Forever Locked in Minds?

untruths….damage

A collection

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Thanks to the spreaders and the damage you did!

I’m A Cowboy

Lonely when away
Connected to the anchor
Out of place
Besides her, no friendly face
Wanted desired acceptance

Long lonely roads
It’s a job I do
I’ll drive all night
Relief from this longing, this pang

I’ll do the things she craves
As this world seemingly implodes
Oh please…love Me forever
B/bound

Today Sir is a Zombie

I was 5..maybe 6
I remember swinging in My backyard..listening to the jets overhead, and racing the shadows of clouds as they passed through the yard. I haven’t thought of that…for a long…long time

Interesting what One finds when doing a search of His alter ego on google. I found old comments on blogs that I made years ago. (like the one above)  I found things that I KNOW  My close family wouldn’t approve of.  That something must be wrong with Me….Hell, I wonder this almost every day.

The comment above reminded Me of a time in My life where My biggest concern was in what mom was going to make for dinner that night.

I got done with work early today, and arrived to an empty apartment by mid afternoon.  I turned on the TV….found nothing of interest to watch.  I reheated Two pieces of leftover pizza.  I made Myself Two drinks…and midstream of drink #2 I started to feel

…I’ve affected family(s) and innocents in a negative way.  This is My doing…all of it so I could live a D/s  lifestyle that I feel I must have.  My mother once told Me:  “quit being so selfish”  (yes..parents stearn words effect even truck drivers)

I’m sure the alcohol is typing here tonite, but as I look out over the valley sitting here alone….

I hear jets overhead

I feel alone

I feel selfish

I wonder                am I?

Well no one told me about her, what could I do Well no one told me about her, though they all knew But it’s too late to say you’re sorry How would I know, why should I care Please don’t bother tryin’ to find her She’s not there
Well let me tell you ’bout the way she looked The way she’d act and the colour of her hair Her voice was soft and cool Her eyes were clear and bright But she’s not there
—— electric piano ——
But it’s too late to say you’re sorry How would I know, why should I care Please don’t bother tryin’ to find her She’s not there
Well let me tell you ’bout the way she looked The way she’d act and the colour of her hair Her voice was soft and cool Her eyes were clear and bright But she’s not there

Thappy Hanksgiving

Everything’s upside down

                                                                                                                                                                                                            Out of wack

Loved ones  missed, My parents and families pissed….But….A long awaited need was finally acted upon.  Is there ever a good time?  Thappy Hanksgiving to A/all…

It  feels like the poem on a bottle of Zin!

I’m raging with ire, an ocean of fire,

My Wrath is the path to all I desire,

Oh Lord, forgive Me My Zins

I’m inflated with pride, near-bursting inside,

A self-centered repenter, Vanitys’ bride

Oh Lord, forgive Me My Zins

I’m mired in mud, inert as a slug,

Sloth is the cloth thats’ woven My rug,

Oh Lord, forgive Me My Zins

I eat day and night, consuming all in My sight,

A glutton with nothing but a huge appetite,

Oh Lord, forgive Me My Zins

My will I ignore, My envy’s a chore,

Over-zealous and jealous, I want so much more,

Oh Lord, forgive Me My Zins

I’m ravenous to feast, an insatiable beast,

I concede to the greed demanding release,

Oh Lord, forgive Me My Zins

I hunger for trust, My craving’s a must,

My sin is the Zin enslaving My lust

Oh Lord, forgive Me My Zins

-Kevin Phillips