisper with no echo A breeze But not a gust A brick Without the mortar An ingredient Without a dish I see everything From a microscopic lens And yet I’m so certain My truth is the one that matters How could anyone feel otherwise It’s not as if they’re built with unique eyes We share the same sky The same blues and grays Similar life out their door We walk the same pavement Wish for the same dream To awaken and realize We are immortal Those same fears we each denied Those saline tears we cried Were all for not Soon to be forgot They’ll be written away Set aside like a stray That one day We’ll all wake up Seeing through a sharpened lens Breathing oxygen Absorbing information Except now we see What we ignored and dismissed This eternity This bliss Is at our fingertips Die each day So you can live And view From a lens only you can sharpen And know this truth That which connects me Also connects you We are at once specific Alone And infinitely linked As one What I know is nothing I’ve only just begun

Subliminal Thoughtfulness

How many roses does it take to earn the next 364 days off?Or at least until your birthday. The day of your upcoming promotion. The day you’re fed up with commotion. Or the lack thereof. The dearth of real love. Is that when I buy you something? To remind you to stay, settle, remain. What size diamond gets me out of thoughtfulness? How much must I spend to defray the awfulness? Flowers die and smell in front of your face but they’re $50 today. I love you 50 dollars worth today. How much do you love me today? Power tool? A round of golf? A homemade gourmet meal? Sex? With the lights on? Oral? What must I do to earn this shiny thing the commercial reminded you to buy? Sky writing? Public display of foolishness? Proclamation of love outward? Will you still love me tomorrow? Will you give in to me? Sin with me? Do anything to win with me? Must you love me in fragments of time? With the right amount of wine. Outside this structure it’s back to normal. Back to reality. Back to forgetfulness. Hell and sexuality. Where you earn your time with me. Status quo blends with mediocrity. It’s not about who you are, but what you give. How you play the game. Relegated to the same. Same three days a year with contrived adoration. An exchange program. Prostitute and pimp. You spend money for. One evening with a whore. 360 with a lady. You got what you gave me. I withheld. You delivered. I gave. You took. Two crooks. Cooked the books. Love is unrecognizable. Stripped away. Wrecked with decay. Defined by profit. 80 billion dollars a year. To prove what? We’re all sluts. Love is not pink. Gold. Brazen. Bold. Its quiet. Personal. Consistent. Loyal. Invigorating. But no one has to know. Uplifting. Without a need to show. Giving. From each side of the row. Fuck propriety. Love defined by society. A culture of need. Sometimes greed. Me. Me. Me. What do you see? Someone with nothing to give. But willingness to live. To survive and thrive. Together. Forever. Come get rowdy. Loud with me. Make noise in the crowd with me. Create a new kind of Love. Everyday. In our own way. Keep the flowers in the ground. The diamonds in the soil. Love with a new sound. Depth can never spoil. You’ll come home and we’ll play. Like any other day. A day full of wonder. Pleasure. Timelessness. Commercial-less. Nothing forced. Treasure. The heat of our breath. The rhythm of each heart. The gift is each moment together. One with all who love, never apart.