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Ramblings From My Typer

Sorry that I haven't posted in awhile, but I've been feeling at a bit of a crossroads of late.  


I've always questioned myself, be it my sexuality (which even with all my progress forward this past year, I still struggle mightily with) to my profession to where I want to go creatively to which pair of pants I want hugging at my round mound of manly me.


That being said, in addition to this blog, I am venturing out with a new site (ramblings from my typer) geared more around my writing, and less around the pornographic.  It will still have an adult flavor of topics and thoughts, but not X-Rated.  No worries, though, I still have plenty of perverted thoughts and ideas dying to get out of my sinfully horny heart, so I will continue to post my more naughty of thoughts here, as always.  I know I'm not the most consistent of bloggers as it is, but please continue to keep an eye open for me, even if it's just for the pics, as I will definitely be around.  For those interested, I would love for you to jump over to my new site, and check out a couple things I have written.  Both are a little darker than my usual flair for rhyme and sexiness, but with things in life, not everything is a tight bowl of cherry'd assholes.  As it is still in its infancy, I'd also love a bit of feedback, so please let me know your critique.  


Not goodbye, but until the next post, here's a fresh batch of lovelies that make me hard of both body and soul.


Rafa

Be Wary Of The Roses

Life is ever moving, want it to or NOT!

Constant motion

State of flux

Move or be run the FUCK over!

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Fly on a windshield

Stuck like glue!

The last time I was in Vegas I came as a midnight snack and left a whore with my cock slunk limp between my legs.

Played the whore

Treated the whore

I WAS the whore!

I have since made amends to my ways

Stood my ground

Faced my fears

Took whom I wanted and made him MINE!

Yet life moves on

Engine runs hot

Tires turning

Rubber burning

Time nipping at our wheels

Smell the roses MY ASS!!

I'm busy gitt'n BUSY!!

Never be content with who you are

Never stop growing

Never stop chasing

Never stop BEING!

Be wary of the rose

Its smell so nice you may miss all the beauty that lies ahead or, maybe, just around the corner.

Friction is the spark of life

MAKE love

HUG your children

PLAY God

DO something...ANYTHING!

Never to look back and regret

Never to say, “Only if,...”

Never to just smell the damn rose, but enjoy it down to the very core of its existence.

These are words to live by, spoken to me from someone too near his time; cancer running rampant through his veins.  A mentor of sorts, and a man I respect and love.

He says he realized too late

He says to not delay

He says not tomorrow, but NOW

He regrets what lies unfinished

If it’s true that God holds his best cards near the vest; selfish prick must be working on a royal flush, as he’s getting back one of His greatest treasures.

Sorry everyone, no pics today, not in the mood. Just, if you will, take a quick moment of silence to gather your strength, then:

Belt out your favorite tune

Tell someone you care

Listen, really LISTEN

Don’t just love, but make that love SING!

Thank you and be blessed

Rafa 

(Awe, FUCK IT!!  Grab your rose by its horny stem and stroke one out for the both of us!!)

Haiku Louie

Cold, rainy days in the middle of winter, in the middle of the freezing heartland, stuck in the middle of our house with NOTHING for a blustering, overactive boy to do was pure misery.  In order to keep me from completely destroying the living room, my mom would challenge my siblings and I to a rousing game of writing short stories, poetry and, her personal favorite, haiku’s.  Over time, as my older siblings grew out of such games and my little snot of a brother not yet having the mental capacity to keep up, these writing sessions turned into high battles between my twin sister, Angie, and I.  We would bicker and fight for hours as to who’s was more imaginative or created better imagery or if a word had 1 syllable or 2... on  and on we’d bluster, until, finally, Mom would step in with a plate of cookies for us and a glass of wine and little yellow pill for her; to "calm" the nerves. 

I bring this up because on a recent post from Jon @ Deep Blue, he resurrected my love of the haiku.  I so enjoyed writing my “memory” haiku that I sent mine off to Ang, to see what she thought. 

Mine was (with a slight modification to the original):

                   Emblazoned image

                   Mind’s eye open, reaching back

                  Capturing your flame

She came back with:

                          Rejuvenated

                   Petals fall upon the earth

                   Whispering your love

If you would like to weigh in on whose is better, I would love to rub my victory into her “I’m so much better than you”, self-righteous ass!! 

In the meantime, getting a little crazy with all this, I have already finished my haiku for Monday’s competition.  The theme is “birth”, and I have come up with the following:

                          A quiet slumber

                   Distant dark to shining light

                   Cries for ever more

Lastly, since I’ve already declared mine to be the best of one, my next theme is “bliss”, which I have come up with the following:

                          Hover just above

                   Ever burning deep within

                   Basking in your flow

I know this isn’t my usual brand of rhythmic pornography, but I just went where the creative flow was taking me.  To make up for the non-eroticism, I’ve added my usual selection of hard, naked men, lathered up and just begging for some of your attention.

Thank you Jon for all your inspiration, and many, many HUGS!!!

RafaDe