On Kings and Other Unfortunate Things

Who truly idolizes the king? Himself of course. But who is it that falls to a knee, head bowed in reverence? The one who aspires to take such a flush seat. The one who sees himself as deserving of all believed to be a kings right. The power to denounce all that does not serve his reign. The power to obtain whatever his fleshy eyes desire. This is who lays his lips close to the ground without the least bit of hesitation.

We will ultimately never know, because reason always seems to fall short in many who say they put it first.


Quotes for Quenching – Down the Line

A man’s face is his autobiography. A woman’s face is her work of fiction. – Oscar Wilde

What do you feel has changed about me from the start?

It is the nature of exploring what is and can be – We go where our loves take us, and end up knowing the full ramifications in retrospect; bound to go that deep as you say, is in every way a mystery. I will do things that I’ve never done, all in search of what I am becoming.

And what is that hanging off of your gaze there?
You seem to have yourself blue with bated breath,
For what flower are you waiting to bloom?
Is it the Day Lily? Such patience and restraint it takes,
To wait seasons to hold it from its first morning to its last evening.

Do you remember your own smile?
No, I know you can’t take it in like another can.
You see it in the pictures they take, and in others when they glow,
but you don’t know it like us
It is that smile that convinced me I shouldn’t stop.
Let me describe it now, I will find the right words.
Well the light, the shine: Rich as Croesus
I will stop

I… I seem to be barren right now.
I can’t actually recall your smile – I guess I bore false witness

I’m fearful I can’t bury what I’ve done, that a mind really can be cracked and poured into the world of dreams, from where it can never be entirely recollected like an egg emptied into a body of water. The question prodding is why would you ever empty an egg into a body of water? I guess just to see what might happen, only the mind is of more consequence than the egg.

I wanted to take you with me, I wanted to stay and lay again into sleep and wake up to you hitting me because I snore too loudly at times; I wanted to laugh and have it all again from morning until night; A never ending life just for a time – but a good cry was enough, and then I knew I had to get on.

The primifluous strokes aren’t always the greatest,
but after such a hiatus they always feel the best.
On second hand, the opening wine should always be the best,
Later on they forget about the rest.

I guess some of us just require more risk to feel comfortable.

The Night Thief

We both sighed the relief of an old gas furnace release valve; Turned to look at each other, and simultaneously asked with, I know you don’t belong here smiles, “What are you doing here?” We both laughed, I looked down, she answered, “Cousin’s birthday, I’m tired, and I just want to go home.”

The music is too loud in there, no one can hear anyone speak, and all interactions are restricted to one of these looks, and so I gave her the look and we both laughed again. Through her laughter she spoke up, “Yes, yes, what are you doing here?” I paused and gave her a soft smile of appreciation then told her, “Looking for you.”

Then you must be greatly relieved to have found me here.
I wouldn’t call myself a man of any faith in others, but I couldn’t have more spirit wash over me if I had been there when the third poured out over the firsts; You can understand the significance of such a tasting.

“And what does fire taste like Mr…” I gave her a name, but at that instant an altercation broke out and she didn’t hear me properly. Then another man began to accost her, as she looked me into the eyes and told me, “He isn’t shit, none of them are shit, don’t you worry.” I smirked, “I won’t say anything about what they are or aren’t.” At this time it was louder than if a person had moved through a festival crowd and made it front and center.

“Isn’t it rather maddening Mr…? I apologize I missed your name before.” Instead of giving her my name again I gave her what she was looking for, “Crazy is just a state of mind, that everyone is running from. Imagine not having tasted the fruit of the tree of knowledge. What an awful prospect that would be – I moved my face towards her’s with the confidence of the stallion’s stride across open fields; I knew nothing else. Pausing a breath away from her, I felt her look up at me like I was the full moon; She was the waves which I had pulled forth – I imagined as Adam must have reasoned, if such an innocent man could truly contemplate, that I would not be the one to pass up the fruit.

I don’t know what you’re talking about but it’s high above the clouds


How was that? Did I get anyone’s mind turning? Let me know how you felt throughout!

And please, let me know if you’re interested in hearing more about this Night Thief. Who know’s what else has been stolen in the dark

I Can’t Feel My Face

You see she likes the danger, the chemical cocktail endorphin rush – Now I won’t pin these things I’ve dreamed up on her – I’m my own man; but if there was something that needed burning, I knew she wouldn’t mind being kept warm. Maybe I put on a little much, maybe I held her throat in my palm with my passion boiling over, but she liked the way the hot wax made her jump. If you can catalyze someone’s soul right out of their bones into their own arms, where they can burnish themselves, and look upon the moment divinely – Perhaps a little too hungry; Is your primal acumen following? – You do it with alacrity and watch their ebullience do anything but desiccate

Maybe I’m saying too much on this. For you? No, this isn’t for you at all dear.

You ever seen a woman hold fire in her hands? I have.