Yan's Labyrinth

This is a new work in progress for me. Yes I was feeling a bit dark and a wee bit pensive... hope you get it. Dreamer's Reality There are day's I sit and wonder, Is this really all there is?... With love and sex and pain and life... Is this all there really is?... I once thought I had found love, wrapped up as a lovely gift. But alas, it belonged to someone else, ... and so it always will. I once thought I found wisdom floating through the amber sky, So brilliant and decadent... I stared and I went blind. I once thought I had found pleasure, filled with fantasy and 'why' But then it was a puppet masquerading as a ... lie. I once felt so accomplished, so feral and so verbose. But then I was forced to wake up and realize... I was alone. And so the tides of question continue to capsize ...and obliterate our optimism our fate and our dull smiles. But for each moment of darkness, there needs to be some light. For without the insistence of balance, ... the scales would have n...

I'm huge on mental seduction. It's all pretty simple actually, make me see in my mind what you ... have in mind... and the possibilities are infinite. So here is a poem I wrote awhile back. Titled: MENTAL CASE. MENTAL CASE Take my mind and warp it with delicious thoughts and fragrant promises. Make me cum with the mere hum of your tantalizing voice, sending me telepathic orgasms filled with sinful foreplay and images of screwing. Tickle my inner lobes, make them throb with heart wrenching desire. Picturing you in your emotional nakedness and fierce subconscious fire. Finger me with your tongue and grope me with your intoxicating laughter. Touch my innermost parts with your aching eyes and expressive articulation. Tell me your secrets, demonstrate your desires... Speak each word with need that makes me perspire. Caress my mind with smooth heated words. Explore my soul with your erotic quicksilver tongue. Penetrate me to my core with your descriptions of ecstasy, through passion...

It is beyond my comprehension just how I happened to become apart of the Twitter community. And the worst part is, I have invited, nay! ENCOURAGED friends to join me in yet another emerging NetCult ( let us have a moment of silence as we pay homage to My space, Face book, hi5 etc). Logically, one would think that after joining one or four of these things, it would be enough. But no. 'Net' logic doesn't work that way. It actually works in the opposite way. It's like a tattoo or piercing. Once your hooked, once is never enough. So here I sat on my high and mighty horse declaring myself a non-twitter-er. Perhaps I was a bit skeptical about the very name of the thing, as the short version of the word Twitter is simply 'TWIT'. Now, I'm not sure about anyone else. But back in the day, being called a Twit was never a good thing... but as the wise folks say "The times are a' changing my friend". So, I guess it's like eggs. My reference comes fr...

Weird. It's bleaky as heck outside, yet I am in one of my more stellar moods today (I say this with absolutely no sarcasm). But it is quite strange, as the past week has had me in a bit of a fog. I was definitely feeling out of it. Didn't want to be around anyone, or do anything. But today... today is different and I am ever so grateful. Truthfully, it's just plain ole' exhausting being depressed. It definitely involves more work and thus, generates more fatigue. But alas! In life, one is forced to roll with the blasted punches. I saw Coraline on Tuesday afternoon. I was not disappointed. It was wonderful in all it's 3D-Brilliance! Neil Gaiman is a fantastic storyteller and Tim Burton is able to depict his sincere appreciation for the types of stories Neil has a talent for creating, with such exuberance, that one is left with no other option but to be awed. So it should be no surprise that Mr.Gaiman has somehow managed to resurrect my value for the art of writing. I...

Today I got off work early ... 6pm-ish Yaay!! It's been awhile since I've had the opportunity to actually walk home and see a few shops still open and alive with the buzz of activity. It's been too long. There's a restaurant, they sell pizza, sandwiches and beer - at least that's what I've seen and had from there. They have a small patio that is framed by a low, iron grill fence. The main character of this tale is a dog (by no means did I intentionally use 'tale' and 'dog' in the same sentence) . Outside, by itself, was a small dog, with a white coat and cute as hell. He/she was on a leash and this leash was tied to the fence of the patio of the restaurant. There was no owner in sight and I found the situation had me thinking about how much faith this owner had in his/her fellow citizens. So much trust in fact they had no fear or obvious fear of this dog being taken. Blah blah blah blah.... I started thinking about how trusting we are when it per...

I know that my Blog name is extremely corny. But hey, what's the purpose of life without a little corn in it??? Picture courtesy of babble.co m .