Wrath Of The Aftermath

Ooh. That is big. A "come to think of it, yes". To stop, to, in fact, be a boor, a caveman, to stop talking, stop thinking of the difficult and the sophisticated. "There's fucking to be had."

The better poems are not just well-writ, they are those with lasting messages.

Congratulations.

I have a habit of over-talking.  Yet, when I'm quiet it's either going to be really good or really bad. Lol.  
I appreciate the "lasting" comment.  That's a compliment and a half, actually.  

When we read something that compels us to return to it, then that means the author reached us.  That is success in anyone's book.

Dear S,

Yes! Enough with the chit chat and subtext. Just f-ing do it! The entire poem is epic in that it tells a complete story, which I love. The ending, however, is simply fantastic. In your face, bottom lined, no holds barred.
I’m relieved you have been spared the devastation of some parts of the state. The picture is stunning. Can’t go wrong with nature can you? Another great write!
H🌷

Sometimes a guy has to be blunt.  Lol.  I'm not known for it much.  But it's in there, all the same.  
The ending came to me like a bullet to the brain.  Fricking perfect!  Lol.  You can't get any more primal than that.  
Thank you for the first bump.  I knew this one would be away from my center.  But I'm not scared of edges of cliffs...

First the picture is gorgeous. I love the light shining through the darkness.
Been known to pick at the scabs. ;) Can't help it.
I guess I like peeling them off. I suppose I should keep that to myself.
But definitely should be fucking always... just saying.
The only safe words for me are 'Don't stop' and 'Oh my God'.
I can think of so many words that only beg for 'more' in the heat of the moment.
Despite perhaps meaning the opposite. ;)
Leg raised, Oh yeah! All I can think of is a deeper thrust right now. (of words lol)
Definitely shut up and just.... * nevermind, naughty look *
I can make all the commotion without words anyway.
Playing boat and ocean with passionate waves.
Certainly stops the worry and frees the mind, and body.
Teeth are for biting in the throes of passion, cannot help it sometimes.
Fearless... swimming to the depths of the body and soul.
Needing a cave man's rough hands pulling my hair.
To feel the beating of the club within.
Different tongues indeed but that can be a very good thing.
Shut up and fuck like a cave man...
Absolutely love storms and you brought a passionate storm with this one Styx.
Lightning, thunder, wind, and flooding...
BTW, glad you survived the storm and brought the surge here. ;)

I'm blaming the weather, indeed.  Plus I self-isolated during the storm, which is partly frustrating because there's things I could've done to help"out there".  
I didn't know if or how bad my place would flood, so I didn't want anyone to be stuck here too.   Once the threat passed, slowly as hell, my adrenaline was still peaking.  
All the angst and frustration, needed answered for.

(If you keep mirroring my writes, I'm sending you a contract!  LOL)

Ah yes, the angst and frustration... I can think of so many ways to deal with that.

"If you keep mirroring my writes, I'm sending you a contract! LOL" Wow, ouch! That kind of hurt. You know how much a hate contracts. :p It feels like getting married. lol I thought you liked looked into my mirror damnit!

*It was meant as a compliment.   ;-)

Well then it's all okay then isn't it. lol I like compliments. (no contracts though) Just free flowing and passionate... lol

Eternal tides of the sexes always bypass the shore and find sanctuary in a cave. Science & technology may have given logic, reason and sense to the material world, but fuck, it aint touched our primitive minds.  

Jeez fella. You are in some purple patch at the moment. Really good to read. This is as raw & candid as it gets. There’s much to be said for ‘a let it all come down’ approach to nine-to-five existence.

Jehovah Witnesses recently door-knocked preaching their ‘The End is Nigh’ politic.  I politely asked what they suggest we all do then? They never did post their answers on a postcard.

I used to hate the color purple.  More than lime green!  And still not a big fan.
But I do understand what you mean, it's complimentary.
One of my biker bro's, who is a big dude, who looks and acts the part, wears purple something all the time.  Including his main Harley.   I used to dog him about it.  But one day he got mad and told me that purple is the color of royalty.  And he called me a dumb fuck. Lol.  Royalty?  We're bikers!  
I also hum the music to Purple Rain for him.  (RIP, Prince).
Yeah, biker love is tough love.  Lol

God, don't even start with Jehovah Witnesses!  I invited a couple of them in, once.  Offered them a beer, etc.  Lol.
It got bad, to say the least.  Their desperate nuke was threatening me with hell.  
Yeah, y'all, hell doesn't exist.  It's made up, too.  

I've written a lot of cavemen poems
I refer to myself sometimes that way
I'm not sorry
I wasn't the creator
Bravo Styx
It's good to have company down in the hole

BIG FUCKING LIKE

What's up with you this fine day,!

I pondered using "Neanderthal" instead of caveman.  But I figured it is too scientific for the bluntness of the write.  Am I correct, anyone?  Lol.
I blur these writes out, and then maybe hack at them later.  

They say many humans carry a small percentage of Neanderthals blood in our DNA.   That happened because they were screwing around with our more direct lineage.  
Perhaps alcohol goes back further than we thought. Lol.

Thank you for the BFL.  I liked writing this one.  It's a sort of liberation from my normal stuff.

Love the combination of resignation and impatience here. Yeah, yeah, we all have issues... can't we just stop taking it all so damn seriously? This is the kind of smack I need once in a while.
Storms are no-shit events, and this is a no-shit write. Great stuff.
❤️k

Cool comment!  It's rare I step out of my zone.  I think so, anyway.  
This is as basic as I can make it, without grunting.  Lol

It's the weather.  Compared to it, we are so merely mortal.  We have to find our own power in other ways of expression.  All that energy has to go somewhere.  

Jeesh - you think you know someone.
Wait - you are a total caveman. I knew it!! hahahaha

The energy and impatience of this is addicting.
I've read it a couple of times.
Wield that club buddy. Raaarrrr
I'm getting a visual in my mind
at the moment of you in a loincloth.
Okay - I'm stopping right there!! LOL

That pic is insane btw. I took one a few moths back
and it looked absolutely beautiful with its vibrant coral like color.

Can you imagine doing it with someone (man or woman) so hairy?  Ewwww.  Lol
I don't prefer "bald", at all.  I like women who look like women and not girls.  I graduated that class long ago. A tasteful trim will do just fine.  
(Hint, men reciprocate! They appreciate it!)
Shit, is that "TMI"?  
But it helps illustrate how far we've come from back then.

The pic was actually taken during the harvest moon, a few weeks ago?  Or whatever the lunar occasion was.  The night of the storm obviously stayed cloudy a very long time.

Thank you btw, and sneaky of you to use my own line against me!  ("Know someone").
See, women don't forget anything!  So not fair.  

Yes - we remember everything.
It's like in our DNA. hahaha
Guy's got no chance!!!

" a caveman... wielding his club "
great line, as is the last one.

Hello Rew,
This piece of prose is about as graphic as i ever get.  But it fit what I wanted.  

Thank you for dropping in!  

'K

nothing beats primitive silence sometimes...
probably my favourite I've read from you so far.

Cool.  It's kinda crazy how we go back and forth with our emotions, and the results, even in our writings.  Maybe once we've accumulated enough writes, the shrinks can tell us all about ourselves.  And they'd miss the best clues.

Thank you Sophie.