Liars need not apply!

I may look like a fool for going out of my way and being kind to you; generously pouring out my attention, my time, and my feelings but none of these niceties are done because you or others deserve them.

I treat people with respect and try to honor their likes and stay away from their dislikes methodically to diplomatically set my relational boundaries.

These invisible parameters are there with much reason:

MEN, I don’t want your lame advances and offers of lust-I only fuck people I have gotten to know, genuinely like, and who I would trust to untie me if it ever went that far! (Also, I most value that you have a clean bill of health before we ever consider exchanging fluids!)

WOMEN, keep your advice to yourselves; if ever I engage in conversation with your sex it’s to talk with you not be talked down to. Anytime I do ask for advice, tips, or recipes, I appreciate the input but go slow because I have a severe attention deficit problem and can only focus on one thing like a guy. (Also, I most value that you have a clean bill of health before we ever consider exchanging fluids!)

Despite it’s rough edges, blunt honesty is welcomed; just forgive me in advance because I left my “nice” filter in a small, dark, wet gap so I have a problem with being brutally honest at the most inappropriate moments at all social functions and in most public spaces.

People, take time to make me laugh (I mean really laugh) if you want to impress me or keep me distracted. My children learned early on that it was the only way I’d pour out any of my loving attention on them (kidding!)

If you bother lying to me, don’t ever bother with me. I hate catching people in their lies and I imagine violence of all fancy sorts on you when you continue to feebly cover your ass with more lame stories or excuses.

That is all, thank you all for your time.


For my sons to never forget:


If-Rudyard Kipling


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man my son!


All the life we were burning through
What with your memory shall I do
I opened up the deepest of my inside
It was all I had left to give
To you.
Where did I go wrong with you?
Martin Sexton

Stuck at work

11 P. M.

Why are you so far away?

Ugh, is it still 6?


Empty Impatience

I watch the time crawl

No relief at my arm’s length,

My warm home freezing.


My being burns with indifference sometimes but most times…
I hate your obscure agendas.
Someday, light will reveal all that you’ve hidden and I will be free with a heart bursting truths.


Teal is the color of a snake,
Sometimes teal is on a cake.
Teal is the color of a blowtorch fusion,
Teal is the feeling of confusion.
Teal is a brother of blue,
Teal is a happy feeling too!
Teal is the color of lizard scales,
Teal doesn’t like it when he fails.
Poem “What is Teal?” by Seb

Poetry

Wow, how I like it!

But I am stuck in haiku,

5,7, and 5.


Damn this heart!

Grounded are my walls,

I’m resenting your conquest.

Wish I’d been a stone.


Communication

Speak, type, or think words!

I miss your disarming wit,

Revive my dry soul.