Gwen packed the materials together with care meticulously placing them in the brown paper box and wrapping it tightly and lovingly. They were the most illicit acts caught on film and video ever put together. Some where captured with Bens knowledge and other in secret.
Zen On The Sticks
Ok, I’m going to start off with a confession. I guess you can say I've spent my whole life threading the needle. At one stage I was a compulsive gambler, and it was bad… really bad. Sure I’ve made light of it and even said to some in a bragging fashion that the most I’ve lost in a night was 30 thousand dollars. I’m sure this candid fact will shock and anger some who understand the value of money. I'd say when it comes to gambling my rock bottom was leaving one of my ex's with strange movers from craigslist, while I got stuck on the roulette table at a local casino called Arizona Charlies. It was supposed to be just to cash a check, but turned into the whole night and admittedly I left my ex there in the upscale Vegas apartment with no money or supervision while I gambled the night, and my money away.
The Vocal Virgin
I’m a Vocal virgin. New to the scene out here trying to lose my virginity, but the world’s so mean. Two views in two months; wtf... I’m not the best looking, but I would venture to say I’d get better results on tinder any day. I don’t get it. I mean, I’m a creative guy with lots to say. I admit I'm far from perfect, but shit, I’m creative and have lots to say. Born in New York, I packed up my crutches and ventured away. To show I’m independent and like Frank, I always wanted to do it my way. From when I was in fourth grade, I knew I would be a writer one day. Shorty stories, speeches, and poems would get me sent to the principal's office like every day. In school, I developed a following, albeit underground, but still, I made a sound. Then college around. I had my adventures but admittedly lost some ground. Let a scholarship slip away because self-worth and discipline gave way to parties and a sales job that paid more than your average wage. Still making money but not having a sense of self can lead you astray. New York to Philadelphia Temple was an adventure. Barely was I making my way, and then I found baby mom's number in NJ. It wasn’t love or anything of the sort, just a start. Finding a girl that showed me value when my dad was too busy working and my mom always seemed to me make me feel worth less than anybody. Still, this isn’t a pity party. Hold your refrain before you say poor me because here the story starts to change. I dropped out of school and went back to New York for a few days, but this wasn’t for me. So one night at midnight, I packed what little I owned in trash bags, tossed them in the back of my old Mazda 626, and hit the highway.
The Gaping Wound...
This gaping wound Open hole blistering and festering I push on But I’m dead inside Feels like I’m already doomed Persisting and resisting
I Walked Out Of Heaven
I left heaven Walked straight out Cause I was too afraid That’s my refrain Now back to the disdain A willing victim to the pain
Longing for greatness Even just to taste it But my talents wasted And the devils already paved the way The only one that rewards me
Pages turn Feelings like soft embers burn Like ashes spilled from an urn My heart begins to yearn Whispers echo in my head
What Happens To A Dream Deferred... Ode To Langston Hughes And Maya Angelou
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it evaporate like water spilled in the sun? Or Does it linger like the scent of a loved one?