Think about
What you’d like to see
Magazine spread
Rose petal bed
Fantasy
In real life
Takes work
Doesn’t happen by accident
Rarely
Without incident
That’s why we have imagination
To edit
What we don’t like
But imagine real life
Was your
Fantasy
The teacher
The nurse
The preacher
Or were you afraid
Of being cursed
By your wife
Even though she was
What you’d dreamt of
Your whole life
But she wasn’t down
To explore your
Fantasy
Of one time two
Women
You would like
To be handled in a group
All attention on you
Taboo
Thoughts
Desires
You keep hidden
And explore them
In your
Fantasy
Of falling in love
With your epitome
Of perfection
In the eye of the beholder
You would hold her
And you him
That honeymoon
Was a true thing
Whether you experience it
In real life
Or
In your place of escape
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Author: G.C.
100 Day Story: Day 04
Today he was sitting
Lunch but not eating
She had called him yesterday
Late evening
Explained her needing
Sounded like tears
But it was only heavy breathing
She wasn’t able to explain
As time
She didn’t have a lot of
So today she would call again
No judgement
She just needs a friend
And he prepared himself
As the phone started to ring
“Hello.”
“Hey.”
“I thought
You weren’t supposed to be calling again.”
“Then who would I tell
That I’m divorcing then?”
Silence was putting it mildly
Stunned
This is where the child inside
Would laugh widely
Say that’s what you get
For trying to spite me
But this isn’t a child’s conversation
And his hand trembled slightly
As she continued to speak
“We don’t interact anymore.
I remember when it was
on the bed, on the chair, on the floor.
Am I not attractive anymore?”
Then he realised… Continue reading
100 Day Story: Day 03
Yesterday she woke up
Mid-morning
To have a conversation
With the man in her life
To get answers
To why
He seemed unhappy
About her being his wife
It didn’t go well
If he had been a violent man
There would be parts of her
That would be swell-ed
And it wasn’t the fear of pain
That made her end the conversation quickly
It was the fear that
She would have no one to tell
Not even her friend
Today she laid down beside him
Uneasy
Thinking that this marriage
Hasn’t gone well
And deep down she wanted
For things to get better
But it was a hard sale
To hang on for more lines
Of what had turned into
A hard tale
The honeymoon had been a honeymoon
A precursor to storm
Gone was his charm
Gone was his arm
Connected to hands that
Would caress her curves
Rattle … Continue reading
Nobody Knows You…or You’re Rich
My musings on the current state of copyright laws in relation to art media and those who support its present application.
Nobody knows who you are
I’ve been looking at the issue of copyright for a while now. I’ve come to the conclusion that most of my antipathy isn’t towards big media companies but towards anonymous content creators who’ve bought into the company line. This is not to say those same companies have no blame in the whole endeavour but a solution should sometimes be approached from the bottom up. Those who feed the creative material into the system invariably are situated at the foundation. Maybe after years without recognition they’ve started to forget that they are the fuel that keeps the machine called entertainment running. Maybe they’ve forgotten that without their mass support the system would have to change to accommodate their needs and wants.
With that in mind, … Continue reading
100 Day Story: Day 02
He hung up the phone
Woke up Saturday morning
Knowing it was a faux
He was committing
Knowing that if it was anyone else
It would be
“Don’t hate the player or the game,
You D-League Jason.”
But her husband’s name is Mason
“And I’m only supposed to be her friend,
Not wondering about possible futures.”
But make no mistake in
The fact that many times
He was tempted to pull the trigger
Especially at times when she
Kept complimenting him
Telling him he was the BIGGER
But a
MAN
Knows what a man knows
He knew he was intruding
On a sacred bond
And if it was anyone else
He wouldn’t mind wearing his jersey
Disguised in a man’s clothes
But as far as women go
She wasn’t one of those
“She’s innocent, I suppose.”
And the path he would lead her down
She would gladly agree
Seeing that … Continue reading