tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1844545478903066542024-03-18T21:41:45.573-07:00Memory and Assumption.............Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.comBlogger423125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-22781465684348595792024-01-25T21:02:00.001-08:002024-01-25T21:02:27.820-08:00Diminished Cyclical <div>Words, their meaning</div><div>Definitions abruptly ghosted</div><div>As modern jargon cuts through the air.</div><div>Working too hard to not</div><div>Be heard. </div><div>Intentional. </div><div>I am polluting peace</div><div>The am garden attends morning</div><div>Silent grace, exuding. </div><div>My focal points, an abstraction</div><div>Of the stark contrasts between </div><div>Mundane complacency, </div><div>...and vertigo. </div>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-75098442581649588522023-10-26T12:06:00.006-07:002023-10-26T16:20:44.186-07:00Control<p>As savage exposure lays low</p><p>Motioning through morning ignites.</p><p>My mother's daughter is cautious, aware</p><p>Analytical. </p><p>The motivating variables rotate </p><p>Intersecting with the web I am weaving</p><p>The woven, internal cord- still taut.</p><p>New patterns of strength, building</p><p>Lengthening the drive to push on</p><p>Peeling out, when the skid becomes relevant. </p><p>I am here, reinforcing the nerve to launch</p><p>Onto Southwestern roads, I roam. </p><p>The coffee, the melted mint, the billowing morning smoke, our lungs pumped full of elation. </p><p>To know, believe, and love in the future as the will to design and execute, WILL succeed. </p><p>To have home, and to hold the floor of our owning...</p><p>Without fear of confrontation of any kind. </p><p>Safe in the power of taking a tall stand, against muscle wielding of moody temperament. </p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-24137461487670280272023-09-21T09:10:00.001-07:002023-09-21T09:10:18.695-07:00His Lead...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Not only touched- Loved.</p><p>Rosy hues returned,</p><p>In places that had begged to be seen by another</p><p>For far too many years.</p><p>In a moment of time, a stretch of seconds</p><p>Outspoken energies would override stubborn entities.</p><p>The words shared for near a year,</p><p>Reflecting back in earnest, echoing, laboring, begging for 'further'</p><p>A green t-shirt of Irish luck, worn in form of sabotage</p><p>The deliberate 'avoidance' in me, chastising morning's choice.</p><p>There was no jinx, as 'luck' would have it</p><p>Only the drive and the candor of a heart too pure.</p><p>And He is now Mine and I am His.</p><p>I have been canvassed by him wholly,</p><p>Thoroughly loved and held and made happy.</p><p>What bliss is this that I have now been assigned?</p><p>Only the happy smile, and, with ease, welcome in what is healthy.</p><p>And of that He has made me...</p><p>The happiest I have ever been.</p><p>And smiling, even, I suspect, while sleeping.</p><p>Nights without his closeness will be few and far between.</p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-62279836215482908092023-07-21T07:56:00.001-07:002023-07-21T07:56:48.493-07:00And There He Was...Some 28 years deep<div>Groomed for friendship, sublime</div><div>Until He wasn't. </div><div>Instead, stepped forth</div><div>In offering... a love </div><div>Sublime. </div><div>Warmest eyes</div><div>Hands to calm my own. </div><div>The destitute loner I was</div><div>Made whole and healthy, in</div><div>Him. </div>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-53510799145616016352023-04-17T12:14:00.001-07:002023-04-17T12:14:20.457-07:00AheadIt behooves me to think<div>I'd look it up again</div><div>Reassurances are so blasé. </div><div>The tear, replaced with magnetism. </div><div>I am coasting amidst</div><div>Grasshopper sightings</div><div>And Southwest dusted windowsills, </div><div>I am the architect</div><div>Of all my future déjà vus.</div><div><br></div><div>With 6 minute sales</div><div>The path widens, leading me onwards. </div><div>The future holds tones of</div><div>Russian sage and aspen billboards. </div><div>Swoon inducing. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-43521052511241238642023-01-31T06:12:00.001-08:002023-01-31T06:12:42.688-08:00January endingFinal day for the first month<div>Begins.</div><div>Bumper cars, the subjects</div><div>Careening from rejection </div><div>The need to split from familiar mindsets</div><div> Bites hard, all over. </div><div>50 comes in 4.</div><div>Who am I...</div><div>The shift is more pronounced </div><div>The lens of repetitive living</div><div>I actively break. </div><div>I'm coming for peace, productivity, and penance. </div><div>To build, erect, and combine</div><div>All the stored energies of the last 12, and</div><div>Flushing urgency down the shitter.</div><div><br></div><div>Southwest Lovesong,</div><div>Your lyrics are more real now than ever. </div><div>I'm paying homage to your existence</div><div>The eternally divine. </div>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-4760687831761730272022-11-06T08:05:00.002-08:002022-11-06T08:05:48.065-08:00Flytrap<p>In this house the subject of you- a flytrap to my temples.</p><p>I wrote of boys in recent history and the intro posed, was, </p><p>Of you? Without discerning elements, who knew?</p><p>Intentional, if I know me... blotting out themes that refuse to rest.</p><p>The queue consists of high level interest, of that, you still must be.</p><p>Annoyed, really, that some part of you continues to T-Bone thoughts.</p><p>Even now, the will to edit, swells. </p><p><br /></p><p>Clean breaks, they are delicious.</p><p>They provide a landing mat for resuscitated musings to lie still</p><p>To draw them back into dormancy so that true memory can form,</p><p>Inducting useless connections into the archive of 'then'.</p><p>Go quietly now, into the night, allow yourself to be led to this place</p><p>Where the life of your choosing splits sharply and with finality, a closed door;</p><p>Thus considering yourself as 'moved on'.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-91780270456636467112022-11-04T17:23:00.007-07:002022-11-05T16:07:54.038-07:00Music<p>Nostalgia of this 80's playlist</p><p>Is lubricating my mind</p><p>To elaborate on themes that I adore</p><p>Strong memories of the back of the class </p><p>Neck, shoulders, hands... warmed.</p><p>Reunited.</p><p>Decades deep, I think we knew</p><p>A time would come</p><p>When the convection between Us</p><p>Would grow, blaze, and glow</p><p>For the rest of our lives.</p><p>History is no contest for the undecided.</p><p>Time and attendance, proven.</p><p>The real estate occupied in each to the other</p><p>This <i>Permanent Residency,</i></p><p>Will always make</p><p>The most sense.</p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-4249838838312183762022-11-03T21:50:00.001-07:002022-11-03T21:50:24.326-07:00ManInfrastructure of Mankind<div><div>Is, Man.</div><div>On the back of Man</div><div>From the strength of Man</div><div>To the hands of Man</div><div>The world formed. </div></div><div>Man as the Protector,</div><div>Builds the tough interior. </div><div>Man as the Lover, </div><div>Brews confident families.</div><div>Man as the Caretaker</div><div>Breeds innovation. </div><div>Man as a Companion</div><div>Forms the perfect complement, to</div><div>Woman. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-43221580807044773122022-11-02T21:57:00.004-07:002022-11-04T16:55:16.656-07:00Tender Belly<p>Opening to make whole, holes long empty</p><p>Relinquish private spaces to hold audience to one</p><p>To inebriate time with lusty candor</p><p>Hearing words that flow, familiarly</p><p>In ways that cannot be replicated.</p><p>Thickness, explored</p><p>Hands, filling</p><p>Sumptuous bellies, meet.</p><p>Sweet, sweaty friction</p><p>Dripped into bellybuttons</p><p>Swimming in salty perfume.</p><p>There is a serenity felt here</p><p>In the care of kindness- devotion, divulging.</p><p>Push in to fill that last pocket of lonely</p><p>And gyrate wholeheartedly,</p><p>I have been waiting long for those 9 digits</p><p>To traipse every inch of </p><p>Me, tenderly.</p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-34208068063387382682022-11-01T22:27:00.001-07:002022-11-02T16:03:08.942-07:00...wildness unlocked.<p>The wind blew, I listened without taking note</p><p>The flat land ate memory as I drove, script- expiring.</p><p>Itinerary has been whispering of detours, and I prepare</p><p>to obey.</p><p>Landscape unfurling within ridges of grey</p><p>The matter maps new paths.</p><p>Dry brush soothes as the whirling dervish protects its wildness.</p><p>Warning of blindness if one were to wander there,</p><p>Amidst unnamed lands and virginal stones.</p><p>Only the unwoven are welcome, to chart nothing but the memory</p><p>Of soft, wild life, unowned. </p><p>Nature's voice is aromatic effervescence </p><p>Licking the nape with tendrils of silent soliloquy</p><p>Never to be repeated, only loved in their maiden voyage</p><p>As they pass in and out of open palms, that seek to feel meaning</p><p>On unborn plans.</p><p>I lay in thought, upon reclined offerings</p><p>From a source I have not once doubted,</p><p>Tantalizing the feel of all I suspect...</p><p>'Erotica, reverberate</p><p>Implode my desire and then</p><p>Ricochet, infinitely...'</p><p><br></p><p>As pieces of my lifelong puzzle return to me</p><p>I lament less each day, acutely aware</p><p>Of the warmth headed towards me.</p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-64410278386509080482022-11-01T22:05:00.003-07:002022-11-01T22:05:35.361-07:00Didier<p>Dark sky storytelling</p><p>In the wide open chamber of nature</p><p>My best friend and I, complete.</p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-42785369344838177422022-11-01T22:05:00.000-07:002022-11-01T22:05:14.012-07:00BDC<p>Time and space, dissolving</p><p>He steps towards me with intention.</p><p>Light pervades and laughter fills</p><p>The halls are now lit with euphoric potential.</p><p>Time inconsequential as the swallowing of the last decade,</p><p>Belches. Entering us into new eras</p><p>Where light and dark meet, and, warm tones exude.</p><p>Two names, two voices, two revelations</p><p>This twist is 37 years in the making.</p><p>Didier, je t'aime.</p><p><br /></p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-63486053867777028432022-09-12T19:17:00.002-07:002022-09-13T14:56:39.901-07:00Posturing<p>Long live the metamorphosis of day</p><p>I read and reread what came before</p><p>Meaning locked in memory, for the most part.</p><p>No more pondering what has laid claim </p><p>Taking in noise has me believing other avenues</p><p>The core of what I am has done better than I had hoped.</p><p>Excelled in the attracting of what was needed and when.</p><p>Drawing into my resource pool, energy of the highest order.</p><p>I think back fondly on the peaks reached in my past,</p><p>Loving that they mark territory in which challenge was accepted</p><p>Without compromise. </p><p>I did not once trade my urges for something I could not handle </p><p>...the morning after.</p><p>No stains depicting decisions that got the better of me.</p><p>I lift, I squat, I shift my posture</p><p>The future - induced.</p><p>Floating in the maximization of all I am needed for</p><p>For now, luring with profound intent</p><p>The life I have been longing for.</p><p>Within reach.</p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-77864485895104753912022-09-09T20:08:00.004-07:002022-09-12T19:07:34.286-07:00Gap<p>The speed in which we run, divided.</p><p>The air we breathe, estranged to the point of choked.</p><p>Chasms to cross with no direction</p><p>Save the tidbit of attention thrown.</p><p><br /></p><p>This world, morphed into moments to collect</p><p>Without regard for the depth of connection</p><p>For fear of vulnerable revelation.</p><p>A half-life, to be certain.</p><p><br /></p><p>How precious the memories of treasured experience.</p><p>A curio of moving trysts, </p><p>Born from lusty, well worn feelings.</p><p>Stock sold, bought, and then traded.</p><p><br /></p><p>The unlimited satisfaction stuck firm</p><p>In places where the heart and head roam</p><p>The sweaty psyche lives on,</p><p>Basking in earned memory.</p><p><br /></p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-62951131253294053752022-09-07T06:38:00.002-07:002022-09-07T06:38:33.671-07:00Father<p> Sweat wake, sticky motivation</p><p>Beaded collection of stove top manipulation</p><p>Orchestrating some way</p><p>To grant reprieve to the fear, of what comes.</p><p><br /></p><p>86 years and to land in this pit</p><p>Of gauze and terror. Fuck this wound.</p><p>Goring cannot be the answer, though it is</p><p>For now.</p><p><br /></p><p>So I lift, I lighten, I attempt to distract</p><p>By any means necessary,</p><p>In the event that we squeeze one more quality day</p><p>From this man whom I call 'Father'.</p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-34206372249425745052022-09-06T19:53:00.005-07:002022-09-07T18:51:32.030-07:00Boys<p> Turbulent arrival, circling back; third time's a charm.</p><p>Visibility- zero, and the Hail Mary's carry on.</p><p><br /></p><p>Montana, owning the honor,</p><p>of housing</p><p>That precious, <i>Roaring Fire</i>.</p><p><br /></p><p><i>The Lubbad Boy</i>, sending evidence of visual charm</p><p>A place where perhaps his guitar strings can vibrate.</p><p>It's good to 'touchdown' to such musing.</p><p><br /></p><p>And <i>The Cady Boy</i>, most loved of them all...</p><p>Returning.</p><p><br /></p><p>Amid the flux of intense happenings</p><p>The gems present themselves</p><p>In rare and rampant form.</p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-71981818235363081292022-06-16T17:18:00.003-07:002022-09-06T19:41:49.054-07:00Blow<p> Old phrases reread, boom. Who I was then,</p><p>Harnessed. Perfect restraint, controlled.</p><p>Today, sleep peels back revulsion as avoidance clings.</p><p>Pages turn, little evidence left of mindset. Intentional.</p><p>This blockage is revolting.</p><p>Resistance is the counterweight</p><p>As horizontal momentum plumbs</p><p>Losing minutes to gluttony</p><p>As reform looms.</p><p><br /></p><p>49, you unfit oaf.</p><p>Punch yourself in the face.</p><p>Uncork this period of lax and let it blow.</p><p>Fucking Let It Blow.</p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-87733484520132111742022-06-03T08:17:00.002-07:002022-06-03T08:17:41.321-07:00I do.<p>Day begin</p><p>Forcing typical pattern to take a hike. </p><p>Into the wherever of whatever,</p><p>That most fantastic replacement word </p><p>For, fuck you.</p><p>Friday craves a shucking</p><p>Of dead momentum.</p><p>Objects serving less than sentimental value</p><p>Need no longer be a prop.</p><p>Surveillance of a collected decade</p><p>Bring deadened noise,</p><p>And new motivation to dare.</p><p>Dare I chuck the muck that pretends to matter?</p><p>I do, </p><p>I do.</p><p><br /></p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-47265748837895885242022-05-10T21:43:00.002-07:002022-06-02T16:55:02.472-07:00HimLook to see to feel to think<div>Swayed. Contour, influencing the night</div><div>Lured into this space</div><div>By masculine order</div><div>Willing. </div>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-3915817918783712772022-03-23T11:09:00.002-07:002022-03-23T11:09:30.445-07:00Aggression<p> Crunch hard the monolith of hesitancy.</p><p>The purpose of plucking words will aid in which way, again?</p><p>Somehow the recognition of methods used, and how they have become overused,</p><p>Plays on no gain. No advancement, no clutching of ground gained.</p><p>No progress is no progress even when the dirty work of mental taxation is being paid.</p><p>I need a new detonator for this task at hand.</p><p>Before Spring springs sprouts of uncertainty, and they root in spoiled soil.</p><p>Par for the course of managing disarray</p><p>I need to plug in and commit to the louder bombs within my range</p><p>That open and blare the philosophical nuggets of purpose</p><p>That seed in my psyche and wait for proper watering.</p><p>Yes, that's it, there, there where the moisture needs moistening</p><p>On the planted path of worthy aggression and chosen sills.</p><p><br /></p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-67268516167907866942022-03-22T18:49:00.003-07:002022-03-22T18:49:25.068-07:00Resumes<p> Lap against these ears, came the sound of foamy lather</p><p>No shells decorating the shore.</p><p>Browned shins and reddish forearms soaking up the sun</p><p>As layers of the moment before my eyes were focused on, intently.</p><p>Crisis among the ranks as the timing of what comes next - confers</p><p>An offer to collapse among trees and less worry, and arms eager for the bending.</p><p><br /></p><p>Where am I in the mix of these details that swirl?</p><p>Thicker skins revolt against the ease of easy, as there is, no easy.</p><p>A prick to the heart distracts, racy pulse and heated pressure</p><p>Rise before words gain volume, and the turning to prayer</p><p>Resumes.</p><p>What is there to believe in between us, when the core of you doubts?</p><p>The head and the heart have known decades deep</p><p>The wonder and awe of what comes next...</p><p>This, the elementary spiritual gauge</p><p>I run ahead.</p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184454547890306654.post-73701755555838399842022-03-22T18:38:00.001-07:002022-03-22T18:38:36.321-07:00JDT<p> No guarantees. Living the life before our eyes, in front of our face.</p><p>Uncertainty is the banner of the helpless and in times of trouble, flown high</p><p>Anything to distract the worry from center-stage and into a place of confinement.</p><p>Protein, enzyme, blood draw... the vital statistics are spelling conditions</p><p>The Patriarchal head of our table is under duress.</p><p>Prayers be strong and forthright, keep our dearest safe.</p>Tehanmechanichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13354864992171449537noreply@blogger.com0