Philippe

@Etotsira @Demiurge Choose your avatars, reincarnates would be appropriate as it is avatar steeped. 😊

My dad’s ole expression: Boy, …take your hands, grab your ears, and pull your head out of your ass!

While I understand the frustration with Alec, the first many chapters established the many faces of Alec’s demons, and the people or things that anchor him. His whole childhood centers around that of mental abuse, neglect, and physical confinement under unrealistic restrictions and curfews; all contributing to significant mental issues, suppressing development by years. That would also stunt the normal developmental growth curve… Alec is NOT developmentally an adult; socially and physically. While some social skills may be adult, the more personal or interactive are not. Being denied that opportunity during more formative years now places him in a less opportune environment with a severe handicap.

LOL, I sometimes feel we need the profile standard choices where you press ALL that apply; or maybe we need a simple rollercoaster emoji.

Mindlessly driving, heart conflicted, The chaos of River, Alec’s calming addiction. This organized chaos, magnetic for some, Most attractive, for the dark sleek Kenji-San. Impromptu visit, Ken meets the best friend, A great threat to his kneecaps, a barely suppressed grin. Alec retreats to his room, odd couple needs space, His heart misses Finn, needs counsel, a head case. Invited to party, Alec ready your clothes, Against Fancy Ken clothes, everythin

Garjah in charge, Woohoo! Bouncer the defender on high alert, that would seem to be a good indication of the intended target(s). Now to find the perpetrator(s), and the insistence of bringing the second in command to investigate does not bode well for the Kardoval; whether slighting Garjah, or manipulating the investigation, it’s not serving the people nor the treaty with proper reverence.

Add salt and red peppers….Kimchi!

Maybe I’m dreaming myself but while Talon acts to train Wyn it was already a question posed by Kalian as to whether they had time to correct a misguided decision. Likewise, Kalian didn’t like the Dukes either but felt it important to establish balance to their unnatural powers for the people to have faith and confidence. It would seem the representatives themselves are corrupted and flawed, but not the notion of the council. Wyn has matured, though any parent wants a child to enjoy some innocence, the evil powers at play have had unexpected catalysts. Now Kalian myself seems to be on an extended recuperation. Slight movements and responses may indicate more…much more. As the ancient dark powers generated much of this more recent history in greed for power, and feed for the ancients to survive and/or thrive. Yet, Kalian is the embodiment of the purity that remained amongst the ancients. Having yet unmasked powers of foresight and manipulation of matter and transformation …even invisibility and perhaps transportation. Could it be that Kalian is on a training dreamscape? One that brings him much more insight and the ability to unlock the vasts powers he has yet to contain and control? Ahem, ok, I’m back from my dream world. @Demiurgethis chapter is revisiting the types of challenges and the common bonds that has made this journey so great 😀. Thank you for sticking with it and for not caving to the writer’s block I sure most authors experience. Bravo 👏 …. Will the dreamscape include the knowledge to raise the undead known as Wren?? Hahaha 🤪 I WILL NOT GIVE UP ON HIM!! 😂 May Wren see the Sunshine again as they have a reunion worthy of a god of the people and his mighty disciples.

Heart to Heart, is what for so long, they needed, Denied it, did Alec and Finn, but their hearts, they still pleaded. Back to the overlook, the ole favorite from then, Sharing the tailgate, a new Alec, him and Finn. Finally his mind allows some joy, didn’t make Alec recoil, Emotions now freed, raging want, makes the blood boil. Taming all the young man wilds, time to talk about the past, Hurt came from both back then, so did love, did that still last? Raw

Passions are peaked, as Mad Dawg can attest, Beauty requires patience, Jonathan does his best. Enjoying a treasure of globes, tunnels and pole, Eyes lost in lust, magic fingers, enticing a hole. Fingers caressing within, as a hand strokes a strain, Jockstrap a mess, wet undies, a sexual stain. Vulnerable he be on fours, ready for this new task, A kung-fu slide, to give under cut blow job, how, he did not ask. Fingers to hole, mouth to pole, yeah, he’s about to blow, Ass in heaven, erupting in pleasure, bucking, he did unload. Chicken Jonathan? Watch or calendar? Will I ever get your “D?”: Catching breath, Jonathan undressed, Mad Dawg beyond ready you see. Finally locked and ready to load, Mad Dawg flipped face to face, Mad Dawg wants naughty and nice, with Jonathan no need for personal space. Mad Dawg gives him firsts; given BJ, ass, love at rapid pace. Like when you spanked me, give me more, and make it a little rough, babe, Jonathan in thralls, kisses and thrashing penetration, unguarded he did behave. Bonding desired, breeding consummates, Jonathan make us complete, Deed done, union far beyond physical, this one most unique. Most intimate things now shared, Mad Dawg needs defined, Choices of Maddie or Mad Dawg, kids know which to be unkind. Youthful hormones return, boys will be boys abound, Weekend of slumber, enjoying sex, in multiple rounds. Something up your ass, as only Rusty would ask, Rusty have you ever tried? Two fingers raise, his response be cast. Pride in his eyes, but then clarifies, it could have been a bottle neck, Free spirit Rusty, with memory hazed, it could have been a brother Nick. Horseplay is a great diversion, until Jonathan stands in witness, Then the kids get guilty nerves, talking in total awkwardness. Yup, they are something else, just what will make us guess.

Literary edging? Each time you read, the same response, but so too is the hold before a storyline climax.

Thank you so much, Laura. I’m glad you found it somewhat worthy. It wasn’t so much the story itself that inspired this poem, but a comment on my earlier poem comment of that same chapter; where the comment quote, in jest, said that Dr Seuss was on GA. In humor I chose to reply and it morphed. Haha, just having fun but also a respectful tribute intended.

Dr Seuss doesn’t live here, his words grew silent, Rough are the times, no more words from this giant. Original like no other, indeed he was, Yet, his words and style, they do still buzz. Gone perhaps, are the simpler times, But who can resist, his learning rhymes. It’s exciting to learn, timeless to recall, Voices speak, his words taught us all. A Rainbow of words and colors unbound, New words learned by color and sound. Education by phonics lik

Done, now what’s for dessert?

Mindlessly driving, heart conflicted, The chaos of River, Alec’s calming addiction. This organized chaos, magnetic for some, Most attractive, for the dark sleek Kenji-San. Impromptu visit, Ken meets the best friend, A great threat to his kneecaps, a barely suppressed grin. Alec retreats to his room, odd couple needs space, His heart misses Finn, needs counsel, a head case. Invited to party, Alec ready your clothes, Against Fancy Ken clothes, everything blows. Sorry River, this all seems wrong and I don’t belong, With Finn’s gym attire?, get dressed and be strong. River invites Finn, Alec must face his denials again, Cause River knows Alec, and knows Alec needs Finn. T-shirt tossed, maybe Long sleeve, sneakers of comfort, SEEING A FRIEND, SHOULD NOT BRING DISCOMFORT https://gayauthors.org/author/philippe/

The dreaded hospital walk, Be it for news or life goal talk. Sought for presence, by father, but not dad, Knowing mother’s illness, is not the only bad. Father shows promise, though far too late, Mother begs for feedback, of her life of hate. Family debts settled, misdeeds and love lost, Short is the victory, as romance is good, but it has costs. Favorite spot journey, sets erotic desires burning,

Oh, It was with much consideration that I chose Charcoal Bear. Dirk has been “touched” by a unique life event process were he underwent fire in a high pressure environment and it certainly sucked his life sustaining oxygen again. What remains is more refined and ready for concentrated tasks. Dirk is Charcoal! Hahaha 🤪

My oh my. The Wolf Mage, of unmatched skills, 'is indeed fearless,…until loaded in that little metal tube and launched into the skies. Courage is inhibited with altitude. LMAO Lewis is making proposals to hosts summits with a ten-year plan; he is really hoping the see his family more, is he short on skillets and spatulas? Lowe is probably just as proportionately capable of mimicking dad or mom, so knock grandpa on the head with a skillet and then bite in the most vulnerable spots, hi grandpa … you poligize to papa! Tasha will be sure to home school “her boys” to maintain the strictest standards of ethical corrections for past and present infractions; those skillets are going to be well seasoned when she is done, cause I think she’ll be keeping them out and handy. The psychology alone may win the battle, Lowe will set the verbal contract! 😝 Goodness, @astone hints of zombie sequels, I hope that’s nothing to do with these near feral Vampires; Scott is ready to pack his bag again. How is the retirement and retirement home? Hahaha Dirk is dreaming, even dreaming visions; then pop, what’s that smell? Haha I wonder what fragrances we have here? I’m not thinking we need to worry of Dirk gaining stripped socks, touched in a vision is not exactly a possession. Either way Dirk still gets his second chase intended Mate ( they listened Vinny!), that’s possibly a first. That’s pretty darned special in itself. With his human meditation and magic now enhanced by his wolf, watch out for an all new, easy light, Charcoal Bear! There goes the food budget again. 🤦‍♂️

Thank you so much. I can only hope for that to be the experience…if I’m lucky ☺️. Likewise, as long as the authors continue to allow me to use their source stories, my interpretation and word twist…puns…are likely to add a new sense of humor to the observations of human animal; and otherwise. So if no one gets insulted, offended, or thinks it detracts from their story’s experience, I hope to add chapters when inspiration strikes.

Like a moth to flame, Alec to Finn, Why is he here, he doesn’t want this again. Must tell this to Finn, but Milo has phone, All his courage, and will, not to run home. A quaint warm home, why here for Finn’s phone? Knock on the door, brings little blond stare, Surprise alights, You have blue hair! Invited to witness, warmth of a home, Milo, Nina, Gracie too, where has time gone. Gracie Blood of Finn, Nina shames Milo for tease, Your welcome to di

Long hair, blue hair, Alec be shy, Home school sheltered, a private guy. Short hair, blond hair, friendly is Finn, Home town smiles, again and again. Jock does invite, a chair with team, They mock, Alec runs with a scream. Comfort found, in a restroom stall, Next to a River, they did bawl. Avoid the jock, his smile refused, Home town Finn, left feeling abused. Kindred spirit, sharp as a tack, With River’s tongue it reins him back. Invit

Have kids and having sex are very similar, beyond cause and effect of course. Both are intimidating as unknowns, but once introduced and familiarized beyond the starting fumbles, nature takes over and all seems great…until nature springs the next surprise! 😛 The unknown is no reason to avoid it, follow your heart without over thinking it!

Yup, that’s the question, training Lowe or Mace…apparently Mace, and he can’t set a bad example for the little tike. Kids and their psychology are a wonderful thing,..as long as you don’t mind studying unknown languages. I was the youngest of three boys with 19 and 17 months between each, so 36 months from my oldest brother and myself. Then six and half years later my parents decided to try for a girl. She kinda became my shadow and came to call me “baby doe,” of which confused us for years. Then as I became a little older and pondered the origins of this family name, it fell into my lap as all of us kids were being introduced by dad one day; this is my oldest xxxx, next is xxxx, then my “baby boy” xxxx,… The light went off that as she first learned to talk, the family liked that she connected with Baby Doe and adapted to calling me the same as, opposed to correcting until she could learn the proper annunciation. Yup, for probably 10-12 years, even more at times,…I was Baby Doe; at home, around home, at the store, etc, that was my name; and she would correct others too! Hahaha 🤪 She stuck with me as we grew, so that as I started my paper route at 10 years old, I was just strong enough on the good dry days (dirt roads), with a smaller and lighter edition afternoon newspaper, that I could load my front metal (milk) basket, while the bike and basket leaned on the paper shed. Yup, the other brothers also had routes for us to have over 500 daily customers collectively; so that dad lost his shop in the 1500-1700 time frame daily. Once loaded I would maneuver near the back porch for my little sister to get seated and get a better push off start. This was most any day other than Thursdays and the Sunday morning edition. Thursdays were the big advertisement day and Sundays were o-dark scary 😦; fear not, my trusty dog Bandit run my full 7 mile route with me on those early mornings. He was a true protector too, he would not hesitate to get between strangers and me, keeping them at a very safe distance until I acknowledged their presence as safe; good ole Bandit, bird dog/boxer mix with colors of Johnny Quest’s Bandit. Back then the money was collected door to door, WEEKLY! Knock, knock, knock ✊ PAPERBOY! This resulted in lots of coins dumped onto the floor for counting, stacking and rolling, for the bank deposits. Little sister would HELP by sitting on the coins and then fishing out the Kennedy 50 cent pieces…ahem, cempy pent pieces. Letting her be part of the process and sharing the booty, we would give her those 50 cent pieces. Mom had given my sister an old cake tin for her treasures; it sat in the bottom of the closet. One day my sister was grunting and trying to bring her coins to count with us boys…she needed moms help. It turned out the innocent little collection had mounted to nearly $700 dollars in Kennedy half dollars; this was in the late sixties…when full sized sedans could be bought for $3000! SHE WAS SMILING TO THE BANK WITH BIG (BROTHERS) MONEY! Hahaha 🤪 A couple of days after her bank deposit, she wanted to go see her cempy pent pieces at the bank! She was not happy when the parents explained the local bank had to put them in another bank to keep them safe! Hehehe 🤭 Yup, kids are amazing psychiatrist and linguists, and you had best watch for verbal contracts and the (small print) of body language and expressions; they are all binding upon siblings and family adults! 🤦 They don’t need lawyers as they are very good at mediation and self representation. Rumors say, kids are easier than figuring out Chinese Pictographic Directions…, just harder to return! ‘nuf said. 😛

Thank you so much for your kind words and for your support; after all, several of these will probably be of your story inspiration! 😂 It’s all in fun to share colorful comments of interpretation for stories that provide such opportunity.

Heart to Heart, is what for so long, they needed, Denied it, did Alec and Finn, but their hearts, they still pleaded. Back to the overlook, the ole favorite from then, Sharing the tailgate, a new Alec, him and Finn. Finally his mind allows some joy, didn’t make Alec recoil, Emotions now freed, raging want, makes the blood boil. Taming all the young man wilds, time to talk about the past, Hurt came from both back then, so did love, did that still last? Raw emotions, what would have, could have, should have been, Without weigh from others, their education, family and friend. Revisiting their past brings pains of old, falling into ruts retold, Alec must leave, Finn must stay, neither willing to be so bold. Finn has panic for lost to come, Alec now the expert to calm, Weird to Alec with warts he feels, Finn knows Alec to be the bomb. Where will they go, what will they do, pros and cons we learn in school, When Alec can’t think, it’s up the River for reason can pool. River has interest in local faire, perhaps his advice, Alec won’t scare, See the best the hometown gives, Family of Finn, with Finn, may bear. https://gayauthors.org/author/philippe/