goodbye

The style and topics I've written for the past year and a half will take a 180 after this post.

I appreciate your feedback, but some things I have to put a lid on and I cannot get as raw as I want to--it would really scare the good majority of you. And seeing as only one person knows my whole story; I know for a fact yall don't have the stomach or mind to understand or intake all that I am like that person does and continues to do.

Hope you enjoyed it all, but now it's time for me to tell another story these even more tantalizing (and yes I can be even more tantalizing)....

This will still be Jaunty Jots; so stay tuned because I have just had a revelation, an epiphany, an exciting idea, and God's orgasm...happiness!!

Love you alll! Salut!!

"Love is, by far, my best emotion."

-ACE Jaunty

sex CD

Making love to someone else playing our sex CD

I’m with Martin, there’s a thin line babe

But mine is a no contest with love and bullshit

You can’t have it your way

But you betta believe I can be happy my way

I’m playing the only big Joker in the deck

To me there are no other contenders

I’ll vibe with his hands on my booty

Then his hands on my boobies

Cuz it’s sex therapy, lust and romance that this sex CD brings

Crazy calm, got my folk worried I’ma snap

But I’m happier knowing the truth

Then living in your lies

These songs express how I’m supposed to groove

And how I move when I’m in my new man’s hands.

You don’t have to be the one, he makes me feel great

Didn’t even have to practice our rhythm

We got it right on the first act

I just let go and get lost in the scent of sex engulfing the room

His body and his moves goes right along with the words on our sex CD

Making love to another man to our sex CD

Getting fucked by another man to our sex CD

Feenin’ for his body listening to our sex CD

This is all his now, no longer yours

But I still gotta thank you babe for this sex CD

That beat in that track

The harmony of the treble and the base

Brings that feeling

This is what my body needs

Steady beat, on the half steps

He’s taking me there

And I’m going

It doesn’t just make it right

It makes it great

With this sex CD

In the background

It’s only music….

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Just

I love things to be black & white

...even the late "I Love Lucy".

Just doesn't make sense to me

because I can't color well.

And photos...tell me more on the

black-white scale than all the pixels.

Say I don't want you to go

and that's all I should need for you to stay.

Tell me no and mean no.

Then say yes and mean yes.

No loops that repeat over and over

...because loops just go in circles

...no end point or answer.

Many argue about whether black is a color

and many argue whether white is a color

Right now neither matters because I don't want to argue

Pigments and coloring agents just causes confusions

My black and my white are like my north and my south--polar opposites.

The other colors in the middle I don't care about

I tell you I want you and I mean I want you

I tell you I hate gambling and I mean I hate gambling

No reading between the lines

...it's all just black and white.

I make it easy; you don't have to guess.

This is not crayola; I only have two crayons.

Jaunty Jots by ACE Jaunty is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

[throwback] FIGHT

(From the perspective of a 12 year old, written back in 1996 in 5 minutes when I was in the 8th grade for Reading class and forgot that I was supposed to do the assignment the previous night. By chance, I got an A on the assignment and this is officially my first poem that I ever wrote. I thought it was appropriate for today being it Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Holiday.)

Fighting is like a habit

It sticks with you through life.

You fight for the best,

You fight for your rights.

It came from the beginning

When the Indians found the land.

They fought with the white man

To save their precious man.

It will always stick with us

Fighting 'til we die.

To fight for our children,

To fight for our lives.

This evil will never depart

From our innocent little lives.

So we will always:

Fight, fight, fight, fight.

For what we believe in,

And to the day that we die.

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..intoxicated

so intoxicated...

everything is smooth; it flows...

no bumps, ripples, or turns.

just elevated.

no longer in longer in control.

...breath in deep

so intoxicated...

calm, serene, lazy motions.

relax; let everything go.

cool breeze through the air.

...breath in deep

so intoxicated...

words grow long; body turns limp;

eyelids grow heavy; just laying in feathers;

moves all in slow motion.

...breath in deep and pause

so intoxicated...

blanket my emotions.

exhale the negativity.

eyes grow sultry.

voice drips of passion.

...breath in deep

so intoxicated...

feeling the back and forth rock;

the hum of unheard music;

dreams from a daze;

natural forces take over.

...breath in deep and hold

so intoxicated...

feel all the power leave your body;

just everything growing weak, with no control or fight;

unable to refuse the ultimate take over.

...relax, wait, breath in deep

so intoxicated...

aware of nothing.

cares have no home.

just feeling good,

all -- all over.

words serve as no description.

all I can do:

is breath in deep,

gaze out, and just exhale

as all the tension leaves me;

because I am...

...so intoxicated.

Paradigm of Parodies: Paradise, Peril, and Peace by ACE Jaunty is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License