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