Whatever Swings Your Boat

                                                


          WHATEVER SWINGS YOUR BOAT    


Where ever the wind blows, and the vibes is right, and the red light shines. I want to be.

When my mind is free of worries and the problems of life seems to disappears. What other conceives to

be right. I want to turn left. What drives,motivates, moves, and turns me on. Is for me and for me

only. If today I want to pick up and take a road trip across country with a group of friends. I will take

the journey and burn rubber with a free spirited heart. If on the way of this trip,I trip into the arms of

another and we make sweet passionate love in the back of a van till the sun goes down and the moon

comes up; and till he or she cant  take it no more then we hold hands and jump out of a plane into

endless possibilites. Where no man has been before, until we've arrived, wide eyed and bushy tailed

to the sea of what elses we can see together. My boat will sway to which ever way the stars align

and a connection is formed. What happens next is up to the creator. But in the mean time, I want to

paint the sky blue, the grass green, the sun yellow,and the town red. If that where the wind blows,and

the vibe right, and the red light shines, with no cares of the world. You will find me.

                                          

    MU$IC $OUND TRACK TO LIFE



Music is the universal language of the world
It's culture, It's our soul
Music is the play list of our day to day lives
A song can have have you in a trance on pause
Reminiscing on the past of what was and what has become
Music is happiness, sadness, and excitement all in one
A song from childhood can have you back in the same place you were when you first heard it
We tend to listen to music in our generational era
that our peers find popular
Music is our voice to our emotions
It put everything into perspective
Many songs carry meanings and messages
It always somehow fit into our lives what were going through
Many great singers of our time have made great impression on us
giving us chills when they sing with their timeless voices
Some Music makes us want to get up and dance and party
And others makes us want to vibe and relax with a glass of wine
Some Music you want to rock out to, to get out
anger and frustration
Some Music makes us fall back in love with someone special in our lives or the longing for someone special
Music is healing
Spiritual Music can make you feel like your on cloud nine
Loving your Lord and Savior Jesus Christ
Music is self expression, it's art
painting pictures, moving souls, creating undiscovered dreams
Music has always got me through whatever I'm going though
On my Journey of Life

Presence of Morning

A woke

to the the misty air swaying through my curtains

Brushed against my face

My hair let free to the breeze

My body paused with warmth

As my brain shuts out the world around me

I'm dreaming

No! I'm up!

A mysterious presences has entered my domain

As a kiss is placed an my cheek

I cant breathe

I'm breath tooken

A waiting my bedside

Coming closer and close

A soul is endeavoring to seek another

Making it way to my temple

I'm moved

Chills run down my spine onto my thighs

Exiting out my feet

Sudden movements against the skin

Has stimulated the temple

Triggering the heart and soul

A cry of joy

Indicates communication within

Quiet, I hear sweet words whispering into my ears

Smiling and Laughing

The presence slowly driven away into thin air

I clinged to my sheets

Saying nothing

I fell asleep

Tomorrow, I await

The morning misty air

Pricks......

Blood rushes to the ends of my finger

As to the, whole of my body

Blood drips through the foreskin of my finger

As pain emerges

A good feeling has enter me

As the bitter warm blood falls from my lips onto the victim's body

Now I'm tempted to put my finger in my mouth

While looking deep into my victims eyes

He's turn on by the whole thing

I'm forced to demonstrate the movement of my finger to him

As the stem of the rose leaks into a puddle

Like a waterfall, falling into a river

Creating a beautiful bath for two

While exchanging the blood with my victim

A finger war occurs

On who can suck off the blood the fastest

The taste is up to your imagination

The feeling is a fantasy come true

My body slowly forms into a stem

And before you know it, I'm that rose

While my victim gets continuous pricks from my stem

The feeling is still there

My rose is red

And my stem is still green

When the rose dies

The pricks still stays alive