My Darling,

As I sit here in a moment of (non-)clarity

I recognize I don't need symbolism

To accompany us upon our journey

Into the distant purple forever

Lying upon a hazy mountain

Cold and foggy and fascinating.

As I look upon the bamboo

That is dying now due to age

The one I brought for you

In my humble attempt

At associating us with durability.

A first attempt at "I love you.

Rifling through the memory box

I am flooded with one wave and again

Of timeless smiles hoisted upon

Emotional connect to foreign ideals.

Mary a one feels like an end

Just a buffet of simple beginnings.

I appreciate the passing of the moments

Alongside you experiencing the world

For it is creating a tapestry of thrills

That can only find creation with a 

Lifetime of forgotten re-memories.

Thank you for the select seconds

Where you stopped being aware

That there was anyone else

On the planet at that place and time.

Pergolas and metallicas and romantica-s.

Thank you for being you 

When you are with me.

The New Slavery

      When you look at the mass chaos we see every night on the news, it seems like I have heard and seen of things like this before. An elite littered with business owners holding down their workers. Men with money taking women at their whim based on money and power. The angry majority lashing at toward one another in an attempt to climb the social strata. The government is in place, the landowners have changed, but as the populace continues to destroy itself, we feed into the ultimate misery that we all feel.

The Time Draws Near

These past six weeks have been fantastic

We have lived, we have learned

We have found a mellow peace.

Airplanes,Planetaruims and Apple

You were there for each step of the way.

A thank you doesn't seem quite enough

To relate my unending amount of joy

Trapped in each of our experiences.

As we head back toward the "Reality Monster"

Don't let go of tours of my homestead

Or tales woven from the fabric of my youth

Or looking out into a hurricane at my side.

Take these joys along with you 

And know that there will be many more

I love you.

Are Your Legs Tired?

The throbbing base begins its ascent

As the subtle modesty descends

Your costume labels you unholy

But my desire's akin to sin

The guitar's emotional lament

Underlies your sultry swagger

Your eyes lie lifeless from apathy

Innocence torn from you long ago

Your body rides the bombastic beat

Your raven haired bun framing your face

Your top obscuring my sole purpose

As I anticipate your bare skin

Your overwhelming confidence

Excites my unbridled craving

You execute your dance of desire

As I offer tokens of attention

You slither towards my trembling frame

Breasts undulating on their own dance

Gather my mind to a single sight

Our eyes come together in purpose

My hope to peek behind the curtain

Your talent is to drain me for your gain

With the invitation of your body

And my anticipation rising

The choatic lights slide across your skin 

As you writhe, mirroring my fantasy

An almost embarrassing display

Creates an atmosphere of silence

Taken with your interpretation

Charisma; difficult to explain

Alas, impossible to forget

The crescendo is within your grasp

As the audience provides support

Ever faster; a whirling dervish

Heel stomps, pole bouncing, acrobatics

You sacrifice the stage to your sweat

The song trails off into the distance

Your strategic sonata gives way

To the holistic hum of the crowd

One last glance; the ringmaster bellows

You collect your bounty for beauty

You gather your costume once again

Subduing your sex-soaked persona 

To mingle with the yearning masses 

Seeking one who lusts to touch the dream

Filling their rejection with deceit

Caressing the object desired

In the hopes of a moments solace

Descend into their desperation

Remembering that "All the worlds a stage"

Offer them your hollowed out body

Tuck your soul away for safe keeping

Giving them their song for your "success"

Taking your characterization

To dance through their minds every day 

Don't Know What

My Son,

     I want to thank you for spending the past month with me and providing me a look at the wonderful young man you are becoming. I spent all day busy, but as soon as I got back to our hotel room, I realized how much I miss you. Always know that your Dad is thinking about you and everything I can do to make you happy and prepare you for the world. We adults do everything we can to make your life happy, but only you will be able to choose exactly what you want to be as a grown up. I am your father and I will always do everything I can to make you happy that I am your Dad. I love you.

Love, Daddy and Mama J