Words lead to limits, defining ideas. I am neither easily defined, nor so easily put into words. I am an idea that wanders through the frontal part of your brain through the center and down the spinal cord in soft waves. I LOVE strong women, distinctive women. Respect to the women who show that gender is no limit to sexuality or power.I have a slightly off idea of religion, though I know that without the grace of the divine I would not be walking today. Please feel free to talk, chat, or just look around, even though I've got teeth - I really seldom bite, (unless you are into that ;))I believe in magic, drum's, the power of a great chord, a good vocal, a great monologue - and everything that goes with it!
"To be nobody but yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you like everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight - and never stop fighting." -- E.E. Cummings 1894-1962, Poet
My death waits like an old Druid
so confident I'll go his way
whistle to him
and the passing time...
my death waits like a bible truth
at the funeral of my youth
weep loud for that -
and the passing time..
my death waits like
a witch at night
as surely as our love is bright
let's not think about the passing time
But whatever lies behind the door
there is nothing much to do...
angel or devil, I don't care
for in front of that door...
there is you.
My death waits like a beggar blind
who sees the world through an unlit mind
throw him a dime
for the passing time...
my death waits there between your thighs,
your cool fingers will close my eyes
lets think of that and the passing time
my death waits to allow my friends
a few good times befor it ends so
let's drink to that and
the passing time..but what ever lies behind the door,
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil i dont care
for in front of that door.. there is you
my death waits there among the leaves
in magicians mysterious sleeves
rabbits and dogs and the passing time
my death waits there among the flowers
where the blackest shadow, blackest shadow cowers
lets pick lilacs for the passing time
my death waits there,in a double bed
sails of oblivion at my head
so pull up the sheets against the passing time
but whatever lies behind the door
there is nothing much to do
angel or devil....i dont care
for in front of that door
there is me
"My Death" ~ David Bowie
“Of all the strange "crimes" that human beings have legislated of nothing, "blasphemy" is the most amazing - with "obscenity" and "indecent exposure" fighting it out for the second and third place.†Robert Heinlein
“An inordinate passion for pleasure is the secret of remaining young†Oscar Wilde
