Come awake,Shake it off,After so much timeLost in dreams that never came true.You have spent your senses In words to the air,Throwing your reasonInto the dust binOf your consciousness.A cleansing rain of honestyWashes awayThe fog of besotted lustUnmet and unreturned.Words have...
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Do Your Duty – part one
"A young recruit pleases a Drill Sergeant"
Being a Drill Sergeant is good duty. I volunteered. Not many do today, because of the changes in doctrine and policy that the Department of the Army has set forth in recent years. Lots of sergeants don't want the life...
Where were you When the love diedDid you noticeDid you careWe are passing like ghosts UnawareAn empty hollow feeling An echoing shout of sorrowOf lossFills my very beingBounces off the chambersOf my abandoned core.You encompassedInhabitedWere indwelling for so longBut have now vacatedAnd the...
'Twas a deep, abiding sadnessIn a chamber locked away,And I took it out to ponderAt the dawning of each day.It became my raison d'etreAs my loss became my pain.Just a secret kept in silence,I would not display the stain.No one...
Being away from home can make you awfully horny when you are in the services. This was true for me in the Army National Guard. I was in training several times a year. I was away on maneuvers often. I...
Chula Vista Dreaming (part two)
"A stepson continues his growth to manhood with his adoring stepmother."
Our stucco bungalow in Chula Vista was a pleasant place to live. The climate around San Diego was called Mediterranean in my geography textbook. It did remind many of Greece, or the Riviera in France. But to us it was...
Next to the strand, upon the tortured shore,I wept the tears of wretchedness once more.His faithlessness had me bereft and torn,While wavering be-chilled beside a bourn.A wistful face was drawing him away,She did not care that he was drawn astray.Delighting...
Chula Vista Dreaming (part one)
"Coming of age in Southern California, for a stepson and his beautiful stepmother."
It was a time when people were looking to the future. The war was over and now peace would reign forever. Progress and prosperity for all. Or so we imagined. California was The Golden State. San Diego was the birthplace...
You may not understand it, but I keep A tiny piece of rope right here with me.'Tis but the symbol of my feelings deep,And gives me hope, still yet, for what may be. My lover is my Master, don't you see.Commanding...
So gallant is mine own true love,He lives to honor me.My tears do fill mine eyes once moreAs he both plays and sings.He careth not what might befallFrom what adoring brings.Our kisses might be hidden nowBut soon we may be...