Righteous, unholy anger...

To be clear, I want to make all understand that I will see them squirm and weep in bitter agony at their evil foolishness and selfish spite when they realize just what they have stoaked in me and how utterly cut off they will be from whom they abuse so carelessly, when the time comes, and I will allow the darker parts of me to relish it to its fullest...

There can be no remorse in me for this, and I will gladly allow myself to be dammed for it...

~Caleb

Lonesome Praire

I strike the match upon my handle, the wear pollished bone, the aged iron rests in leather set, lines matching my own, the flame touched the paper makein's alight and the smoke fills my breast, like the dark clouds rolling in from the north, my mind boils ever yet.
A pang, a hunger or an ache besets me, as I stare at the bonnets and brushes and blankets faded tint, my eyes gaze idly at the fire and color of one more lonely sunset.
I see her face in the clouds gathered, mama sky is cookin' up a shower, but it tis her golden blue green eyes I've not seen in two moons now, I'm lost beyond their power.
Where I not so very alone, save my horse and dog, I'd spare the breath to utter words croaking like some political frog.
But tis not my nature to speak without expecting some repose, so I sigh out some smoke and close my eyes and remember the warmth of her nose, pressed to my leathery cheek, her voice so soft as she inquires me for some rapture, but not now says I, I've a trail to ride, stray cows I must capture.
But when my work is then done, and to town I will ride, I will wrap my arms about you, like my gunbelt on my hips tonight, tomorrow I will entrap you...

~Caleb

Countdown...

My knuckles throbed, the crimsom oozed, DNA's biological flow, my goodwill abused,
He sputtered shocked, dribbled did he, uncomprehending the pain, bore true by me,
She should have, cried out foul, you turned inwardly, change concrete now,
"It's over sir.", I did say, you stood behind, burn darkly today,
My feelings vetted, your honor upheld, broken free now, no words weld,
The bonds shattered, fragments now cold, they don't understand, how defiantly bold,
I truly am, it's your fault, but be glad, heart of gault,*
You're safe now, sheltered within me, forget the foolish, they won't see,
The love purest, beyond their grasp, built on time, connected strongly clasp,
Our fate now, conjure up destiny, worthier parts now, we seek serenity,
So come sojourn, this road life, waypoints pass quickly, joy and strife,
Make the time, mark the hours, bind your heart, like summer flowers,
Blossom so sweetly, the suns direction, rest my love, now in affection,
Melt away slowly, in my arms, sleep free love, safe from harms,
Forget the world, I beg now, sooth my ache, someway or somehow,
Touch my heart, and I too, caress you tenderly, I love you...

~Caleb

*Gault = derivative of old German word for "Gold"

Summertime

So it seems to me that My poor old bloggy hath been rather slowly dwindling as of late, and I have been pondering on taking up the pen, so to speak, and writing some more here, and I have in fact tried to pick it up on my fiction writing as well, and am making some slow but sure headway. But I will comment on that later maybe.

For the moment, while I fight the typos that ensure when one has not typed very fast or for very long in recent weeks, I should like to speak upon the magical and singular moment in time, we all have, at least once every year, and for many of us, within a rather wide (depending on your viewpoint I guess) window of time.

Two words; Summer Vacation.

My own vacation will be between June 27th, and July 11th, where I will not work hardly one iota, the love of my life will fly down to visit me, and we shall enjoy a few many a lazy summer day trolling museums, movie theaters, Whataburger, Jack in the Box, Steak n' Shake, the mall, and any parks we fancy, including water-parks, and amusement-parks, and we will also likely just find ourselves a place to park, sit, and talk, maybe go on a picnic, or just wander about the streets of downtown, and see the sights, grab some Five Guys, and enjoy some live music, hell, I might even be persuaded to bust out the old Ovation and bang out a few tunes of my own.

All I want is to spend some quality time with her, and for you who are thinking perverted thoughts, shame on you, that is NONE of your affair or concern as to if I and my love get a little "extra close and affectionate" it is our own business, and our stance is set to be honorable and dedicated to one another from now until I marry her, and then the real fun can start in earnest. :)


In the meantime... I pine for her, I burn for her touch, thirst for her lips, crave her smile, and her hand in mine... Tis' a hard row to hoe, a crappy line to tow, and a line I shall walk because she is mine.

I almost can't wait for next summer... Almost...


So anyways, all you wonderful interwebs peeps, if you live in the Good Ol' U S of A, you know the romance and magic summer holds for us, the dreams, the joys and the lessons that are learned, be it learning how to drive a stick, how to kiss, how to dance, or how to let go and be free, here's to a happy, and safe summer to us all, may it last longer in our hearts and minds than it does on the calenders and bank balances!



Deuces n' rock chillens' Live, Laugh, Love, and Endure.

~Caleb