Sweet Honey drips across chapped bare lips.
A sated man loathes foreign honey.
For in due season a man cultivates his delicate honeycomb fruit.
While slowly watching his honey pot boil brew.
Tag: Stories
Repentance awakes Justice, Justice cries for Judgement.
If there be iniquity in my hands; if I have rewarded evil unto him that was at peace with me; what do I do to be free?
Gone, Lost and Out of Touch
Circumstantially blind, still searching for entry to the other side.
Attached to the scent of the Devine feminine womb, you can’t re-enter mines, longing to be reborn through time.
They think I’m a lost little kitten, who’s lost her mittens, beaten by the wind, but that’s a BigContradiction to what their actually seeing.
I’m a physician not a magic magician, my head is sound and I’ve always been anchored to the ground.
Real Men Don’t Play
Real men don’t play when developing a cognitive dissonance. Television and exaggerated theater major’s have successfully reprogrammed our minds to adapt and normalize the challenges of problem solving.
Gone, Lost and Out of Touch
Circumstantially blind, still searching for entry to the other side.
Attached to the scent of the Devine feminine womb, you can’t re-enter mines, longing to be reborn through time.
They think I’m a lost little kitten, who’s lost her mittens, beaten by the wind, but that’s a BigContradiction to what their actually seeing.
I’m a physician not a magic magician, my head is sound and I’ve always been anchored to the ground.
Smile For Me
I wonder how it is in the life of a man. I shall have to take my time and ask about. How often do women hit you with a line dripping in skin crawling stereotypes?