Six CDs on shuffle play |
I usually spend some time on Sunday enjoying a rich, dark pot of coffee and doing a little house stuff, while spinning 6 CD's in my changer. The stuff in there varies with my mood, but it occurred to ...
Posted by Phil on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 11:40:00 PST |
Soundtracks for Sex (updated with more music) |
I was reading a blog the other day on this topic, and was disappointed that all folks came up with was the usual trilogy of Barry White, Al Green and Marvin Gaye. As much as I love those guys, the cho...
Posted by Phil on Sun, 03 Feb 2008 10:44:00 PST |
the creative mind |
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Posted by Phil on Sun, 06 Jan 2008 11:24:00 PST |
The Fool |
the fire burnsand I am drawn to the flame.no mere moth,I dive to the incendiary bathand inhale the scorched carbon.I am Man, and I defy my natural limits.With singed extremitiesI invite her into the b...
Posted by Phil on Tue, 16 Oct 2007 08:48:00 PST |
A Quickie |
richwith ironythe eveningwore on asthey folded laundrytrying not totouchthe unmentionables.
Posted by Phil on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 09:08:00 PST |
Two Souls |
Two souls, in tandem,lying in a field of tulips and cut grasswrapped in todaywith the sighs of the momentstitching bonds,seams of supposed connection,that already unravelas the geese fly Southoverhead...
Posted by Phil on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 09:58:00 PST |
Beauty and the Beat Down (Music by Strayhorn) |
A few nights ago I was awakened from a sound sleep by all kinds of chaos from the house next door. The neighbors moved in about a month ago and pretty much kept to themselves. They consisted of a man ...
Posted by Phil on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 07:12:00 PST |
I Like Words |
The Five Love LanguagesMy primary love language is probablyWords of Affirmationwith a secondary love language beingPhysical Touch.Complete set of resultsWords of Affirmation: 9Physical Touch: 8Acts ...
Posted by Phil on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 01:08:00 PST |
growth |
the stillness reverberatesand corridors of lonelinessgive way to the sounds of the night.Lush, hard luck casespromenade in faded fineryand a new life is born.It is deformed, limpingthrough the void in...
Posted by Phil on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 07:32:00 PST |
The Start of a Story |
Wigs were flying off the old ladies' heads that day. I should know. I'm the fool who was assigned to catch them before they hit the ground and became too dirty to wear. That's how I got the nickname "...
Posted by Phil on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 07:52:00 PST |
