Joy M.

Nymph   Smiling at you over her shoulder, she leads you into the woods. The green veil is vibrant hues, birds singing a joyful tune. A soft breeze went through those trees. So did you. Breathing the pine, laughing, feeling fine. A wind went in next with a secret through those trees. So did hers. Secrets only lovers know, except she will deliver a fatal blow. She pulls you down onto the soft forest floor, smiling like a seductress,  kissing lips so sugar-coated you could become a diabetic. A cold front whips across your face when she leans back to retrieve a case. Fingers caress along your jaw, holding you still in time to a thrumming pulse. Crimson shades of inarticulateness are born, birds abandoning their post as fast as your blood is lost to the amber-colored ground. Trees whisper the truth in the clearing while she walks away drenched in your perverse unslakable need for what you cannot obtain.    ...

  Chapter 8 (Part 2) "Yeah, I just showered but my plans to clean house went away after the shower made me sleepy. Usually, it perks me up." Astrid lied straight to Remy's face. He once more advanced, so she backed up. He purposely did it so they would end up near her bedroom. She was sore and swollen. If Remy found out about Calder she'd never forgive herself for hurting him. "I want you," He stated, grabbing hold of her left wrist, "Now. In bed." Astrid looked frightened as he forced her into the bedroom. He swung her towards the bed, letting her go so she hit the bed frame hard. She glared over at him, "What the hell did you do that for?" Remy began stripping, his eyes glaring right back at her. She swallowed, realizing he KNEW . Somehow, he had known about her recent visit to Calder's. She saw the hateful glint in his eyes. The slight sneer on his lips. Remy wanted to fuck her, knowing Calder had just been with...

  Chapter 8 - part 1 Remy loved Astrid. Watching her come out of Calder's condo at 6 AM was the hardest thing he'd ever forced himself to witness. Calder had called her a taxi, the big Douchebag spender. Remy was angry, looking at the taxi fade into the early morning rush hour. He bit his fingernails, wondering if Calder would really leave Astrid alone now that had fucked her. Calder was a lawyer, used to getting his way because of who his family represented. The arrogant asshole would probably try to see her. Calder, like himself, found women like Astrid irresistible. She was incredible in bed as well as a good friend to have. Remy sighed, then got out of his car. The kinks in his back loosened a bit as he walked up to the secured building. C. Lewis #401 C. Lewis #201 Great, two Lewis brothers in one building. If he had to guess, Calder was #401. Chris had a family. He'd want lower evacuation safety. Grinning, Remy returned to his car. He drove the...

A guy walks into a bar with his pet monkey. He orders a drink and while he's drinking, the monkey jumps all around the place. The monkey grabs some olives off of the bar and eats them. Then grabs some sliced limes and eats them. Then jumps onto the pool table, grabs one of the billiard balls, sticks it in his mouth, and to everyone's amazement, somehow swallows it whole.  The bartender screams at the guy, "Did you see what your monkey just did?" The guy says, "No, what?" "He just ate the cue ball off my pool table whole!" "Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," replies the guy, "He eats everything in sight, the little bastard. Sorry. I'll pay for the cue ball and stuff." He finishes his drink, pays his bill, pays for the stuff the monkey ate, then leaves. Two weeks later he's in the bar again and has his monkey with him. He orders a drink and the monkey starts running around the bar again. While the man is finishing h...

https://jukebaritone.bandcamp.com/track/hey-god I know this guy, he comes here From time to time, he buys a beer And I don’t know why, he comes here I suppose he’s got problems or something he wants to disappear He hates his life, he hates his job He hates his wife, he even hates his dog! And I don’t know why, he hates his dog Maybe he’s dyslexic or something and got it mixed up with God! He hates everything, that he has become He hates everything, that he hasn’t done And now I know why, he comes here He don’t say nothing man, he shouts it loud and clear! He says, Hey God! Don’t you worry about me I’m doing fine without your generosity You get such a kick, out of my tragedy I forgot about you so don’t you worry… About me I know this girl, she works here She’s always high, but her mind stays clear And I don’t know why, she’s working here You know she’s got a degree in economics or something? She’s getting it out, for two bucks a pop The old men gather around, and stare at her lot...

C ooking for two   Making dinner seemed so easy  until your drunk eyes followed my mistakes and suddenly we should have been on a reality TV show because you fell on my sharp knife while I cried WHYYYY? Joy4no1  

This is the song I finished writing Chester and the 24-hour lottery too. Another book finished. First of many coming in 2018!

  Chapter 7 (Part 2) Calder was not prepared, even if Remy had told him he wouldn't be disappointed with Astrid. Why had Remy made this deal with him? Calder couldn't understand nor would he ever do it if Astrid was his. Astrid oozed sexual adeptness. Her dexterity was obvious from the way she straddled his stocky body. After freeing herself of her panties, she urged him, "Lift your butt so I can wiggle those slacks off your ass. Come on, you'll like it." Calder knew he would, "All right. Hey, watch it. I'm not that kinky." She laughed, hurriedly shifting his clothes down when he thrust his butt up off the cushion. She sighed, re-positioning herself comfortably. "Wow," She licked her lips sultry like, once more grasping his hardness, "I knew you'd be big but not like this." Astrid was drunk but wanted more. Her bravery was a front. She was scared to show Calder much more than she had already. She'd seen h...

  Chapter 7- part 1 Calder didn't want to frighten Astrid by admitting he had spoken to Remy. Not only that but been given permission to fuck her by Remy. That sick bastard was a slick character whom he'd have investigated. Astrid meekly smiled at him, looking around his new, sparsely furnished apartment. She set her purse down on the glass coffee table. Three plush white leather couches faced each other between the table. A large TV hung on the wall, silently showing sports highlights. "Make yourself at home," Calder winked at her as he tossed his truck keys aside, "You're the first non-family to be here." "Ohhh, I feel special," She grinned. "You should but don't let it go to your head, I'm having a cleaning lady in on Monday." She smiled up at the family portrait that must have been taken long ago. The Lewis's mother had been a beautiful woman. Calder had his mother's looks where the other three did ...

A guy walks into a bar of a restaurant and goes to the bartender and asks, "How much for a beer?" The bartender replies, "$1." The customer completely amazed, orders a beer then asks the bartender, "Well then how much for a NY sirloin, with a side of mashed potatoes and salad, and an entire cheesecake for dessert?" The bartender replies, "$5." The guy still amazed then orders everything and after he's done eating his meal then says, "Wow, this place is amazing, I really wish I could meet the owner of this place." The bartender then says, "Oh well, he's upstairs in his office with my wife." The guy looks confused then asks, "What is he doing upstairs in his office with your wife?" The bartender then says, "The same thing I'm doing to his business."  

 Ideation   I sang a song with no one to hear. I pointed at a silly thing for no one to see. I'm floating in this world  using words on the wind to lift these heavy limbs  that cannot find purchase in a world made up of water and dirt. How is your soul today? Is it light and airy or filled with burning shame? Will it be heard or felt at the closing of each day? Or are you floating too? Misunderstood and judging your own vitality with bashful opinions while singing a song no one hears but ears you choose while this planet moves through this mysterious universe with us on its back whistling an introspective tune. Joy4no1  

Savory Kisses   Take these apples, I mean oranges and make them into lemons because I am going to suck your face just like they taste. Joy4no1

http://aaronneville.com/   If you want something to play with Go and find yourself a toy Baby, my time is too expensive And I'm not a little boy If you are serious Don't play with my heart, it makes me furious But if want me to love you Then, baby, I will, girl, you know I will Tell it like it is Don't be ashamed to let your conscience be your guide But I-I-I-I-I know deep down inside of me I believe you love me, forget your foolish pride Life is too short to have sorrow You may be here today and gone tomorrow You might as well get what you want So go on and live, baby, go on and live Tell it like it is I'm nothing to play with, go and find yourself a toy But I-I-I-I-I Tell it like it is My time is too expensive And I'm not your little boy, mmm tell it like it is

Me and you Let's get away from it all Me and you Havin' a ball You know We've been together a long time And you know what We can get a little old lightweight thang goin' If we really put our hearts to it You try and I try Girl, there's no tellin' how far we can go Remember those lovin' fools Romeo and Juliet They thought they had a thing goin' But they just didn't know, they couldn't visualize They had no idea how it would really be But we know Me and you Let's get away Me and you Havin' a ball Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, yeah Yes, Lord We know, don't we, darlin' We won't be wastin' our time fussin' and fightin' Like other people We're gonna be too busy bein' in love But love, this is the real thing We found a groove, heh We move each other We turn each other on This could last forever All we need to do is give some kinda sign Yes, Lord From then on, baby, it's easy Let's talk about me and you Me and ...

Three men, a philosopher, a mathematician and an idiot, were out riding in the car when it crashed into a tree. The three men found themselves standing before the pearly gates of Heaven, where St. Peter and the Devil were standing nearby. "Gentlemen," the Devil started, "Due to the fact that Heaven is now overcrowded, St. Peter has agreed to limit the number of people entering. If anyone of you can ask me a question which I don't know or cannot answer, then you're worthy enough to go to Heaven; if not, then you'll come with me to hell." The philosopher then stepped up, "OK, give me the most comprehensive report on Socrates teachings." With a snap of his fingers, a stack a paper appeared next to the Devil. The philosopher read it and concluded it was correct. "Then go to Hell!" With another snap of his fingers, the philosopher disappeared. The mathematician then asked, "Give me the most complicated formula ever theorized!...

Untilled   Every time I close my eyes     I think what was supposed to be      and how to move forward effortlessly. Could someone like me merge into dreams unseen    to kiss your lips like a searing desert breeze?       These thoughts fade into blackness when faces turn as if everything that occurs is nonchalant            and unrecognized within my hopeless woolgathering. Joy4no1