My Mona Lisa

She lives in this little thing that I type into so madly

She is a dime store novel queen

Black as coal with hair of purple curl

She calls herself Jennifer but inside I think she's really Danny 

She works at the local barbershop cutting hair for twenty dollars 

Putting gel in people's hair is her calling

She smokes her cigarette as we talk the old man and this queen of barbers

I'm afraid to think of what she looks like without her makeup and her wig

So I won't I'll just imagine that her beauty is for real 

Cause it really doesn't matter

She comes from Ethiopia her husband brought her here

To wash and clean his clothes and make his supper

He told her that he loved her while seeing someone else

Another woman in the apartment right above her

Now her kids are grown and she lives alone

In the midst of Prince George's County

This refugee with purple hair who cuts hair for twenty dollars 

Everybody loves somebody sometime

And everybody has something to say

I wonder if she noticed that I didn't need a haircut 

When I walked into the barber shop today

Robert 

Russian Hackers

Russian hackers go away, find somebody else to fuck with!

Robert

Thats All I Have To Say (RIP Leonard Cohen)

Some people come to you in life and some people come to you in death I'm gonna love you baby until my dying breath

I wanna thank you all for leading me to the hole I wanna thank you all for not showing me the door I'm gonna love you baby until I ain't around no more

I don't know where I'm going but I sure know where I'm from I'd like to think that it's from heaven not from being oh so dumb I'm gonna love you baby as I ride off in the sun


I'm gonna love you baby
I'm gonna love you baby
I'm always gonna love you

That's all I have to say

Some people say I'm crazy for all the things I do and say I just want to tell you baby right here this very day I'm gonna love you baby every night and every way

What a fool I've been to think that love plays no part in all the things that I have done and that I'll be forgiven by every mothers son I'm gonna love you baby while I'm out here on the run

There no end in sight there no where to turn it's only love that always seems to be the main concern I'm gonna love you baby is the only lesson that I've learned

I'm gonna love you baby
I'm gonna love you baby
I'm always gonna love you

That's all I have to say


I can't stand the pain as I stand here in the rain why did you have to tell me that love would never be for us again I'm gonna love you baby cause I know it ain't no sin

If you don't want me baby I have nowhere else to go it's been you for so long and all I've ever known I'm gonna love you baby until the end of the show

Sitting by the river down here by the shore where there ain't no one to talk to and there ain't no one to love I'm gonna love you baby like I never have before

I'm gonna love you baby
I'm gonna love you baby
I'm gonna love you baby
Until my dying day

That's all I have to say


Robert
2016

Write That Shit Down

As I gaze out at the stars across the river wide
I think of her so far away yet always by my side
I met her when I needed to be loved
I feel her in my heart here with me now
underneath these stars above 
River wide river deep
my lovers heart
please dream of me while you sleep

I find it easy to tell her how I feel

When you awaken and begin to write think of me I'll be lying in my bed writing to you I have been waiting for you for a long time and so glad that you are here I know this sounds very strange but there are only certain times in each of our lives when we meet someone who has the courage to say hello or to leave a card or to want to talk those moments of attraction cannot be overlooked and should be treated with the urgent nature which they require it is in those moments when the magic of life and love happens it is in those moments when people make the connection that will direct and shape their entire future it is those moments when love happens you can feel it maybe not right away but you can feel the energy passing from one to another the energy that ties all things in the universe together the energy that you feel while making love the energy that you feel when having an intense conversation the energy that you feel when you are born and first open your eyes it is that connection that energy which I have always been searching for and found with you if only for a brief passing moment but a moment that I will remember forever it is possible to love and it is possible to feel if you allow yourself the freedom to live in the moment please forgive me I love you I always have and always will I know no other way it is my curse and my joy that I bring to everyone that I meet I wish only to find peace in this lifetime and in any others that may proceed I want to feel the raw edgy you the you before you've had time to think the you that I want to wake up next too the you that I want to make love too the you that I want to be with in this moment the you that loves the you that feels the you that wants and hopes and dreams the you that is only you and no one else before coffee before makeup before clothes naked is what I want not many people can give me that but I believe that you can you already have now write that shit down...

You asked...


Robert
2016

Bed of Lonliness

Wearing only
stockings of white lace
she gazes into
a mirrored page
that lies between naked skin
and sheets,
searching for true loves face.

Upon this bed of
faded black and white
lies a book of poems
and a photograph,
she slowly starts
to read the words
so patiently to her I write.

As she enters
into a flowered pastel state,
passions fire
is undraped, exposed,
uncovered
from the waist.

Lightly touching parted lips,
I find
a tender place to kiss,
and guide my
gentle
love inside
her bed of loneliness.


Robert

Writing and a Reading

He had laid down on the floor not knowing what he'd done while time fell slowly all around believing that no one loved him had taken all the life in him away but he knew in his heart that love was somewhere out there looking to be found

As his strength slowly returned and he got his wits about him he picked himself up and walked away the drugs and booze had not killed him and he would live to love and fight another day

She had a way about her of telling him the truth about life and things he could not figure out and she could sense when he was crying and tell when he was trying to ask her what life was all about

Some days it feels like life ain't worth living and some days it all comes crashing down. it's those days when it's good to know that you are loved and have your friends around

He met her in a bookstore in the little town of Durham while walking with Virginia to see a friend never in a million years or an eternity of lifetimes did he ever think anyone like her he would ever meet again

She was writing and a reading
And feeling like she was needed
And thinking that all of her tomorrows would come true
When that fella smiled at her and with his open heart said
"I Love You..."


Robert 

Fall Turned To Winter

I've spent a lifetime dreaming and
I've spent a lifetime thinking that
I could be something that I'm not
when all along never really liking
who or accepting what I was

Then she died of cancer and fall turned to winter

My disposition got worst never better
I would not look into a mirror or take a picture
What I saw was me but it looked like someone that I did not know

in my mind I thought I could change
I could be the one that I admired
I could be a knight or a star
I could be someone's lover

Then he had a heart attack and fall turned to winter

Why when I start to feel like someone that I'm not
I'm always reminded
When someone takes a photograph
And I see who I really am
On the outside a shell a body and a face
If someone who should see
That this is not the real me
That the picture is not complete

Then you died in a car and fall turned to winter

And another part of me was taken from the picture
And I grew tired and I grew weary
The photographs began to turn dark and ugly
I did not like what I saw but it was me
Losing all the parts that were attractive
To time and to the people who I had lost
That were so dear to me
I came here as a child I leave here as a man
Never learning the difference
Never being who I am
But always wanting to be more

Then I died

Robert

I Never Met a Woman

Darlene
was a stripper on the outskirts of town
she filled her bra with dollar bills while dancing all around
I didn't have to worry cause I knew the bouncer well
All I had to worry bout was going straight to hell
Sheila
was an older gal who lived down by the shore
the only thing she wanted was for me to give her more
the only problem here was I'd give her all I had
but it was never good enough which made me pretty sad
Gina
was a writer I met her in a bar
one night I was getting tight and heading for my car
she took me home and threw me on the bed
she pulled a shotgun off the wall and stuck it to my head
she said she was with child and tomorrow we would wed
when she fell asleep out the door I quickly fled
Alice
she liked vodka by the bottle or the case
We'd spend the afternoon with orange juice to chase
she'd be so drunk by noon there wasn't much to say
she wasn't much to look at but the guitar she could play
she sang me songs while we proceeded to get drunk
until we went into a sweat soaked vodka funk
Paula
lived downstairs with her son and a cat
she'd come to my apartment with some ice cream just to chat
but little did I know the cream was laced with speed
and she tried to tie me up while I was smoking weed

Oh the women I have known and the places I have been
while running with the devil and living a life of sin
The only regret that I have and I surely have a few
is that I never met a woman that I wished I never knew

Maureen
was a bartender a mixologist I think
I'd come for happy hour and she'd be pouring drinks
we had some laughs and spent some time down at the beach
but when I tried to call her she was always hard to reach
Beatrice
was the high school queen who I secretly admired
staring at her beauty I never would get tired
little did I know when we got together in my van
she told me she liked women and was a lesbian
Veronica
liked to go to shows at night and matinees
we'd go to the movies with the money I had made
But when the lights went out and the reels began to spin
is when the action in our seats really did begin
She said she wanted candy and to the counter I would go
only to return to find her with my best friend Joe
Lucy
was the in the circus selling popcorn on the side
between the acts and intermission we would go outside
to a trailer in the parking lot her daddy's double wide
where she kept a secret place for us to go and hide
But underneath that pretty costume she really was a guy
Debbie
lived in Dallas under the freeway sign
she'll always have a special place because she was so kind
when it came to making love that gal she was a beast
she liked it very rough for me to say the least
but I got tired of whips and chains and studded leather thongs
never being right but always being wrong
I finally had to say goodbye and move my way along

Oh the women I have known and the places I have been
while running with the devil and living a life of sin
The only regret that I have and I surely have a few
is that I never met a woman that I wished I never knew


Robert
2016

 

Week 59

There are those who do not wish to be associated with my words, to those people I say thank you. You open my eyes to truth. Writing is a continuous process of showing up and learning. I am doing both. I do not wish to cause harm or embarrassment to anyone (other than myself according to some). If I have or you are afraid that I might then you are probably correct to avoid me.

I appreciate those who show no fear for I am truly harmless and love you. Those of you who are afraid or think that I am an embarrassment I love you as well, you are always welcome, because I am one of you. That’s why I write, I am always afraid and sometimes embarrassed although I am being taught and learning to walk through those fears and embarrassments to get to places where I have never been or need to be. With that said though I would like to think that I never turn my back on a friend or someone who needs my help no matter how stupid they get. Believe me I've known some junkies, crackheads, meth freaks, drunks, and all around crazies who I could have, but you know what happens then? Sometimes they end up sleeping and dying from an overdose in the woods, killing themselves from depression, or drinking themselves to death. There are far worse fates then being embarrassed by a few stupid words.

 

I was told once at work about taking on certain projects by my boss that you cannot pick and choose, you have to take on the bad or difficult ones as well as the easy or good ones. Well, I am living proof of that to my sponsors and mentors. I was also told once at work as a carpenter that if you don’t know what to do next just do something, stay busy and while you are sweeping or moving a ladder around that what you are supposed to do will come to you. I have made a life out of doing this…sometimes it works and sometimes I get frustrated and do nothing until someone comes along and tells me to get off my ass and do something. Hence, I write about what I am thinking to help me figure out what to do next. The only difference with me as I have stated many times before is that I post my thoughts to the world, crazy I know, but it gives more people an insight of when to kick me.

Writing has been presented to me for some reason and I am glad it was, it has helped me to understand myself and to meet people who have helped me in ways that were unimaginable before. I will do my best to use discretion when writing or posting, but no guarantees. For those critics who say that I have no dignity or integrity I say again “Thank You” for reading, thank you for having feelings, thank you for having opinions, thank you for expressing yourself, and thank you for sharing those feelings, opinions, and expressions of dislike in obvious or unobvious ways with me (kick in the ass?). Believe me when I say, I am listening and learning.

Thanks for letting me ramble, and let me give a shoutout to my friends, family, readers, teachers, and miscellaneous misfits that I meet every day. I may not have much and my writing might be terrible, lacking skills, and offensive at times but I am where I am supposed to be doing what I love.

Remember always that you are someone’s muse. Today you were mine.

Much Love and Peace

I'm going fishing...

Robert

2016

This Is What Heartache Looks Like

 

I should create something to express the truth about how I feel.

Instead I pussyfoot around and write a bunch of crap about nothing.

 

 

 

Well, truth is, it hurts

ok,

and nothing I do makes it stop.

I thought you would make it stop,

but you didn't,

I thought this would make it stop,

but it doesn't,

nothing makes it stop,

so I give up.

Its just supposed to hurt

and the only painkiller is time,

maybe,

who knows,

I sure don't,

I'm just the guy

who writes bad poetry

remember...

 

 

Robert

2016

Feel My Love

Feel mylove

as I talk to you in your sleep,

as you walk down the street,
as you drive your car.
As you sit in the coffee shop sipping latte,
as you prepare dinner,
as you write the words that I love to read feel my love.
I am with you, my arms wrapped around to protect you,
I will not let you suffer or be alone, feel my love.
As you meditate focus on love and I will be there,
I am with you when no one else is around,
I am with you in a crowd.
Who am I?
I am you.
I have always been here,
now that you have found me,
feel my love.

Robert
2016

Bare Feet

Rule #1
Don't go out in bare feet
Unless you're willing to break a toe
Take it for what it's worth
Metaphor, symbolism, whatever
Shit hurts...

If the pompadous of love is real then I will be ok, if not I'm screwed...

Growing up my old mans mantra was "don't trust anyone". Needless to say I've had trust issues my entire life...

Can I trust you, cause I'm laying it all out here? Too late you say, oh shit I did it again...

How careless of me.


Question #1
Are you doing this for Cadillacs creation or immortality?

Shit yeah...oops wrong answer? Fuck...

Merely one mans attempt at staying alive for too long past the hour of his ultimate demise.

I came in to this world in the back seat of a Plymouth and I'll be going out on an unnumbered train. Before I go completely insane I bought a ticket to somewhere that I had never been.

I jumped off way too soon before I had a chance to get fucked completely.

When will I ever learn to stick around for the fun?



Robert
2016




 

White Tee Shirt

Today, I am thinking outside the box and have decided that I am going to write about white tee shirts.  I know what you are thinking, don't go there Robert, writing about white tee shirts is a risqué move, and people could get the wrong impression, but what the hell, I'm going for it.

I love white tee shirts. I love having as many white tee shirts as I can. If I could have one thing every day it would be a white tee shirt. Having a white tee shirt with someone that you love is best, but you don’t have to be in love to have a white tee shirt. Anyone can have a white tee shirt, you can have a white tee shirt alone if you choose, but it’s more fun to have a white tee shirt with someone else. You can have a white tee shirt with more than one person too, if you're into that.

Tee shirts come in other colors than white, and they come in styles other than crew neck too. They come in colors, tie died, tank tops, and V-necks, which I’m sure are all fine, they all have their place, but I prefer a plain old fashioned white tee shirt. There are people who will sell you a white tee shirt, but I usually get mine for free, people have always just given them to me, which is nice of them.

I have read some wild stories about white tee shirts, people doing things with them like wearing them on their heads, sitting on them, and even tying them up before wearing them. Strange what people will do, but hey, who am I to judge. There was recently a book and a movie about a shade of gray tee shirt, very popular from what I hear. We had tee shirts in school that were reversible too, you could wear either side depending on what team you were on.

This could go on and on, there is so much to say, but that’s enough for today, I've already gotten myself in enough hot water to clean a dozen white tee shirts, and all this talk of white tee shirts is making me want to call up Rosie and see what she’s doing tonight…it’s been a while since I’ve had a white tee shirt, I’ve been having a problem finding one that fits.

Robert

2016

Labor Day

To express is to feel, to feel is to be vulnerable. To be vulnerable is dangerous in a world where people will eat you up and spit you out. Dangerous is where we are, and dangerous is where we want to be. To live in fear is not living.

 

Apologies for the lack of posting, I have been focusing on a new Instagram account (under the same name), where most new pieces have been going. Life is about change...

 

Much Love and Peace

 

Robert

2016

Cryptic (Part 22)

He thought for a moment as if he were about to embark on a journey where no one existed, only those rugged individuals who had paid their dues with the age of time had been able to exist in this place. He wanted so badly to write the words that would embody all the passion and longings of an entire generation, of a life spent, but it would not be so because he did not have the fire, it had been extinguished by the doubters, the haters, and all those who resented his drive and his passion. He gave in to them just as he had always, it was time to move on and develop a new way of expression, one that only he could produce, the feelings that would not resemble any that he had known, it would be beautiful and pure it would embody the spirit of his loved ones and the spirit of his love for them. This would not be an easy task but one that he was ready to take on, this was his purpose and soon he would discover how to use the talents that he had been given and unleash the most amazing discovery that the world had ever seen. Listen, be quiet, don't make a sound, lie still and wait, who knows where or why, who knows when, but it will happen, if he believed.

"Where the fuck am I supposed to go, where am I supposed to be, what the fuck is this shit that I write?", he silently muttered to himself.

His reality was merely the imagination of what life looks like from another person's perspective. It was time to view it from his own...

To be continued

Robert
2016

Sensous Man

Some old, some new.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Robert

2016

 

 

Everyone

Everyone hates
Everyone loves
Everyone knows
Everyone does
Everyone feels pain
Everyone shares
Everyone can heal
Everyone cares
Everyone has a name
Everyone is beautiful
Everyone forgets
Everyone is not the same
Everyone has a price
Everyone is free
Everyone has someone
Everyone has me


Robert
2016

Forever Together

We  are not great you say

tell it to the sons and daughters

who sacrificed and gave their life

for the freedoms that we know today

With humbled heart on bended knee

I can hear their valiant cries for life and liberty

Men and women black and white

all religions race and creed

Who fought together hand in hand

for the common thread of decency

Hand over heart as we salute and pray

those who died not in vain but with dignity

forever together 

Arlington National Cemetery

Robert

2016

Week 58

I have spent most of my life outside of the box trying to get in, fit in, conform, and make other people happy instead of embracing my talents, my individuality, and my artisans soul. I should not be ashamed to be fearful, it is human nature, it is part of me, fear keeps me on the move, it makes me do things that need to be done. Without fear I become complacent and comfortable. There is something about comfort that makes me uncomfortable. Almost, as if I let my guard down for too long I will get sucker punched by life.

Note to self: never get too comfortable, keep your guard up, roll with the punches, and get up when knocked down as quickly as possible. If your adversary is stronger and capable of inflicting harm run like hell to live and fight another day.

Much Love and Peace

Robert
2016

Jump Within

Standing in a field of yellow 

Naked

Hands raised in the air

Holding onto thin

You look at me

As if to say

With painted eye

And lip 

Don't be afraid

To join

Take it off

Be a fool

Come 

And jump

Within

Robert

2016

More To Me

I won't say I love you because
That's not where you want to go
I'll only say that you mean more
To me than you'll ever know

Robert
2016

Too Old

When are you
too old
To be told
What to do
What to think
Who to love
When does
Life get easy
In your house
In your yard
In your head
How will I know
Where to be
What to wear
Where to go
When are you to old
To write a song
Hang out
To belong
Who do I ask
What's it all about
Do I hesitate
Or do it now
When are you
When are you
When are you
Too old...

Robert
2016

Be Yourself

I am constantly being told
to be myself,
but
what if myself
is an ass?
Maybe I should try
a little less.

Robert
2016

Life

She's reading Life magazine
in her underwear
leaning  against the trailer.
She looks like Sophia Loren
on the front cover
standing next to an Andy Warhol
Coca Cola painting
on the back.
It's a trailer park in Mississippi
and it's so hot
that she could be anyone
she fucking wants.
September 16, 1966,
I remember that cover well.
I was a teenage boy
and she was beautiful in black lingerie.
Thank God for Life,
the magazine that is.
It's all there was before we had TV.
Times change,
but beauty is the one constant
that remains.

Robert
2016

I Am

I am not an artist but I paint,
I am not a singer but I sing,
I am not a writer but I write,
I guess I'm not a lot of things.
What am I to do?
Stop, oh no, I think not
Perhaps I'll try something new
Sail a boat but not be a sailor
Fish but not be a fisherman
Climb a mountain but not be a mountaineer
Ride a bike but not be a biker
Make pottery but not be a potter
Cook but not be a chef
Build something but not be a builder
What's the reason one might say?
Because there are so few hours in a day
So few days in a year
And
So few years in a lifetime

Now, where was I?

Robert
2016

Lightning

Lightning
One one thousand two one thousand
Three...
Ahh, there you are
BOOM
Off to the south heading out to sea
The storm that never
Rained a drop
Scared the dog shook the house
And split my neighbors tree
I saw it all from the den
While watching MeTV
Andy Taylor Barney Fife
Little Opie and Aunt Bee
To be exact...
Only perhaps by today's standards
A bit too Rhymy...
Never the less it
SCARED THE HELL
Out of me...

Robert
2016

I Understand

I understand hate
I understand violence
I am not ignorant
I  am not alone
I have a voice
I will speak out
Against…

We are headed in the wrong direction
Everywhere
We stare at our phones
We stare at our computers
We stare at our TV’s
Yet we do not stare at each other
This is not a video game
This is not a reality show
These are real people
With real families
Quotes and poems are fine
Our words need to tell the story
Of what is happening
Right in front of our eyes
Get out of the pool
Stop stuffing hot dogs
Down your throat
No gym or yoga
Or spreadsheets at work
Will save us
Stop worrying about
What your friends are doing
Or how you can make a buck
Think about what is happening
It's frightening
It's not a movie
It's not a cheap novel
It's not the universe talking to you
It's fear hate and anger
It's people protesting
Against the rulers of the world
For being assholes
For selling us all
Like cheap dime store trinkets
It's our food our health
Our children's future
It's refugees sleeping in tents
Surrounded by barbed wire
And the world saying
We don't want you
They only want to go home
But there is no one to protect
Them from being slaughtered
While we shoot each other
And bitch about our rights
We have no rights
Other than the ones we are
Allowed to have
Because we cannot control
Our greed and lust
Never have never will
It's human nature
It's why we have religions
And prophets to keep us all afraid
Of going to hell if we are bad
Or go to heaven if we kill our enemies
While children starve
We dine on filet mignon
While the water becomes undrinkable
We keep pissing in it
With our chemicals
While the air becomes unbreathable
We keep clogging it up with our fumes
We are all guilty
There is no one pure
There is no politician going to save us
There is no savior
There is only us
As fucked up and fallible as we are
We are the answer
All we have to save ourselves
Is each other
I am not the first
To speak or write these words
But I am writing them anyway
Because in order to understand
I write

I will continue to say it, I will not apologize for rambling.

Love is the answer, we are all connected.

Much Love and Peace

Robert
2016

Broken

Broken glass
Knocked it on the floor
I looked to see
Yes it is broken
My favorite glass
It's been with me
Since we broke up
Now it's gone too
Broken
Fuck...

Robert
2016

Grandpa's Doing Yoga

Grandpa's doing yoga in the nude
What a sight to see
Puts a towel on the floor and
Lays out quietly
Stretching this and
Stretching that
He pulls and tugs
Grandma doesn't say a word
Cept "put some clothes on
You old fool and
get your ass
Off my brand new rug..."
"You're just jealous woman
Cause you can't
Touch your head with your leg"
Grandpa turned
And said
"Yeah but I can put my foot
Up your ass
And make you wish
That you were dead..."
Grandpa didn't have to meditate
Or listen to his breath
To know he better hurry up
And do
What Grandma says

Robert
2016

Cryptic (Part 21)

Yes, it had taken him a long time to figure it out, but he was getting very close. He had always thought that things happened in a fashion that appeared to be coincidental to what he was thinking of or writing about but he had a suspicion that there was more than that. In some fashion his thoughts and now his words became realities in some bizarre way akin to another dimension or something that he did not understand and could not describe. It was not like he had any control over the actions of others, especially people that he had never met or had any acquaintance with. He had no command over people, he could not think someone to do something or write about a specific action and have it happen. No, Coincidence for the most part appeared to be random, but usually with some very striking similarities, that’s why he had always considered Coincidence as the cause. His life was filled with them and they were all focused on his thoughts and now his writing.

Now he was standing in the hallway embracing this beautiful woman who was completely naked and wanting him so badly that he could cut the Passion in the air with a knife. He had written the words and now Coincidence was here in a place and a time that once again he did not calculate. It was within hours of being written that this occurrence was happening. There was a part of him that wanted to embrace not only Love and this moment and take her and make crazy love to her, but there was also a part of him that was so frightened of what this meant that he wanted to run and never look back. He knew now what he had only presumed and he questioned that perhaps he should never have thought about it.

It still appeared that Coincidence was being driven by a dark force, bent on destroying things and causing pain, so if he made love to her would this merely be the wicked side of Passion taking form driven by insatiable Lust? He was frightened and did not want harm to come to anyone from his thoughts or actions, but if it was true how could he stop it or how could he use it in a beneficial way? In this world of instant communication and information there was no excuse or time for ignorance, and if someone were to find out about his ability would they be safe? He remembered that feeling that he had in the café of being watched before running into and meeting Fate.

In the meantime, there was this incredible moment that he was experiencing, and as Love’s hands started to unbutton his shirt he remembered how lonely he had been and how desperately he wanted to hold someone just as he was doing now. He would make a decision standing here in this hall that could possibly change the course of history, at the very least his. If Coincidence had brought him here it was now Choice that would keep him.

The decision, game on. He picked her up, her bare legs wrapped around his waist, carried her back into the room, shut the door behind him and followed Destiny, to be lovers. To hell with Fate, and if this was only Coincidence, he was going to enjoy the fruits of Passion and Lust. This was not just some woman; this was Love in the flesh, and she had been touched by his thoughts and words. This is what legends are written of, this is the reason people have expressed, felt, and shared with others throughout all time.

This was the moment of Truth…

Could he, would he, and most important, should he penetrate the veil of Love? This question was about to be answered, and if she had her way, it would be more than once…

 

To be continued…

 

Robert

2016

Run

Keep running away
until there is
nowhere else to go
Running from what
Maybe it's the fear
Of finding out
Who the fuck you really are
If you stop running
You might discover
That you are not
what you think
But merely that
You are a good runner
Don't fight what works
Fuck it if you like to run
Then run
Problem is
You keep looking back
And there's nothing there
No one gives a fuck
They're too busy running
From themselves too
It's a race with no winners
Only losers
Scared frightened and running
Hurry up
You're wasting time
Run


Robert
2016

Black Dog

Keep the black dog close
so as never to forget
the darkness and the doom
which it represents,
loving and kind
but will bite you in the ass
if you fuck with it too much.


Much love and peace

Robert
2016

Not Much To Say

 

We all feel like such insignificant pieces of the puzzle most of the time when in reality it takes all the pieces joined together to make the picture complete.

 

For every action there is a reaction is a fact proven in nature. Why do we continue to challenge the truth and expect anything different?

If you give love do you receive hate? Perhaps, but the odds are not in its favor.


Rest in peace sister Susan.


Much love and peace


Robert
2016

 

Cryptic (Part 20)

It came at just the right time, the embrace meant more to him then she would ever know. He knew that he had found what he had been looking for and could feel it at this very moment touched by the one person who could make him forget the past, not worry about the future, and to remain here in this moment embraced by Love.

She had been apprehensive, but for this moment she had given in to her craving to hold on to the one person who knew her inner desires and who understood what it meant for her to be afraid and to let go of her fears. The energy between these two lovers bonded by passion for freedom of expression would continue to unite them and create a living source for all those lost without direction seeking Love to cling to. This embrace was so pure that there are no words to describe it, only that it is the one true part of life, to love and to be loved.

He was Peace and she was Love, the two of them finding each other was not Coincidence, there has always been a connection between them, together they bring forth Hope.

A feeling of optimism rushed through his veins, Love could feel him through his words, but she was driven by her own thoughts not his. He had met Fate, he had searched for Destiny, and now he stood here embraced with Love not by Coincidence but rather by Choice.


To be continued…


Robert
2016
 

Open To Suggestion

Your lips stare at me
but your eyes look away

Robert
2016

Pale (catch phrases)

Pale blush in a forest fair
slightly revealed
Wet but no water in sight
Hot yet shaded
Petite yet ample
Hazel stare
Pink bottom
Low slung about to fall
Backed against arms
Pierced naval jewels
So sweet
So naughty
Knotty boards spank
Hide
Too little cream
Dripping unbuttoned
Ripped sunglasses
In front of the mirror
Glance this way
Brightly shining
Kissing another woman
On lavender sheets
Earring stud
Fluff the pillow
Lick lips
Clutch tightly
Stare down
Lie down
Tattooed breast
Black lingerie
Touching glass
Lay your head down
Feel for it
Think about it
Show them
Drive it
Lean against it
Stare out
Clutching
Naked in a field of wheat
Naked on the white sand
Shaded
Smiling
Hand over heart
Feel yourself
Legs wide open
Lean back
Close your eyes
Untie the strings
Rub gently
Soft
Hard
Nervous anticipation
Waiting for what
On a windowsill
Lifted skirt
Daisy Dukes
Scrubbing bubbles
Knee high to nothing
Threesome in leather
Emaciated
Pulled tight
Beautiful
Red lips
On a black leather sofa
Bent over
Kneeling
Why
Holding hands
Close up
So jaded
Tied up
Too cool
Innocently
Behind
And braided
Crawl
Beg for it
In the surf
With a rose
Dive in
Get wet
Float in an amber sea
Stretch out on the dune
Lie in the grass
Sleaze in a bed
Wear men's underpants
Had enough
Red top hat
With a see through gown
In a bombed out building
Thinking
Contemplating
Hoping
Dreaming
About ecstasy
In turquoise

To be continued...

In the kitchen
In the parlor
Against a pole
In a tent
Take it off
Stand in the road naked
With an umbrella
Make a splash
Don't look at me like that
Unless
You're ready
Pointed in the right direction
And cool
As ice

Ok, hug...I could go for days

In a tub of flower petals
Tan lines
Lace gloves
Glass slippers
Nice view
Turn around
Don't smile...

Have you ever walked a dog naked?
Made love on a blanket in the park?
Rocked out on the porch?
Worn see through fringe in a field?
Had a nude telescope picture taken?
Pretended you were a hooker in a hotel?
Ask for your clothes back at the lake?
Lost your bathing suit in the pool?
Posed in a mirror?
Played nude volleyball?
Worn nothing but jewelry?
Been stranded in the desert?
Sat in a bean bag chair coated with oil?
Wear nothing but a hoodie?
Buy leopard skin underwear?
Cooked naked?
Worked out in the nude?
Worn a trucker hat and red lipstick?
Pumped gas in fishnet?

Wasted time writing stupid shit?

Just asking...

Robert
2016

Crucified Beauty

She stands tall on high heels

of patent leather
with red curly chin length hair
and wings outstretched.
One knee slightly bent,
standing on one foot,
she’s overexposed and underdressed.
The backdrop is blurred, “focus on these “she says.
Hard, I find myself staring back not looking past,
but straight ahead.
Painted lips, brushed eyebrows,
thin neck and waist,
swollen breasts fall gently as black lace covers passions fruit.
A white light frames this crucified beauty come for me.
Oh, if I should not wake,
let me linger here for a moment with my angel.

 

Robert

2016

 

Week 46-52

 

Somewhere along the line we lost a few weeks of posts. I'm not sure where or when but we are behind or maybe I started late but it is one year since I moved to this old house. I would like to thank all of the people who have supported me and continue to keep tabs on me while I go through this difficult time in my life.

 

This little video is of Ms. Virginia upon my return from overseas spending some morning time together down on the beach in front of the house...

 

Birthday greetings, yeah I had a birthday two weeks ago, thanks...

 

 

Went to the Washington Folk Festival at Glen Echo Park in Maryland with my friend who bought me a ticket for the merry go round. I didn't get on but it was cool.

 

Group called the Magpies singing some old Woody Guthrie songs.

 

Met some cool people at the festival, especially the folks at Mystic Water Soap. If you need a bath these are the people to see

 

Had to buy some pottery, since the park is famous for its arts and craft especially the potters. This piece I'm hoping will serve up some good beans and rice

 

 

I will have to catch up with these missing weeks for my journal somehow, so if you see some random posts with weeks out of sort don't pay any attention, you'll know what I'm doing.

 

Hopefully not the last sunrise....

 

Depression is serious, don't take it lightly. If you have a friend or family member that you think might be going through a rough time give them a shout out and let them know that someone cares. People have a tendency to not want to share their burdens with others until it's too late. As for me, I will keep writing all the stupid shit that comes into my head, and as long as that one computer that pops up when I post keeps coming back I'll be ok. Thank you whoever you are...I love you.

 

Much Love and Peace

 

Robert

2016

Cryptic (Part 19)

As the rain fell harder and harder his thoughts went deeper and deeper. She could feel everything that he felt, his darkest secrets, his passion, his desire. There was no stopping now she had to have more. The more she read the deeper he went, pounding at her heart, he made her want to feel vulnerable in a way no one had ever made her feel before. As the rain fell she thought only of him and his words and she moaned. These words were meant for her, she knew it, and she could feel him reaching out from the pages to take what she was willing to give to him. It was as if he had read her mind and knew all the right places to touch her. His words made her feel comfortable, relaxed, and then, as she laid there with her mind wide open he drove his point in so deep that it made her body quiver.

Suddenly, a knock on her door. She thought to herself who could that be? She set the book down and hurriedly put a robe over her naked body. “Wait just one second please, I’m not dressed” she muttered. “That’s what I was hoping for” the reply came from the other side of the door. The hell with the robe she thought, she got up out of bed quickly and went to the door, “is that you”, she whispered. “Yes, I have something that I would like to discuss, please let me in”. She opened the door slowly and when she saw him standing in the hall it was as if a dream or vision had come to life. Everything that she had imagined, thought of, and craved moments ago laying in her bed was standing right in front of her. He moved towards her put out his hand and touched her, “so nice to see you”, he said, “I was just thinking about you”.

 

Is this Coincidence she thought, if it was, how perfect.

 

To be continued…

 

Robert
2016

 

I Love You Too

I am not afraid to say “I Love You”. You know who you are, yeah you… Why should I be, is there a law against being in love? Is there an unspoken rule that says I cannot love you? Do you not want someone to love you? Do you not want someone to say that they love you? I want someone to say it to me. I want everyone to say it to me if they want to. So why are you afraid? Just say it…. I LOVE YOU! There, now doesn’t that feel better….

Thanks, I love you too

 

Robert

2016

Words of Encouragement

stand tall
stand proud
you are an elegant man
women adore you
men admire you
the world is yours
all eyes are upon you
no one can resist your charm
neatly dressed
hair combed
beard lightly shaved
tapered shirt
fitted trousers
you are a star
this is your stage
now shine


thanks dad
happy fathers day


Robert
2016

Two Bars of Soap

Two bars of soap
but I can't get clean
Some might ask
what the hell does that mean
If you look closely
at my body and soul
you will find it filled
with life's scars
bruises and holes
Come closer to my fire
where hell burns with no flame
to the water’s edge indecently
frozen in the shallow state
of whence I came
Only then perhaps
you might be able to see
why two bars of soap
are not enough
to release my mind
of my burden and be free
Rosemary mint
and lavender scent
I rub and I scrub
until my skin is red
Why oh why
must it be so hard
to write how I feel
about those who are dead
Why can I not
be in this moment
and feel the love
all around me instead
If you read this and think
he is surely a fool
to stay locked away
and to run so far as he has
scream from the roof top
let me know what to do
that is not insane
For desire is the key
and my ghosts are the lock
unwilling to open
so others may see
what only my eyes
from near and from far
can make out in the dark
of the worst case of bad fortune
of any man woman or child
If there was a soap
made of iron and steel
forged from the chains
of emotions held inside
crying for mercy
I still would ask
unmercifully why
cannot I get clean

Robert
2016

 

Arms, Elbows, Tits, and Ass

Slide in and out, up and down.

Hands try to hold on.

I am erect, you are curved.

Arms, elbows, tits and ass.

We stand alone yet joined together.

Black and white with shades of gray.

You go up while I go down.

You go out while I come in.

The answer is the question.

Why do I love you?

Why?

Do I love you?

In life there are people and things you love, and people and things you think that you love. The difference is so slight that sometimes it's difficult to tell the difference.

When in doubt, wait. True love does not know time.

Robert
2016

The Wave Will Come

Note to self:

Life's a lot like surfing, some days there's no waves but you go out anyway hoping that the wind picks up or the tide changes.

The wave will come, be there to catch it when it does...

 

Robert

2016

Beauty Never Lost

Gaze into the mirror,

one knee upon a chair.

When self

is lost or doubtful,

take a moment,

pause to stare.

Reflecting back,

on tip toe and bended knee,

books on a shelf nearby

cannot transcribe the image

that we see.

Lean closer to the mirror,

hear the whisper from the page,

“I loved you then”,

“I love you now”,

no matter, age.

Lest not forget,

sometimes quiet

yet still remains,

time reflecting

beauty never lost

in the mirror’s frame.

 

Robert

2016

 

Week 45

Across the water lies a land I hardly know

Of green and yellow broom

Where flower colors brightly show

When summer days replace the winter gloom
 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The land of my fathers, the land where I belong"...


Robert

2016