The Sense in Sensual |
Should I never speak again - I hope I said everything that could be saidSometimes I forget to speak, or even crack a smile at what is around meBut I'll always hum the tunes sung on endless roadsI'll r...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 20:19:00 GMT |
I Am |
I write when I'm wounded - because wounds seem lesser when I pour out the poison, hurt and pain.
I write.
I rolled the dice again - what a fool am I.
I am.
I played at the table - knowing the d...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Jun 2008 19:15:00 GMT |
Surfaces |
I reach my hand and touch upon the surface.
Silenced for far too long - but it breathes still.
Labored in its efforts - afterall, even light is required for life.
Even on surfaces ...
Posted by on Thu, 22 May 2008 19:28:00 GMT |
Silent Tolling Words |
I wonder where the words went.That often swam around.Needing.Knocking.Begging.To be heard - GET OUT - BE INSPIRING!Where are those words?
I remember once the wordsIn places that we wentI bought a boo...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 18:31:00 GMT |
Appeasement |
The tug of absolute abandonReaches and begs for appeasementWhat an appropriate word.Appeasement:Giving in to the demands of an aggressor.Able to comprehend the needThe wantingThe completeof appeaseme...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Jan 2008 08:20:00 GMT |
Its Me |
I told you that it tasted cherryEver sweet and tartAnd when your vices start to carryYour retorts begin their startYou see it's me here, swinging in the breezeStomping in the dirtSwaying to teas...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Dec 2007 11:36:00 GMT |
Clover Green |
Lay me down in clover greenLush with secrets grownStretch me out on daisies fairOn smooth and traveled stone
Drink me as the water flowsWet sedating needTaste me as nectar sweetBellies warmed, s...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 00:21:00 GMT |
The Moon. |
I am a fan of the moon. Today I was discussing what I feel like when the moon is waxing.
I said:
I feel more creative... I want to create... I want to paint... write... I want to make love&...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 00:47:00 GMT |
Sun Senses |
Sweet scents of wet and leisureLike the sun baked, sandy skinBronzed, sweaty - taunt with warmUnwrapped, wanton need
Lust.
Stretching out, basking in the lightThe glow of sea and saltSwollen lips - b...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 20:38:00 GMT |
... and you may ask ... |
Why all the heart-break blogs as of late?
Tis the season to realize we're single and my heart scratches at the ever busy door of my life saying, "HEY YOU! FUCKING PAY ATTENTION HERE!"
so I write...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 06:58:00 GMT |
