tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63092678387303025532024-02-19T18:33:41.395-05:00Sailor Mouth Blue Bird Heart A Gentleman made of Salt-Water, Mountains, Tattoos and Ship-Wrecks Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.comBlogger330125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-39087044020977420072015-12-28T17:16:00.000-05:002015-12-28T17:16:11.886-05:00Back to song writing trust fund: <br />
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-Got the long beard and PBR<br />
but thats not who we are<br />
more than these skinny jeans,<br />
thrift-store boots<br />
vintage guitars-<br />
Chrous- cuz long beards<br />
PBR<br />
come on baby girl,<br />
let's selfie our tattoos then head out to <br />
the local bar <br />
<br />
-If you check me out online<br />
Ill talk about<br />
going down<br />
because thats the thing to do<br />
these days-<br />
Chorus- Long beards - PBR <br />
North, South , East,West<br />
we are taking over<br />
your whole fucking town<br />
-Coffee drinking<br />
beanie wearing<br />
Lana Del rey can kick your<br />
sorry ass son of bitch<br />
<i>Chrous LONG BEARD- PBR</i> <br />
oh gosh golly neck and hand tattoos - you'll go far<br />
pussy eating <br />
pizza loving<br />
shitty music listening<br />
as long as we don't admit it<br />
they won't know , wont know<br />
Grew out a long beard- money for PBR<br />
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Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-66838324270350124612015-12-24T09:53:00.000-05:002015-12-24T09:57:30.719-05:00blinked and missed it -whisper and you can not hear me<br />
spilling words dull and sleepy<br />
I am calling all you <br />
sinking ships,<br />
swollen lips<br />
grinding hips- <br />
swimming into the depths of our darkness<br />
i asked for one truth-<br />
two lies -<br />
what of us?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
-wear my mask<br />
you can not see<br />
me<br />
Anonymous <br />
if you've never seen me<br />
before- <br />
you'll never see me. <br />
if youve never read<br />
between the lines<br />
you'll never<br />
hear me. Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-68928488283312826492015-12-13T13:24:00.001-05:002015-12-13T13:24:43.939-05:00We could be magic , but..........Lotta ink and a name like<br />
Daddy<br />
self proclaim<br />
promote, to what end?<br />
or I could just shut up and get back to the mountain<br />
but what fun is<br />
a blank space<br />
when you should be in<br />
it. <br />
<br />
givin head to girls<br />
is like something new?<br />
or is it every jack rod guy just has to do<br />
whatever the latest thing is it they are supposed to<br />
do? <br />
now he is gonna hate on those couple pics that get a million likes<br />
why?<br />
you know the ones with tattoos and skinny bitches entwined<br />
<br />
in a bed or bath tub<br />
SO FUCKING fake<br />
but go ahead. "life goal" it all you want<br />
<br />
a self respectful gentlemen<br />
fighting off the thirsty<br />
but breaks the rules<br />
for hungry, and <br />
when did <br />
BIG ass become a franchise?<br />
Im going to put my words through a harmonizer<br />
so you like<br />
me better. <br />
everything once haunted<br />
is now out in the open<br />
<br />
boring and exposed<br />
when secrets are no longer <br />
secrets<br />
then we are only left with<br />
lies. Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-57224913087531227042015-12-06T15:20:00.001-05:002015-12-06T15:20:41.522-05:00You get what you deserve - you get what you ask for to many late nights trying to figure it all out<br />
futility in<br />
letting you<br />
futility in<br />
not letting<br />
you. <br />
go.<br />
<br />
<br />
made a sunshine smile at me in line at the store<br />
thought about her all day long<br />
a simple stranger glances no longer than a blink<br />
and I played house with her<br />
all day long in my head. we kiss we hold hands<br />
and i lie because<br />
I am doing things to her-<br />
fucking , choking, scratching , biting - holding her down<br />
and this feels like some type of crime<br />
that i will never ever ever pay for<br />
we claw and grasp<br />
and we are rough and filthy<br />
and it's our secret. <br />
so we don't stop. <br />
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<br />Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-90993150962890650002015-11-21T17:38:00.004-05:002015-11-21T17:38:46.127-05:00Indian Feathers <br />
1. <br />
The heart wants what it doesn't and when it does you're fucked. The dark sky in Fall kicks back as winter blows into town somewhere but not here. I'm to far down South. I imagine she sits by a fire with him, tied up in ribbons and bows. Let me think that at night in bed she dreams of escape.<br />
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2.<br />
There is a sting in my heart and poison in my veins. I want to remember her smile and laugh and whatever.... it's nothing. I keep thinking back to the road trips and sex in hotel rooms. Just moving each other up and down side to side always there and somewhere else.<br />
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3.<br />
She kisses me and the stars shine. I wanted a religion where i could suspend my disbelief. I'm glad i can hear the sound track so loud in my head. I can hear my words as if they are being typed out one after other. I'm living in my life but not living it. A bad actor, to shy, to afraid to make a mistake or be embarrassed. Hide behind lines I've written days ago and keep coming back to over and over again. <br />
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Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-24689589688982975932015-11-15T15:37:00.001-05:002015-11-15T15:37:22.670-05:00words are for sleeping im supposed to make myself want the money more<br />
than bloody hands<br />
and bruises<br />
working fields or<br />
sailing the seas.<br />
She told me <br />
a Gentleman isn't gentle at all.<br />
<br />
content to watch what life could<br />
be like-- as you scroll scroll scroll<br />
tick tock tick<br />
sleep sleep sleep. <br />
stare at a thin layer of glass<br />
in hopes to find your true love- or at least a true fuck <br />
within that same thin layer<br />
look for something to covet<br />
to buy,<br />
to be pissed off about.<br />
hey, if you <br />
show me your best photo of yourself <br />
ill show you mine<br />
I'll put my words up against all the others<br />
copy paste any biography<br />
tell me something i haven't heard<br />
before<br />
any different game on some different night<br />
all the same<br />
just to help<br />
me<br />
sleep. Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-89967766071485754992015-09-19T17:37:00.002-04:002015-09-19T17:37:39.315-04:00Grave Swingers - Shallow and Deep <br />
trouble:<br />
god she was<br />
trouble, trouble, trouble-<br />
and i<br />
did the drugs to close you inside<br />
and i caught the rain to flood<br />
you out<br />
i kissed your knees<br />
i licked your lips<br />
trouble , trouble , trouble<br />
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gone:<br />
cant find home<br />
thought it was the waves,<br />
thought it was the mountains<br />
thought it was money and<br />
sex and<br />
the music on your playlist<br />
darling<br />
just tell me you'd live<br />
in my sound-track <br />
and it's took me all these years<br />
ive finally settled down<br />
and im ready<br />
to love<br />
you <br />
and youre<br />
gone<br />
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easy in the country:<br />
woman to cook my food and clean<br />
my clock<br />
thought it was easy as it all<br />
comes and goes <br />
time moves me<br />
out the door<br />
where the money flows<br />
the blood flows<br />
writing was wine<br />
drunk e n <br />
rides on country back roads<br />
promises made to be broken<br />
bones in our skin<br />
bones in the ground<br />
we were<br />
and it was<br />
easy <br />
<br />Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-41087064789945863702015-09-07T12:17:00.001-04:002015-09-07T12:17:13.656-04:00Half Life <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Time off from work last week and stole the labor day holiday too. Back on the island it was bottles of rum and whatever seafood fell from the ocean. Sucked, Shucked and more drinks. Salt , Salt , Salt. Must have biked the entire island. But you have to know good things aren't cheap, though the hotel stay on the beach was free from points on my Freedom card. Freedom- ha. <br />
<br />
Back to the grind, working out 6 days a week, 40 minute drives each way to and back from work. Me and this middle class work ethic- like every other addiction. Whatever it is , will it ever be enough?<br />
<br />
I like sun-screen that won't rub off and smells like coconut and lime. I like my hair to feel sun-soaked and like straw at the end of the day from the boat and beach. Shower off and can taste the salt on my lips. Drip dry in the freezing cold air conditioned hotel room. Slightly rum drunk - as much a pirate as Ill ever be. Pillage and plunder her. <br />
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I never give up on the possibilities of us. I live half my life here and the other half somewhere with you. <br />
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spice, your winter snow. It's just something in a song to me, something on t.v. <br />
<br />
summer won't fade here, and now I made a mess of everything. even my memories of you are just faded scars. Can't bring back the best parts i thought i knew. It's just a jerk-off once in awhile thinking back to fucking you. I guess thats something?- but nothing to write about. <br />
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<br />
Just because your gone -I've been an wanted man<br />
make my self pay by working to long<br />
by carrying a gun, drinking all night<br />
and havin' fun- <br />
remember the nights we used to stay up late<br />
you taught me how to write<br />
like this<br />
words in the mist<br />
words that miss<br />
miles and miles<br />
reflective lies <br />
repetitive lines <br />
only <br />
one road<br />
leading back<br />
to you . <br />
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<br />Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-11107510556394573622015-08-23T13:29:00.000-04:002015-08-23T17:24:37.131-04:00Fists bruised punching air <br />
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The last hotel room where we met<br />
numbers on doors<br />
slide the key card throw our clothes to the floor<br />
tried to make it worth it<br />
sex like every time is our last time<br />
<br />
live your life with no regrets<br />
you and your mouth<br />
of diamonds and lies<br />
sweet<br />
sweet sweet <br />
the novelty of our age difference<br />
the novelty of us<br />
of no self control<br />
us <br />
against them<br />
<br />
more so for the attention<br />
the photos you take and let everyone see<br />
spread yourself all over<br />
everything<br />
everyone<br />
and me <br />
so hard not to believe<br />
this was all for<br />
you <br />
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<br />Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-22549296634101543692015-08-02T15:02:00.003-04:002015-08-02T15:02:57.728-04:00secrets tonight <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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summer rain falling in the late afternoon. you told me you would smell the wet sheets after I left. some fucking sex you have to wash out before he gets home. I would be driving back South and couldn't text you fast enough to say what a great time- my good time girl. we should do it again or maybe we shouldn't maybe we should stop. how many times we tried to stop. until we did? <br />
the stars had to align for us to get our chances. the lies lining up with our truths. Taken hearts are far less demanding. any room will do. Rooms with numbers, rooms with clothes lying on the floor. any dark room with the door locked. We are far more fearless and forgiving. Sailor mouths BIG on words BIG on words. <br />
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<br />Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-34653492756585816192015-07-19T18:05:00.001-04:002015-07-19T18:05:54.152-04:00and then we were done ( very short stories and wonder mints) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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-the devil wants to take you back to split wrists and paper money wads. $$$ living your dreams on borrowed time. I'm charging up my space ship \\\ Stuck in a rut with same ol same old. Internet hype bottled like milk. drink it up. No expiration date.</div>
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- Maybe you'll like the taste of Robots?</div>
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- This was all just and experiment. one drug for another. one distraction over next to get over you.</div>
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-my mind was always on overtime - to much oxygen to my brain. to much breathing. couldn't calm down without someone to love. Whats it like to be the Captain of this ship?</div>
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- A younger women on your arm is like walking around with the feeling of wearing the best clothes and eating the best meal you could ever imagine all at once. High Voltage is the only way i can make you understand this. </div>
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-The devil wished he could take it all back, say it wasn't her who could not resist. It wasn't so bad the way it was before. He wished he never started his shit. Look - Its a full time job, there is no end and It's fucking exhausting. </div>
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if it could be like this; you would be good and i would be good and we would be each others everything and then </div>
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<br />
<br />whatever this desire i have to sink. <br />
It's when I feel my body as a vessel<br />
speaking, thinking, thinking, thinking<br />
always learning.<br />
as a blanket of inked skin over bones<br />
one day to be<br />
burned and set out to sea. <br />
<br />
and then light pours through <br />
my window and I fall into<br />
line<br />
flowers bloom - like a religon<br />
i keep this devotion to falling in love<br />
with every girl<br />
i see. <br />
and everything about money, and work<br />
and happiness seems like<br />
such a lie. <br />
<br />
whatever my hands<br />
do to keep from shaking,<br />
Write something she<br />
can take inside of her<br />
and keep secret.<br />
make another promise within<br />
a promise<br />
keeping thinking<br />
skin over bone<br />
keep looking at the tattoos on my<br />
hands, keep hitting the keys-------snap snap snap <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-90859375930363122222015-06-07T16:57:00.004-04:002015-06-07T16:57:54.556-04:00Creature Fear <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
The doors are locked<br />
the lights are off. <br />
Feeling lost without<br />
you<br />
sometimes-maybe<br />
okay- <br />
what i miss most<br />
is <br />
getting to use<br />
my sailor mouth. <br />
going down. <br />
the murky lake<br />
of memories. Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-9758488356375803132015-05-24T17:49:00.001-04:002015-05-24T17:49:48.557-04:00Going down on you <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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m staring out the window watching a plane fly over
our building while the boss is pointing at pie-charts and spreadsheets.
SSSSSSSSSSSSVOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Sales are down. We need to make a push or (in a don’t blame me voice) corporate will start asking for head-count.”
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<div class="MsoNormal">
This contradicts the fact we just added three new
outside and one inside sales. Come join us on our sinking ship? Perhaps
we should give it a few months and see what happens when these guys
actually put feet on the on 500 degree street.
Have I mentioned its fucking HOT is South Florida. </div>
Another plane makes its approach for landing its
so loud it covers the robotic drone of manager rhetoric. Not like I was
listening anyway. My sales have doubled since I was moved here. I’ve
already begun packing for a road-trip in my
head. But, the planes coming and going remind me of you. Coming and
going. I keep trying to see you again. If you could get away- would
you? Maybe you can come down here? I keep trying to find the quickest
way to shore off my sinking ship. Feel that high
again. Going down on you. Crash and burn. Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-62889116871226752015-05-14T18:14:00.004-04:002015-05-14T18:15:28.841-04:00All we do in summer <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Give me </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
the lost</div>
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at sea dream</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1917624093" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ">tonight</span></span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
there are </div>
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a million </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
reasons</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I think back </div>
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to her</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
and some of </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
them not even</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
sex </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
sex </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
sex</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I swim through </div>
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gallons of </div>
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Salt water</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Searching </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
for solid</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ground </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Out of the sky </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
like a blue-bird</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Write to me</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
your sex -swim-</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
sex </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
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<br />Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-29687919911362774942015-03-27T20:31:00.002-04:002015-03-27T20:43:54.200-04:00Pulling out of Poetry <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<br />
Whatever the heart wants....<br />
Well, Ive got to tell you<br />
I'm always waiting to long to tell her.<br />
The ones ive told <br />
while penetrating<br />
both body and soul<br />
I'd say , hardly the place<br />
for big decisions. <br />
to pull out or not to pull out<br />
that should<br />
be<br />
the only<br />
question in life.<br />
Whatever my heart wants<br />
you can ask the bluebird<br />
that Bukowski never<br />
lets out <br />
all night I sit here drunk on the words<br />
the whores<br />
and the<br />
dreams<br />
that never die.<br />
Ive had my fair share of pulling out<br />
and not.<br />
but, <br />
this time<br />
I <br />
think i will Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-36686914676905266882015-03-08T17:37:00.001-04:002015-03-08T17:48:22.721-04:00Wonder Lust <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
you told me <br />
secrets in<br />
and out<br />
when my finest moments<br />
were inside<br />
you.<br />
<br />
i mistook your words <br />
for gold. <br />
consider them<br />
as if you spoke<br />
to clouds<br />
or hide them away inside of <br />
stars.<br />
<br />
<br />
just don't look up,<br />
when it's <br />
raining down<br />
lies. <br />
<br />
============================ <br />
<br />
<br />
vapor trails <br />
of all<br />
our <br />
make<br />
believe <br />
<br />Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-75333657609960639412015-03-01T14:12:00.004-05:002015-03-01T14:12:57.021-05:00Words are for Sleeping <br />
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<br />
<br />
Looks like an April road-trip-<br />
Days-off from work approved. Tattoo appointment in N.C. scheduled. Tickets for shows purchased.<br />
It will be Lydia Loveless up in Asheville, NC. and on the way back home gonna catch<br />
The Avett Brothers at the House of Blues in Orlando, Fl. All the in between isn't worked out, like where to stay, hike, camp, cabin. Gotta leave somethings to chance. <br />
<br />
-<br />
<br />
<br />
It will soon be summer-<br />
The short lived cold spell is over down here- back to the Heat.<br />
all the attitudes. the short fused tempers that make this place<br />
just so special. . <br />
clouds. clouds. rain.<br />
Shiny condos sealed shut until next year.<br />
beach cottages in Kool-Aid colors-<br />
It leaves you,<br />
<br />
sea shelled and boat dizzy, <br />
the tourists pack up<br />
to go home. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-2210430297489227352015-02-21T16:11:00.001-05:002015-03-01T14:13:17.172-05:00There are no false prophets under the sea <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
<br />
and you were over here,<br />
you were under me.<br />
When my bed became <br />
our church<br />
as we ached for<br />
salvation. <br />
When words<br />
poured down like rain<br />
so thirsty <br />
we <br />
drank from them <br />
so empty<br />
we let them <br />
drown<br />
us. <br />
<br />Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-5872879354622526482015-02-08T17:14:00.002-05:002015-02-21T16:17:39.234-05:00What mistakes? <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
Whatever that is:<br />
<br />
I want to come up there<br />
kiss you on you your Mid-West<br />
smart mouth <br />
and have<br />
winter sex with you.<br />
<br />
<br />
Like a worn in t-shirt:<br />
<br />
turned out my favorite<br />
color<br />
was you<br />
and I keep wanting to wear<br />
you<br />
over and over. <br />
<br />
<br />
Like a glove:<br />
<br />
I know we fit.<br />
doesn't matter im<br />
so much - well, slightly older- <br />
with sometimes scratchy beard<br />
<br />
faded tattoos<br />
mixed with the new<br />
ones we collect<br />
together. <br />
like the bruises<br />
I give to you .<br />
We have some kind of chemicals<br />
or maybe its your ass<br />
I just want to spank<br />
and tell you<br />
things, like how I fit into you. <br />
and that we are drugs<br />
and summer<br />
and winter snow <br />
and this sounds like bullshit<br />
but its our<br />
bullshit<br />
it's our starry night<br />
when all of sudden<br />
all our nothings <br />
become<br />
something. <br />
<br />Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-14706686382223769982015-02-01T12:08:00.000-05:002015-02-01T12:16:40.931-05:00One Fathom above Sea level <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
Here is what happens- The flu kicks my ass the last week of the new year. I lacked interest in writing, jerking off, working out, scrolling and scrolling through your stuff to hopefully see that pic of you that turns me on- so, <br />
..all the things I normally love so much.<br />
I miss Creeping her.<br />
<br />
But, like a good Sea-monster soldier. Like a vampire. I live again. I changed the names on my blogs out of being bored. Something nautical and that makes more sense to the direction of where I live and swim and breathe. I'm sick of being a fathom above sea-level. Its time to get back in the dirt. Underwater.<br />
<br />
I filed my Taxes today- I decent return and all the money is going into Road-trips, adventures and tattoos. This years philosophy is to stop buying things and start buying experiences. I have several ideas of where I want to go and a few Tattoo artists in each region. Just have to see how the timing of the bookings work in relation to where and when Ill be. Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-59829617118650143692015-01-18T12:32:00.002-05:002015-01-18T12:32:45.191-05:00Shipwrecked Sailor <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
I'm a shipwrecked sailor on an island near the sea.<br />
<br />
Randomness-<br />
I'm not gonna say I was the first to appreciate a fine ASS. Big butts. But, have you seen my Flickr page? Do you not know that I started many years ago perfecting the art of photographing the mystery and curves of the female butts? So much so, I think you should ask me over to take a picture of yours.<br />
<br />
I'm a shipwrecked sailor<br />
with bright tattoos<br />
of places<br />
ive never been<br />
because im stuck here<br />
like you.<br />
I've been thinking of swimming<br />
over<br />
but the sharks<br />
but the jellyfish<br />
but the,<br />
excuses<br />
and rum. <br />
I'm building a boat. <br />
Ive survived on my thoughts of<br />
her, <br />
but over time they are fading.<br />
i want something<br />
real<br />
the cannon fire<br />
the smoke<br />
and revery<br />
I want the treasure<br />
she's<br />
hiding<br />
draw me a map. X mark the spot.<br />
I want to pillage and plunder<br />
her body<br />
and mind.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309267838730302553.post-59944180484640980472015-01-01T17:18:00.002-05:002015-01-01T17:21:28.292-05:00Start of something <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It has been the longest silence since this began. Then I realize there is no- <i>this. </i>no <i>- us. </i>Something to start the year off. The lack of ....the need of....you. something. this. us. <i> </i>The breath between words.<br />
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how close do you remember the thunder storms?<br />
the snow drifts?<br />
the parking lot -<br />
hotel room sex? how close do you still<br />
keep me<br />
in your heart?<br />
one on one<br />
nobody knows us<br />
we cut the lines<br />
we cut<br />
cake <br />
hiding away- hide you away <br />
we opened up veins - watch <br />
me - watch you<br />
I want you to open for me<br />
how close do<br />
lie your dirty heart <br />
you still do ?<br />
next to me Xtian http://www.blogger.com/profile/02795245888957168481noreply@blogger.com0