This Space for Rent

Identity Crisis of Faith

2008-07-02T06:54:00.000-07:00

The man had gone to market, to buy a diamond ring. The man who never noticed, that he was not a king. He choose the brightest sparkle, a diamond made of glass. The setting bright and gold, was crafted out of brass. The man spent all his money, the jeweler was a cheat. He told the man that royals, wore diamonds on their feet. The man went proudly walking, inside his shoe the ring. And no one ever told him, that he was not a king. - Henry Creedlow

I quit the Catholic church when I was 17
I quit the United States Church when I was 28
I quit the Corporate Church when I was 32
I quit the Self Church when I was 35
I quit the Woman's Church when I was 38
I quit the Culture Church when I was 39
I quit the Human Church when I am 40
A weary General fighting a battle seldom understood
No answers in the works of humanity, no solutions to be had
The fear of being loved is the fear of being blind
I realize now that's something I can never let go
Deeper, stronger more solid is the covenant in my mind
Letting slip the ego that imprisons almost all
Compromises can only be made when they exclude the soul
The only thing left to lose is a trifle and a breeze
Because it is an identity built with blind ignorance
That is why I’ll never quite the church of my girl
But it is every reason why I am quitting you

-R.I.P. The past and the present
Happy Birthday to the future!

Guest Poet: Karl Bakla

2008-05-22T07:15:00.000-07:00

A poem you won't read....

So uncontrollably angry
So uncontrollably upset
Why do we continually choose to add to others or our own pain?
Step on others
Hurt on them
Do we really feel better?
Step on, shove, & push to get ahead
Did we really, honestly succeed?
It hurts me to hurt my fellow man
More so than when they hurt me
But to be truthful it does hurt me
With your nasty comment
Intended for someone with no feelings, a subhuman
I’m sorry I’m being a pussy but it hurts
I have no will to fight
Unless it’s to protect myself or the people I love
Or even the people I don’t love

I just can’t do this any more
This bull shit…
What bull shit you ask
You know what bull shit
This bull shit…

I don’t want to compete against you
What’s the point?
So I can have a false illusion I am better
The one who needs that they are better
Is not better…
They are worse since they feel so bad
That they need something so lame
I take that back they are not worse
Fuck, I feel your pain

Man, I really just need a hug
But I’m sure you think that’s queer
Ok, ok, that’s cool how about a high five
I’d much rather show some affection
Than some bullshit heterosexual aggression

I stand in the middle on the floor
No one understands
How much hurt is one person suppose to take?
With every comment of you are too sensitive
I take as another person who doesn’t understand

Why should I tolerate the cruel, the mean, & the insulting?
Aren’t we fellow human beings?
Don’t we feel the same hurt?
Why when I hurt I want to cry
& I do not want you to feel the pain I feel
Why when I hurt do I sit
& kill myself slowly drinking alcohol
Wishing tomorrow when I wake up in a hang over haze
That I wake up in a world with much less pain

My hands are in the air
I give up
Man, I don’t want to fight
I don’t want to compete
I just want to live
I know I sound week
I don’t care
I know no other way
To live

- Karl Bakla

Re-Forked!

2008-05-08T17:03:00.000-07:00

Life on the Edge is dead
It sucked and it hurt my head
A voice from the past
or was it just gas
Told me to resurrect
The Original website
The Stinking Pile...
Lives again!!!

Welcome to the Corner...

2008-04-26T02:09:00.000-07:00

No matter how much I may want to believe in the contrary, I need Adam LaVey. So here is your window into that sick and depressing bastards sad, warped and self indulgant mind... With poetry!!! So without further ado....

Roses are red and violets are blue.

I want my brains blown out

While you're blowing me through.

It is a small thing to want a good blowjob,

but then I'm not the one that has to do the work.

My last head was poor, her technique was weak.

She lacked a certain passion, she thought herself, but was not a freak.

She was focused to inwardly of only what she wanted

She forgot that sex is a two way street

The one before that was good but demanding in life

The one before that was trouble and troubled

The one before that was dull and unimaginative

The one before that was I don't know when

I guess I forgot sex is a give and take.

Right now I just want to take and take and take

So I still wander the earth for that one velvet lipped girl

whom is orally fixated without the emotional junk

I'd be willing to pay for such a trip, in cash not emotion

One that is subservient during our brief time together

Like Chloe gave Vinnie in the boring Brown Bunny

Hell I'd consider a man if he did a decent job

and I didn't have to watch (but that's part of the fun)

Maybe a T-girl would fit my needs

I'd even whack him off and fondle his breasts

while he blow me to heaven

But ultimately...

I just want a girl, I can visit every week

for that ten minute visit of oral bliss.

Who am I kidding, I'd end up wanting more

A little doggy, a little muffin, a little come on her chest

I'm getting a "head" of myself and must slow down

I think I may be a closet sub/dom man

but I'll start with a good blow job