Mea Culpoa

Enigma vs Madonna - The Enigma Within - Robin Skouteris!

Soft movements
So innocent
He felt her press
Her heat
So primal
Against his
Press
So rugged

So primal

Mea Culupa

Against her gyrations
The building of sensuous
Grace
Circling press
Against him

So soft
So urgent
Longing
Wanting
For a return

Rise, so soft
So supple
In her neck
As she came in contact
With him
Pressing
Longing
To feel
That
So long
Denied

She touched
She felt
She longed
Her rub
Pressed
Back
Ever so
Ever so
Longing
Ever so

Mea Culpa

His hands rose
Desperate for completion
Of the fire
Burning so long

Burn with me
Consume me
Let me bathe in your water
Without price

Let me pull you
Into me
Feel my trace
As I search for your desire
Erupting

Let us burn together
And be consumed
Each to ached
And in the embers of our fire
We whisper
Each to each

Nostra culpa

Roadblox

The Prodigy- Roadblox (Fury Road)

Dear Andrew... so the letter began.

I could tell that they had no idea who I was.  I am Andy.  Do you see my achievements?  Do you see my publications?  My award winning documentaries?  Little matter.  I have done all that you said I should.  I have acted my part, so glorious in  play, yet always has the deck stacked against me. 

How did I respond?

A simple e-mail.  I asked how I could improve myself for the next available slot.  I did this perhaps in defiance of the fact that I have improved all that the nameless, faceless, rep from HR told me... improve your service hours.  In academia, I surround myself with a glorified Jr. High school.  What clique do you belong to?  Are you one of the approachable ones?   Little did they now.... 

Scoundrels cloaked in fear.

Save me.  I am indefinable.  In response to your byzantine levels... I laugh.  At lest I own myself. 

So my response carried... what can I do?  What can I do?  To make me more hirable to other colleges or Universities?  Tell me?  Or in other words... describe why I was refuted.  The best.  The boldest.  The brightest.  Brought low....

Explain.

That is all I asked.

So kind.

So clever.

Justify your love... or lack.... thereof.

I am the one on the outskirts.  All my students love me.  I am an excellent professor.  I am... I am... I am the cornerstone the builder refused.  I am not asking why.  I am merely asking you to help me succeed. 

If you hate me... that is okay.  We don't have to like everybody.  I merely thought my almost ten years of excellent service to you was worth something.  Especially as the district once offered me a full time job.  At least before I was honorable enough to offer them my treatment by the History School at UNT.  Look in pride my colleagues. Mercurial pride brought forth a harvest of flowers... all of which died a day after they bloomed.  Bene!  Celebrate your victories!