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"From one LIGHT come many colors." ~GJ Dürrschmidt

Monday, October 29, 2012

It's All in the Mind (of God)

Is the thought of a sinful act,
or the actual act itself,
the sin? (What is sin?)

Is the intent to commit crime,
or the commission itself,
the crime? (What is crime?)

No man can know the thoughts
in another man’s mind,
let alone judge.

But, if allowed to create religion
based upon the existence
of a mythical being;

and create laws to govern others
based upon the words of
such a being;

then man empowers himself to
sit in judgment over all

for he truly has the mind of god.

~gj duerrschmidt

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Fountain of Youth: A May-December Relationship

Some old men live
for fishing,
others for golf out 
on the green;
some adopt frugality,
hoard their riches
and act mean.

Some are plagued
with sickness,
living out the days
in doctor’s care;
some have long
since lost their teeth, 
their mind, and 
all their hair.

Many have lost the
joy for living,
and simply wait on
Heaven’s Gate;
never having known
true love, they
put it off ‘til it’s
too late.

 This old man found
the Fountain of Youth,
and a whole new
lease on life;
he’s full of spunk
and vitality,
with a mind sharp
as a knife.

He drives a vintage
hippie bus,
sports long hair in
a ponytail;
wears frayed jeans
and Jesus sandals,
and whatever looks
cool on sale.

You see,

He discovered a new
life partner,
who’s young and
cute as he can be;
who’s taught him
how to love again,
and how to set his
spirit free.

They play all day
in the sunshine,
at whatever they
feel best;
and play at making
love all night,
in their condo in
Key West.

~gj duerrschmidt

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Saturday, October 6, 2012

Good Deed My Ass!

Jaded, callous, and cantankerous;
once upon a time it wasn’t so.
All the losers, users, and parasites
transformed me, if you must know.

My gentle, gullible, compassion
made me easy prey, or so I think.
I fell for all the yarns they spun
and gave plinkity, plinkity, plink.

‘Hey buddy, can you spare a buck?
No, well then, how about a dime?
Please listen to my sad, sad story.
Give me a moment of your time.

I need cash to pay the bridge toll.
I need some cash to feed my kids.
My clunker car has run out of gas,
now my new job’ll be on the skids.

Your time, money, and sympathy;
is that too much for a guy to ask?
Just throw me a ten, or a twenty,
I’ll thank Jesus and go buy a flask.”

I’ve never really had the money to
share with even the truly in need;
but I’ve pissed away a small fortune
on boozers in the spirit of good deed.

I’m now living on a fixed income,
there’s less sand in the hourglass;
all that I have remaining is mine,
so go to hell, you worthless pains
in the ass!

~gj duerrschmidt

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Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Reflections of an Adonis

(Photo of himself provided by Zachary)

Not too buff,
a hint of tough,
a beautifully rough

Slight detection
of deep reflection;
summer’s benediction
upon us.

He had a blast,
the days now past,
wishing they could last

Getting laid,
here in the shade?
Well, at least he made
the endeavor.

Another year,
back here at the pier,
oh, he’ll still be queer,
but older.

Having fun,
worshipping the sun,
having found “the one” ,
now bolder.

 ~gj duerrschmidt

Writer’s Note:

There’s never enough
time to summer.
There are not enough
summers in a lifetime.

 * sigh*

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Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Getting It Off!

Wearing clothing is
much too restrictive,
and often times proves
untimely vindictive.

Clothes stop the flow
of passion as it rises,
regardless of colors,
brand names, or sizes.

There's too many buttons,
snaps, straps, and zippers,
turning horny lovers into
wild Jack the Rippers;

stripping off their apparel
and tossing it all aside,
until bare ass naked with
nothing more to hide;

free to pull out all stops 
and go straight for the prize,
with nothing but “Oh Gods”, 
deep moans, and sighs.

So why wear clothes at all;
isn't this a good lesson?
They just get in the way of
all our hot, primal messin’.

Once we say fare-the-well
to Abercrombie and Fitch;
then our getting it off 
won't be such a bitch.

~gj duerrschmidt

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Monday, October 1, 2012

The Morning After Poet

inside me,
about to be
verse about
I can’t stop
on lurid
thoughts of

~gj duerrschmidt

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