Writings

Some of my writings from over the years, from youth to much more.

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WARNING

You are about to enter the depths of my mind. Proceed at your own risk.

One Of a Kind

One view
One god
One sex
The simplicity that would exist

Stories

Like a usual Sunday, Eric was at the park throwing the frisbee to his dog, Alfee.  Alfee was a champion disc player but his real talent at the park was initiating conversations with the girls.  And it was a talent Eric put to use quiet often.  On this particular Sunday there was a bit of a chill to the air and not too many people were at the park.  Eric thought it was a good day to actually get some practice in, instead of focusing on the women.  They practiced for about two hours, now it was time to go home.  Dinner was planned for 5:00, and Eric still had to stop at a friends house to get his dry cleaning.  After all, he was a man who had to look his best anytime he goes out.  Except for the park.  The park was a sweat pants place, a place to be himself.  As they started on the way home, playing fetch as they walked, Eric threw the disc behind a row of bushes of in the distance.  Alfee went after it minutes ago and there was no sign of him.  Eric called for him but there was not even a sound.  Now he had to walk to the other side of the field.  Knowing he was on a strict time schedule, Eric was getting more annoyed the further he walked.  This was not like Alfee.  He always came back even if he couldn’t bring back the disc for some reason.  As Eric rounded the end of the bushes, he saw a blanket laid out under a tree.  There was Alfee with his head on the lap of a woman as she petted him while reading a book.  Eric whispered for him but Alfee didn’t even acknowledge him.  He really couldn’t really blame the dog, after all he had good taste.
Alfee The Dog part 1

Bored Out Of My Mind

Dear Twinkle-Toes
  Dear Twinkle-Toes,

How’s the fairy life treating you?  What did the doctor say about your allergic reaction to that fairy dust?  I hope the Head Fairy was understanding and gave you some time off.  I hear he can be a real heel.  I finally finished the blue prints on those new wing designs.  My personal opinion is that I still think you would be at Mach 2.4 but structure damage may occur over Mach 1.5.  They would be sold only in sets (4) and priced at BoD 750.00.  The Tooth Fairy that was out test flier was almost totally exhausted after a half hour of continuous flying at Mach 1.5.  To maintain this speed you will have to beat the wings 360 times per minute.

How is the family doing?  I know your son was real close to the Sand-Man.  That was a tragedy.
Hope to see you at the Fairy of the Year ceremony next week.  Remember last year, the cops had to come and break it up?
Chow

Your friend,
Doodle Bug.

Some Of My Sane Poetry

Others were omitted for political incorrectness and for things you just can't say today.

The Hunt
buckshot in the open air
and the hunt begins
shaken by the silence broken
is what we do a sin
cherished as the open field
the refuge that they seek
running for their very lives
future looking slightly bleak
many days quickly pass
reassurance comes with a mighty blow
as the future unfolds
proceed with caution, ahead slow
Misery
Poor poor little me
The star of
Steven King's "Misery"

Wake up in the mourn
And I go down
Stuck in this little
Hell hole of a town

I want loose
I want free
Of these huge chains
That are holding me
etc...
Enchantress
A goddess in her own way
I hope our friendship can grow strong
To hear her voice
The enchanted song

Death to the seamen
For all adventure is gone
Nothing else to discover
Mysteries we do long

Expressions from my lips
Not those of affection
To be encircled
The greatest perfection

She has power over me
Comfortable, open, and free
Reflections of myself
Is what I can see
OH My Darling
Your beauty is not comparable among the stars
You are the most gorgeous of all by far
As the eagle flies in the heavens
So does my love for you soar
Only with you I am able to endure
I do try time and time again
For your most precious heart to win
No matter what you do feel today
Let it, like the breeze through your fingers, slip away
For you are my angel sent from above
You are the only one I do truly love
When I'm in the far distant land
To me you're always willing to give your hand
Then it comes time for the waking hour
And it fades like a wintery flower
So good-night my dear
I want you near