Red-Blooded Male

I have been writing. Quite a bit, actually. These are older poems. Some newer ones are also being worked on, refined a bit. As much as I refine anything. I just have not been publishing because of no time. I've actually been doing some semblance of homework for the first time in my life and I have been somewhat social. On top of that I've had lots of functions to go to (football games, frisbee matches for my dormitory's team, etc). The first poem underneath this was written after sitting in English class and, in my distracted and tired state, noticing three different girls, lovely girls, with their underwear showing a bit.... And, pardon my evil male qualities, I was distracted. I didn't fantasize in any sort of dirty manner like most girls assume men do when we admire female bodies but rather simple admired the beauty. For the whole class. And promptly missed everything the teacher said. So no jokes please, I feel bad enough. I can't help it, though, for I am only a red-blooded male.

posted by Pacer 10/30/2001

Under there. Under Where?

Sitting in the chairs
Watching all their hairs
As they cascade down
The backs of their form
So delicate and serene
And all through the scene
My concentration breaks
Upon a bit of cloth
Escaping in their back
From underneath their pants
My souls current delight
Stirs my blood to boil
And lace steals my eyes
With triangles attached to string
And images of white
And curves come to mind
My beauty to define
And their images are divine
Pleasant Victorian finery
Kidnap my mind

posted by Pacer 10/30/2001

These Wretched Poems

Wretched poems abound
In between these pages
And they will confound
The poets of the ages

posted by Pacer 10/30/2001

Sense

Feeling is to touch
Touching is to feel
Tasting is to sense
The meanderings of the Wheel
As time it leads to turn
And spokes come to pass
And Nothing is for certain
And nothing comes to pass

posted by Pacer 10/30/2001

Love

Emptiness surrounds me
Night closes in
All alone am I
Nothing can begin
In the infinite darkness
Solitary I stand
With sword in one hand
And impatience to the end
As the odds mount
And fortune seems to pass
I wait for the inevitable
Wall of love to crash
And in its darkness wallow
Not long for me to last
Against the tides and whirlpools
Of love's unforgotten past
As the drag me down to oblivion
Leaving nothing left to cast
A mold anew to venture
Into the world alone
And wearily I ponder
Of what I might become.

posted by Pacer 10/30/2001

Wednesday, October 17, 2001

Love

I was reading someone's (who's? I'll never tell, I tell ya! I'll never squeel! [G]) comments on love the other day. They mentioned love, as close as they can figure out, means focusing your life on another person. I can see how that is. I'll be the first to admit I tend to go over board and get obsessive when I get into relationships. I don't think that, in itself, is love. Love is more....greater. I do not know how I can explain my thoughts. My right ear has a dull and sharp pain combination from the drainage my cold has produced and the right side of my throat is aching. These things are clouding my thought process.

Love means you should not have to, nor should you, focus your life around another person completely. If you have to do this then something is broken. It is not true love. There has to be some point in a truly loving relationship where you can just float...... Nothing matter but the fact that you love them. I dunno. I dunno if humans could handle this. We are, after all, inherently broken. I dunno, I am rambling..... and making no sense. Not that I ever make sense, but I am making less sense. Y'all have a good one!

posted by Pacer 10/17/2001

Monday, October 15, 2001

In Class

Something dropped from my mind
Onto the table,
Rolling around
As I try and grab it,
Secure it,
It slips away
And is lost
Attention
Forever.

posted by Pacer 10/15/2001

Her

If I put you on a pedestal,
If I put you up so high,
Would you still be there
When I come to fly
        Away with you to spring
        And summer's glowing days
Or would the wind of time
Let you slip away?

posted by Pacer 10/15/2001

Fun

Slips and slides
Along the land
Caress and guide
By a hand

Slit and sigh
And a man
Lets out a cry
A wo-man

With glazed eyes
Surveys the plan
And soft sighs
Feels the fan

Opened thighs
Invite him in
With closed eyes
They begin

And their long sighs
Announce the end.

posted by Pacer 10/15/2001

Mountains and Vales

Curves and trails and mountains and vales twist and turn in front of me
as I gently traverse virging slopes and brush along the grassy green
and my blood thickens in delight and the air grows moist and light
as I dance along the soft terrain in wonder and awe and loving sight
and caress its roads with my mind and tumbling down the hill I
go as into forests I slip and fall and exhale in ecstasy.

posted by Pacer 10/15/2001

Tuesday, October 09, 2001

No, Really

No, really, I will have something for my AVID fans who read this site. (Yes, I am sure you all read daily! Ha!) Anyhow, I am trying to rework the layout so I'll have three objects being updated: This main part, Insomnia, and the Quote of the Moment. Hopefully I can figure out how to do this.... Any ideas?

posted by Pacer 10/09/2001

Sunday, October 07, 2001

Roadtrip

I went on a roadtrip. A REAL roadtrip. All the way from Athens, Georgia, to South Bend, Indiana to see Notre Dame play Pittsburgh. Then we went home through St Louis. More to come on this later, I just got back and I am real tired... But let's just say it was a great, great weekend!

posted by Pacer 10/07/2001