Category: Words From Our Brothers


My Pen and Poetry

I hold you tight between my fingers.
Caressing your every curve,
As my thoughts lead me down the path towards…release.
And now our love is spilled like ink across paper.
Scrawled out into fanciful wordplay, like foreplay, becoming all part of the experience.
And here we remain to begin again and again for as long as it takes for us to release that tension.
Not…sexual tension but mental tension.
For my love for you begins with your ability to seem to read my mind,
As my thoughts leave your mouth faster than I can even think the things I think.
I often wonder why I treat you like my other woman
When my other woman is nothing but paper thin and ruled by her college expectations.
And with that you must realize that those long nights spent embracing you,
As my hand explores your every curve and as i stroke your every line.
You dot my every “i” and cross my every “t”.
I love you forever more,
And you, you complete me

-Showtime: The FlyyGuy

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That DAMNED Guitar

My heart strings
Were once strummed
By the fingers of an ebony angel
Like that old beat up guitar you used to play
Now my heart strings lay covered in dust and discarded
No longer feeling the out-pour of heavenly melody
That once used to flow down those magnificent fingers of ebony
Like that old beat up guitar you used to play
That now sits next to my heart strings
In the corner, collecting dust
Hoping and praying that one day
Those ebony angel’s elegant fingers
Will one day pour the melody of a seraph over them once again
But unlike that old beat up guitar you used to play
My heart strings can be restored and renewed
But they won’t, they will no longer be used by any cherubim
In heaven nor hell never will these heart strings play
The lovely tunes that were once played on that old beat up guitar

-Showtime: The FlyyGuy