Prepared Compared

My experience has been that any speech will be slightly different delivered than rehearsed. Here's the speech I gave at the Mr. San Diego Leather 2010 contest. The other contestant was Anthony who spoke first.

As Prepared

In a life full of stories

My earliest memories

Go back to Sunday School

And learning the golden rule.

The kids with me then

Were still in the same pool

Several years later when

We graduated from high school.

The last time I went to a class reunion

I felt we had nothing in common

I had a strong sense of disunion.

I only wanted to run.

That’s a sharp contrast

To when I’m with leather folk.

I never feel outcast

And that’s no joke.

You are my people, my tribe.

It’s hard for me to describe,

My feelings run deep inside.

Regardless of any personal difference

I challenge you to pursue excellence

Becoming a person of quality

Living life with a touch of frivolity.

As Aired

In a life full of stories

My earliest memories

Go back to Sunday School

And learning the golden rule.

The kids with me then

Were still in the same pool

Several years later when

We graduated from high school.

The last time I went to a class reunion

I felt we had nothing in common

I had a strong sense of disunion.

I only wanted to run.

That’s a sharp contrast

To when I’m with leather folk.

I never feel outcast

And that’s no joke.

You are my people, my tribe.

It’s hard for me to describe,

My feelings run deep inside.

Like Anthony it's hard for me to yelp

And ask for help.

Regardless of any personal difference

I challenge you to pursue excellence

Becoming a person of integrity

Living life with a touch of frivolity.

Reception Perception

This year I'm a entrant in the 2010 Mr. San Diego Leather Contest.

Reception Perception

Here's a summary vocabulary test,

My observations from the contest:

An absence of animosity,

The abundance of generosity,

A paucity of gradiosity,

The precosity of fabulosity,

The ridiculosity of pomposity

And the velocity of verbosity and vociferosity.

Bawdy Body

Bawdy Body

Kiss me from my eye to my thigh.

Blow on me from my ear to my rear.

Lick me from my gut to my butt.

Touch me from my lip to my hip.

Taste the forbidden fruit.

Play with my root

Chakra. Explore more

Of what we're here for.

Without hesitation

Let romance

And sensation

Begin to enhance

The erotic stimulation.

Let's remeasure

The level of pleasure.

Let our interaction

Start a chain reaction.

Take me over the top,

More, more, don't stop.

My body's all yours

And I'm out of metaphors.

I really don't mind

If you help me find

The splendid sights

From obscene heights.

The universe's within reach

As I let out a screech

A tidal wave of sensation

Culminates the mobilization

Of intercourse and interaction

To mutual satisfaction.

From this time hence

There is no sense

In trying to compare

A feeling that rare.

Filed forever in my memories

Are the rockets and glories

Of your bestowment

Of that special moment.

I don't care if they call it a sin,

I just want to do it again.

Valise's Pieces

It's no use

To refuse a Muse.

I wasn't hired.

I was inspired.

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I knows what I knows

And that's the way it goes.

Sometimes life smells like a skunk

And sometimes it smells like a rose.

First Blog

Amazing how the universe provides. A couple of weeks ago I exchanged emails with my niece about starting a blog, but put it off until I had time to digest the instructions. Then tonight I wanted to comment about someone else's blog, but in order to do so I had to set up a blog account.

My blog name loosely translated from latin means hits & misses, literally it means information and error. That's the extent of my latin. It was a stretch to put in "et" instead of "and." I plan to use this blog for poems and opinions. You may like what I post, that's datum. I may change my opinion, that's erratum.

It may be lyrical and descriptive, but if it doesn't rhyme it's not poetry. Poems should rhyme. That's how they're distinguished from prose. I tried to post a poem on Facebook, but it took out all the line returns and ruined the poem. Here's the poem as it's supposed to be:

Flutterby

9-5-09

With my eye

I spy

A butterfly.

On this occasion

It's of the swallowtail persuasion

With wings of yellow and black

And towards the back

A hue

Of blue.