Helping Hand

Babies touch us to learn

but what do we teach?

I hope that every touch promotes more touch

and that my touch will bring your touch

and that our touch can help cure touch

Then I can cease to worry.

As time passes, we use touch to scare girls

and to kill fathers

To shackle heroes

and free our enemies

The very sensation of love is through touch

I hope that some days, the soft touch of my hand

brings you pure joy

And in a society where we hide behind our technological fortresses

I hope that the very institution of sensational connection

is not lost for good

For every gun that you grip, I challenge you

to inversely compensate for the emotional wounds you cause

And if there shall ever be a day that you see your sister smiling,

you touch her to make it last

If she should cry,

touch her to tell her that the connection she has lost is found in you

I may have touched kettles too hot

and hearts too cold

places I've been, and emotions I know

But my goal for this life is to feel this world through the eyes of a blind man

and to ceaselessly renew my appreciation for the climactic sensation of

touch

Heat

You tell me my love is a choice

My love is change

You tell me my love isn't real

But I beg to differ

You see, what you see as an attention stunt

I see as my future wife

And what you hear of Hollywood bicuriousity

does not have a home here

For when that girl walks into the room

my heart flutters and words stutter

Maybe, just maybe she will look and see

that the life I lead is meant for her

and that all the bullshit about "you like guys" will slowly fade

and I can hear the sound of your heart beating on my chest

And I'll tell you of the story of how we met,

I just haven't found you yet.

prose

"Penny For Your Thoughts"

Can I offer you a penny for your thoughts?
As a matter of fact, how about three?
One penny for you, one penny for me,
And one penny for our minds engaged not so sexually.
Getting intimately closer as we approach the
Climatic altitude of nude, mental, sensational… conversation.

Because I’m trying to get to know everything about you
From the neck… UP.

So these are not your typical, sexual, poetical prose.
I’m trying to close the door on that all too familiar freaky foreplay game.
With which most guys have chose to approach you.
While they are trying to get deeply imbedded
In the fine fibers of your bedsheets,
I’m trying to find and define the fibers of which your mind speaks.
I want to engage you
By putting a two karat solitaire diamond ON YOUR MIND
Marrying your every thought!

I want to lick every inch of every crevasse
So I can get an oral fix from each orifice
And taste you passionate IMAGINATION.

I’d rather be naked and exposed, holding you
As we’re lying and you’re crying
While confiding and describing the tough times you’ve had in life
And how you don’t know
If you can keep a relationship long enough to be somebody’s wife.

I wanna feel the heartbeat of all your inner rhythms
As they lead me toward your warm, wet, waterfalls of feminine thoughts.
…And I’ll swim in them.
From backstrokes, to breaststrokes,
I’m penetrating every entrance… to your mind.
Taking my time to find out everything about you.

Did I ever tell you about how you
Fell asleep in my presence?
And your mere essence
Kept me awake for hours
As I cowered with this feeling
Of sexually unadulterated mental connection?

And as you lay by my side
I pushed the blinds aside
And took the time in the moonlight of that night
To count 72 eyelashes
On the upper eyelid of your right eye!
Because when you sleep
Your eyes remain open slightly.

And while we probably moves in too quickly into some sexual shit
I’ve always cared more about the explicitly illicitness
That came from between you lips.. meaning your voice.

So now I am standing here
Ready to trade in all the sexual acts that we’ve preformed
For the chance to reform the very foundation
And the basis of our relationship.

So I reiterate my opening statement
And I offer you another penny for your thoughts.

hygiene

so as the christmas commercials begin to roll in before i've had a chance to carve a pumpkin or hobble away from the thanksgiving table...i begin to think about the whole process of gift giving...

i'm not all about getting a present for someone just because you made awkward eye contact with them that one time at your friend's sisters dogs 13th birthday party. my reasoning is simple:

giving shitty presents makes me feel like a shitty person.

every year my mom and i stay in a hotel in san francisco for a couple nights before christmas...to chill...to get all our shopping done. after the whirlwind 2 days are done, i realize that i've only gotten stuff for 4 people. tops. this is due in part to my lofty college student budget, but much more so about the fact that i find it suuuuper embarrassing to give crappy, generic gifts. i might as well write a letter saying "i don't know you well enough to get something you'll actually like, but i had to get you something cuz i know you're going to get me something, and i don't want to be the asshole friend who didn't get you anything."

all i have to say is: the day i get you a bar of soap or a scented candle...

.......i don't even know.

smug

you know that place where it seems like everything is falling into place?
where you love what you're studying?
and when you take a good hard look at the people in your life, you know they're all supposed to be in it?
where you're working hard and hardly working?
where you just think about it all and silently sigh with a grin?

i'm there. and i don't want to leave.

me gusta

i like:

basketball shorts with pockets, people who actually care about your answer to "how are you?," set by hairplay (curlyhairsavior), the sound of walking on gravel-y dirt with sneakers on, driving stick, rap with a sung chorus, every show on the discovery channel, any show that is deadliest catch-esque, funky v-necks, sleeping with no top sheet, little lamps instead of bright overhead lighting, skull candy headphones, burgundy, the tri-tone iphone text message jingle, albums where everysinglesong is more dope than the last, public transportation, hand-written notes, cutoff sweatpants, trey songz "ready," communitychannel (youtube), cars with bass, sleeping nakey, bagel with cream cheese and jelly, slightly stoopid, jemimah, urban looking sneakers, kitchens with an island, her, her, her, him, her, him, her, epiphanies, and you.

:)

yeeeee

PRIDE
IS
TODAY

its gay time. ;)