To This Day Project - Shane Koyczan

Starless Sight.

Caught breath upon hallowed shoulder, steeped in widowed tips. Thoughts of sun basked lips, while moon lit minds dance of the heart. Faded between shallow breaths these intertwined hallows draw deeper, and deeper between those inked lines these minds travel. Lipped are the breathless eyes of calloused hands but so deep thing dreams fly. Draw deeper do these hidden breaths we share. Unraveled is our state, yet deep these borders lay. Counted is the heated step of what was and common place those moon lit minds swim. Where shall these paths meet their paths ever neat. Beneath the vines of suns time were life is fine, and shoulders are no longer hallow.  

The Unwanted

Stained cheeks of pestilence strained heart, whenever shall she learn. Not now not never, she shall always be the same.  Dredged in the weighty thoughts of minds own course and wills own bland verbose, when shall she ever learn?

To take the cheeks of loved ones on her breast and welcome in that warmth, to stay near and not far from what she cares. When shall she learn? Tears staining paths of what was laid before however shall they learn to fall on accord? That path determined by so far fallen, when shall she ever learn?

Break the enchantment her mind wails, beat the control her will fails, when shall she ever learn? Too bite her lip and draw the flesh, to break the walls and move past the wept, how will she ever learn? Press forward young girl, brandish your smile and warm your heart, break the trance and melt the funk…work your magic and still your soul. 

Sun washed hopes and tanned cheeks of old, when will their skin hold. From now till then? Or will they fold. Render the mold and cast its gold, sheet its wanders and confront its cold; break the cold and snap the old. Lest we forgot the one who’s never learned, lest we allow our minds to forgive.

Break the mold and shower the old.

Awkward Beautiful

The skin  upon my flesh, fits oh so tight, oh so right. The kiss of my skin supple and sweet, or so right. It fits like a dream, but it feels so wrong. Build it up break it down, ruin that perfection you seek" make it harder and rougher. Your soul traded long ago for the insecurities life offers with success induced coma's. Blindly close your eyes to stumble and break through the ticking time bomb you know you are. Flesh too kiss, flesh to pieces make it happen, take that tight skin and wreck it. Pull it apart and reassign so that your too perfect mind rests at piece. What will it take?A new hunk of flesh for the old? Or a deal one not so bold would quiver in sight of it. All that I ask is for a change a correction; to ease this feeling of bland hate. To breed new vibrant skin upon thy flesh and to break the dangerous mold stuck like glue. Who knew?

(This should be where I offer some sort of authors thoughts on this poem, or at least some direction I was thinking while writing it. But I myself haven't even come across the meaning yet, or maybe I have and just wish it to be gone. Either way, hope you all enjoy)

Breast upon Flesh

Your breath tickles across my check and my tongue dances back atop your ear while my body presses loosely to you. Like a crossed lover stuck between the habits of bringing herself closer to that pressure, that warmth, that controlled comfort; and taking herself away from it to toy across that line more. Dancing the line like it were her being, her home, her place of comfort and truth; but you know better? Tickling her senses and never for a moment allowing her body to be anything less then your temple, your play ground that span of flesh that is all yours. You pull apart her walls and break through her tempered creation and tug out the deepest needs of her thoughts, and then and only then do you use them. So completely and so fully that she's left stranded in this sea, a sea so oddly full of turmoil and waves that one would never dare sail upon them. But for you? A calm glacier cool surface that bends and wills to your form, your will. How do you do it? Eyes, soulful eyes burn pure and full fill that need, her need that brings two bodies tight to one another. Of all of this inner loving turmoil   one thing is for certain, you can tame even the deepest of her passions, her lusts, and her desires. 

Omg exciting!!!!

Hey all! I finally got off my lazy ass and did a vlog!!! Eeeee! Talking instead of typing who knew how much I'd enjoy it more than actually having to make my writing make sense. So here is the link.-----------------> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfmOqfjKN0o <----------------that's it right thur. Yeah supa awesome! So go watch, rate, comment, pass it along. Send me messages give me feed back, all that sort of wicked awesome jazz. I can only start to gain new idea's from any feedback you people give me.

Love lots and love hard
Charlie

Blindly Faithful

This may not be as big nor as bold as my return post, but hopefully it will be as equally interesting as anything else I have posted.

Phases, life is full of them, whether they take years to fully envelop your life or just a couple of days we have all hit them. I can happily safe phase 2 of my changing myself has started, and well I can not express the sheer joy I feel about and the nervousness I can't seem to shake. Turning back is a luxury that is best afforded to people who have the time to do so, if given no time this luxury is just but a fond thought of control. Dismissing such a little trigger as 'turning back' gives a person both power and the art of a new form of control; a control much more real and deeply more satisfying. That tang of reality snapping back into your warming grasp is something soothingly cold. I find that 'turning back' a sensation of a cold wind hitting your face; oddly refreshing but devastating to all senses that dislike that cold.

Now that I have that cool wind bashing against my face more steadily then regularity in an old person's routine I can surely stand proud and realize that my life is something of a dream. Yes scary could be a great word to describe it, but that fear is oooooh so addictive.

And this would be the extra little part I facebooked about! Something I don't normally do, mostly because not a lot of people read my blog, but I hope the few that do, pass the word and keep it rotating. Signing petitions is something kinda fun for me lately, since I have started signing a few more coming way than normal, and this one in particular well it strikes a very unique and close cord for me. Equality is something so terribly basic yet most of us never ever witness it in its purity. Gays, lesbians, Transgenders, Transvestites, and everything in between suffer with this daily and regularly. Gay's in all forms, and genders are breaking bounds daily but it is those in between groups that are still suffering. As standing proud and part of the trans community I can say its deadly scary knowing that the simple protection that most people receive, could be wave because of my gender identification.

There is a bill circulating to help those simple rights be enforced for my community and make them safer in all respects, against hate crimes and the like. I sadly can say I missed the start of said bill but I'll be damned sure to help the end of it. I have personally sent a message to our MLA Ron Canon and I feel any of my friends should do the same, expressing their opinion on this. And my friends across Canada need to be doing this as well; this is something that needs to over flow the boxes of local politicians to make them see it. They need to realize their voters expect them to do something and support what they feel needs backing. I will link the petition sight in my blog and I hope you all do this tiny favor for me and help this bill succeed.

Muah

http://petition.web.net/psac/node/47