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Would you be interested in the country life? My neighbors are a few horses. I am deeply involved in art, like to garden, kayak a little. I'm athletically inclined. I have a cat. She's challenged some,not very user friendly but I like her. 420 is all I'm into, don't drink or smoke anymore. Drag you around to art galleries and museums, the beach is cool. I have no debts, just a hippie in paradise. Looking for Eve, I guess.
I'm 68, thin side, 5'10, beard, white hair that used to be red. Love to cook. Love to make my woman laugh. Someone to share this wonderful thing called life. It would be cool if you were into literature or learning new things. I am an antiquarian and enjoy studying the past. Collect much of it as well. I'm an avid art collector. Sell as well.
I need not a crabby pants lady. I'm a hopeless romantic and divest myself from negative people. Glib rather than sarcastic. Have herpes 2 that's been dormant for a few years...life goes on. Live in a remodeled trailer and heat with wood mostly. Being honest as I can and expect the same type of a reply. The lady I seek might have tattoos and piercings, be heteroflexible.
Lived the alternative lifestyle with a wonderful sub lady for 7 years and miss it. Anal and oral yes indeed. I like vanilla in my milkshakes but not in my woman. "I would rather be ashes than dust; I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot; I would rather be in a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow than in a sleepy and permanent planet; the proper function of man is to live, not to exist; I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them; I shall USE my time." --- Jack London "Why do people say 'grow some balls?' Balls are weak and vulnerable, if you want to toughen up, grow a vagina. Those things can take a pounding." something Betty White might say...
< class="body">Only the liberation of the natural capacity for love in human beings can master their sadistic destructiveness.
< class="bodybold">Wilhelm Reich


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"It is from feelings of pain that we give birth to ourselves. We want to avoid the feelings of pain. And that is how we kill ourselves. If we do not, want to feel the pain, we mortify our feelings. We have no separate organs with which to experience feelings of pain and happiness. The person who wears armour as a protection against feelings of pain also does so against happiness or pleasant feelings. What is important is not a particular kind of feeling. It is the question of being able to perceive at all, to feel at all. To be alive." ("Love Letter of a Portuguese Nun" by Maria Alcoforado; quoted from "Sadomasochism" by Hans-Jurgen Dopp) "By deficit eyes she is reduced to inferior states; by the evil eye of ignorance she is spellbound to banality and ugliness. But she is redeemed by the eyes of understanding. The hero who can take her as she is, without undue commotion but with the kindness and assurance she requires is potentially the king, the incarnate god, of her created world." - Hero with a thousand faces - Joseph Campbell If a woman is not submissive to a man it is not because she lacks the ability to submit; rather he lacked the ability to create for her a place in her heart and mind to fall to her knees. ~ Anonymous "If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is a compromise." ~Robert Fritz Does not man, perhaps, love something besides well-being? Perhaps he is just as fond of suffering? Perhaps suffering is just as great a benefit to him as well-being? Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately in love with suffering..."
--Fyodor Dostoyevsky It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell. Buddha On an island..in an orchard..by a lake..in a log cabin...you...me.. ....Like trying to nail jello to a tree... I would truly enjoy the regular company of a woman who likes to be ked.flogged..A woman with a positive attitude and sense of humor.
Hope you are having a great week. Hope we'll have common interests and proclivities. Spend alot of time at the beach, looking for things for art work. My main interests concern bondage,sex toys,vibrators,love king,corsets,ass play.
Nothing over the top..not into blood or anything to harm you.
Like to cook,kayak.. keep in shape,workout, play guitar,live in alog cabin gently on the planet,into the environment. Alot of wildlife frequents my door. Live surrounded by an orchard,get alot of deer in the spring and summer.Smoke a little weed now and then..old hippie..longer hair,goatee. I rescue feral cats. I love all animals. Don't have a dog right now.
Yes love stockings on a woman.
Love to read,go to art galleries,yard sales,watch old movies by the fire.here's nothing quite like the experience when people are of one mind wanting the same thing but from different directions..the symbiosis is incredible..best wishes,Red

Somewhere we have never travelled. I need someone to sing to. Looking for a companion, lover, hippie,poet, artist,tree hugger,beachcomber. A literate woman with an edge.
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somewhere i have never travelled


somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
e.e. cummings


The Invitation

< style="font-family: Arial; color: #000000;">It doesn't interest Me
what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest Me
how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love, for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest Me
what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know
if you have touched the center
of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals<

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2/6/2012 7:06:39 AM

She says, " I can't take no more " her tears are diamonds on the floor.... diamonds falling down...


12/23/2011 8:01:34 AM

"She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her." - Tom Waits


12/18/2011 2:55:45 PM

.... success or failure, the truth of a life really has little to do with it's quality. The quality of life is in proportion, always, to the capacity for delight. The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention - Julia Cameron


12/13/2011 5:07:21 PM

No woman will ever be satisified because no man will ever have a chocolate dick that squirts out money....


12/4/2011 4:44:03 AM

So many freaky women.....so little time.....


11/16/2011 2:37:38 PM

In this world it seems easier for two to find a third than it is for one to find another..


11/6/2011 5:52:06 AM

artist seeking artist..need my muse..


11/2/2011 6:08:05 AM

But staying with her
And my little bit of wisdom
Broke down her desires
Like a light through a prism
Into yellows and blues
And the tune that I could not have sung


10/31/2011 7:13:13 PM

One of my fantasies is having my sub sitting naked by the fire singing as I play for her..


9/25/2011 4:59:53 PM

All I need is a sane relationship with a normal freak and yes..that makes total sense..


9/5/2011 6:53:38 AM

If a woman is not submissive to a man it is not because she lacks the ability to submit; rather he lacked the ability to create for her a place in her heart and mind to fall to her knees. ~ Anonymous

 

They sicken of the calm, who knew the storm.
Dorothy Parker

, 'Fair Weather,'

8/30/2011 1:16:46 PM

"It is in no ones power, but my own to create or destroy my own happiness".
(Ayn Rand)


7/7/2011 9:09:44 AM

You know the old saying.." collar me is like doing the same thing day after day and expecting new results" no wait, that's insanity I'm thinking of..

 

Don't kid yourself into thinking you will find quality people on a free personals site..


7/5/2011 4:39:10 PM

If there had been emailing in Dante's time, he would have written about the 8 circles of hell..


7/4/2011 4:13:18 PM

“Life is not about problem resolution. [It requires] a more open-ended and courageous approach. It has to do with not knowing what will happen. It has nothing to do with wanting to get ground under your feet. It’s about keeping your heart and mind open to whatever arises, without hope or [expectation]. ...It's about doing our best to bring Joy while causing no harm. It's about deciding to Live to Love, as opposed to 'living' to be 'loved'". -Pema Chodron

 

http://youtu.be/SRzlD5i-nnI

Because he's great


7/4/2011 4:06:03 PM

Kate and Anna McGarrigle and Linda Ronstadt..

http://youtu.be/yDrkUmxrxpQ


7/3/2011 7:27:47 PM

My favorite swing dancer from the 40's. This was her debut. She was the winner of a swing contest and this is her first movie. She was 19 and made a career of it and became known as the Queen of Swing. Jean Veloz is her name.

http://youtu.be/1Mc2fTyTca4

I know what it is..she looks like Lois Lane in the 50's tv Superman..I always had the hots for her..yeah..


7/3/2011 5:15:28 PM

The best two tap dancers the US every produced

http://youtu.be/lTN-NPtNOHU


7/3/2011 1:15:51 PM

http://youtu.be/_ZtGuS2px1w


7/2/2011 10:27:37 AM

But staying with her
And my little bit of wisdom
Broke down her desires
Like a light through a prism
Into yellows and blues
And the tune that I could not have sung

Though the essence is gone
I have no tears to cry for her
And my only thoughts of her
Are kind

-Michael Nesmith from "Joanne"

 

http://youtu.be/bj0rUVzXbFk


7/2/2011 9:30:19 AM

Ninety five percent of the people here are players and the five percent of us that are not are quite amused by the parade and brought our lawn chairs.

http://youtu.be/x3xk3OXITZ4

 




7/1/2011 11:46:37 AM

Hardest part to deal with when subless is not having anyone to focus all my attention on..all my energy..like an laser beam pointing nowhere...


7/1/2011 5:19:41 AM

Cybering and text is the twilight zone of real communication..


6/30/2011 3:21:44 PM

Ladies..never let yourself be tied up by someone not as bright as yourself..

 

.....if he's as dumb as a box of rocks, you might get your heinie turned to gravel....


6/30/2011 2:00:06 PM

Subs should be designed like litmus paper or mood rings


6/29/2011 3:05:43 PM

Due to the generous pictorial contributions of female members, I am now able to identify over 20 different flower species..

...and because of all the eye photos, I've now been qualified to take the entrance exams at a prominent school of optometry..


6/29/2011 1:39:05 PM

Can I just order my sub off a menu..? hold the mayo..


6/29/2011 12:14:18 PM

Artist space for you..writing...room for your horse..garden..apple trees..


6/29/2011 11:34:24 AM

You haven't given up on your health..you are not bi-polar..you are ambulatory and have no major disabilities..you were born female...no heart issues..cause I'm gonna work you sometimes..and you want to be awake for it..because it does it for you. Consider an arrangement you living here for awhile..then we go live at your place..kinda like snowbirds..I am good with tools..hmmm..yeah all kinds..


6/29/2011 7:34:20 AM

If after a few emails, we do not have a phone conversation, I will assume you lack certain character traits I need.I am too busy to deal with incessant emails that do not present a person any thing other than uni-dimensional..I.m not making a career of this hole..I want to make a career of your holes..now..


6/18/2011 8:08:05 PM

These personal sites crack me up..Men use their youngest pic and ladies use their thinnest..of course..all in the spirit of mutual deception  I love it.. It's like playing liar's poker getting to know someone...wading through the bullshit..ha.. Acts of deception always give me mixed signals..like being fucked in the ass, but not in a good way..


6/18/2011 8:47:40 AM

0ne of the best ways to learn about a sub is to ask her to describe her day to you..


6/18/2011 8:43:02 AM

Yes ladies..men do think this way....the longer the profile you have..the greater is the chance you are a head case to be avoided..hmmm Yep..some guys have short attention spans as well..If any basic stats are missing, we will avoid you..No pic, then give us a description in your own words..


6/18/2011 8:33:31 AM

You'll get my attention if you prefer gyms over slim jims..tofu over tobacco...aerobics over alcohol..kayaks over Colonel Sanders..


6/18/2011 8:30:46 AM

I was told I'd get a free prozac prescription if I signed up here..well..


6/17/2011 10:19:36 AM

Woman's Prayer/Man's Prayer

WOMAN'S PRAYER/POEM

Before I lay me down to sleep,

I pray for a man, who's not a creep,

One who's handsome, smart and strong.

One who loves to listen long,

One who thinks before he speaks,

One who'll call, not wait for weeks.

I pray he's gainfully employed,

When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.

Loves my family and my mother,

no wandering eyes for another.

Pulls out my chair and opens my door,

Massages my back and begs to do more.

Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,

Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"

I pray that this man will love me to no end,

And always be my very best friend.

MAN'S POEM

I pray for a hot looking, deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs, who owns a liquor store, a big screen TV, and a golf course. This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a crap.


6/14/2011 7:54:44 PM

Gonna start working on a new song.."I'll never beat you in a bad way baby...."


6/13/2011 10:09:12 AM

Black and blue with holes sore too...


6/13/2011 8:48:16 AM

I might be fortunate enough to discover a sexaholic who dresses like Sister Wendy and gives me interesting art lectures about Andy Worhol wearing her fuck me heels..


6/10/2011 2:19:07 PM

I need not labor...I was born with two penises (pene) and yes Ripley knows all about me.....


6/8/2011 10:10:48 AM

Note to self: When taking bathroom mirror pics with my cell and wet hands..best to keep the toilet lid down...


6/7/2011 1:25:16 PM

Signs She's Getting Bored Having Sex with You

- When you request sex, she replies, "Wait 'til the Nyquil kicks in."

- Gets very upset when the ashtray falls off your ass.

- Actually answers when you ask, "Who's your daddy?"

- Only moans during commercial breaks.

- Keeps trying to set you up with her friends.

 

- Runs for vacant Senate seat in New York.

- You find yourself sitting backstage at the Jerry Springer show.

- You begin to suspect she is only "playing" dead.

 

- Her moans of delight discovered to actually be a WAV file.

- Instead of asking to leave her shirt on, she wants to leave her pants on too.

- Keeps asking, "Are you SURE you're not gay?"

- Holds up a picture of the Playboy centerfold to hurry you along.

 

- She yells out her own name.

- Bangs her head on the headboard BEFORE you begin.

 

ran across this..too funny..


6/6/2011 5:15:04 PM

Wow..old subs are way too flaccid and young ones are way to flakey..what to do..I know..I'll  stick with middle age flighty ones..solved yeah right..shooting myself in the ass would feel better..


6/1/2011 9:00:36 AM

Honesty is very sexy....


6/1/2011 8:44:40 AM

Subs..dontcha love them...the younger ones are in fear and the older ones are insane..


5/19/2011 2:16:52 PM

Seems easier for two to find a third than it does for one to find another..


5/17/2011 7:01:41 AM

I walked alone,
breathing in the damp air
of a gentle midwinter rainfall.
A gray sky hangs heavy overhead,
robbing me of robust colors,
birds appear black
against a monotonic background,
barren trees, stark in this composition
pen and ink sketches of gray tones
and despair.

My moods, like the weather,
have been unpredictable.
My life colorless.
I wait for the sunshine to warm
to brighten my world.
You are my sunshine,
but today,
I walk alone.

I just happen to like this poem and no, I'm not giving all my stuff away and looking for a rooftop..


5/17/2011 5:49:53 AM

"I am a serious minded sub that won't take crap "...or..." I am a happy sub wanting to serve"..geez which to choose..


5/16/2011 10:50:28 AM

The scariest women here are those who won't post ANY pics of anything..


5/16/2011 10:38:44 AM

If you're flaccid and you know it..clap your hands..or try at least..


5/15/2011 8:42:37 AM

From what I sense..see..read..feel..that most of us will not find love and this lifestyle in the same person. It would be nice..but the facts indicate otherwise..Someone to love you and another to satisfy you..


5/15/2011 7:21:49 AM

Let's see..oh here's a new approach for a profile...No height no weight no pic and she is online 24/7..I'm gonna jump right on that..wow..


5/11/2011 5:48:23 AM

I need a woman who chain smokes and drinks vodka straight,is online all day, eats nothing but junk food, has no friends or hobbies,is not creative in any way, someone who can't spell or hold a conversation longer than 5 minutes, wears cheap perfume, hates dresses. Someone who is looking for a Master to allow her to continue this for the remainder of her life. Someone fresh out of rehab would be ideal. Please have a few pics at least 15 years old. I prefer pics of floating body parts..eyes..lots of eye pics really do it for me..


5/6/2011 11:24:08 PM

This is a free site..so what the hell did you expect to find here?


5/1/2011 8:50:48 AM

Here are some observations..the women my age are too old in the head..they want me to live real close by..as soon as they have a Dom..they are right back on their computer all day..like nothing changed......


4/25/2011 2:49:44 PM

Ok..it's settled..The people on phetlife have it together alot more than here..


4/24/2011 7:34:35 AM

The last one to leave collarme please turn out the lights..Do you think these guys look at phetlife and even have a clue. how to build a website?


4/22/2011 8:16:19 AM

Holy shit there is a lot of deception going on here.. I have alot more respect for someone who gives you current and honest info about themselves..their size..height..weight than I do with all these blind cryptic ads..yeah pics of eyes..hands...hardly any stats..pics that are your thinnest taken ten or twenty years ago...what the fuck..why would I consider you at all..? Would I not be the next victim of your deceptions? Not likely...


4/17/2011 9:44:26 PM

Why are so many people into bdsm recovering from something?


4/17/2011 9:28:35 PM

Wow..so many messed up women...so little time..


4/9/2011 9:14:10 AM

Interesting how few pics show the face with any emotion..


4/6/2011 7:34:42 AM

Getting her to focus was like nailing jello to a tree...


4/6/2011 6:47:18 AM

note to self..subs that show up with pms....a migraine and a hangover will be sent home...


4/1/2011 9:21:57 AM

Love the smile that breaks across her face when I tell her to bring me her handcuffs..


3/29/2011 6:47:51 AM

We are here to identify and satisfy our deepest needs....let's not screw with each other..


3/27/2011 7:09:27 AM

Your age is irrelevant..you need to be fit to be flogged..


3/26/2011 11:56:09 PM

Subs are easy to find..loyal ones that can be friends are not..


3/26/2011 4:23:04 PM

My work is only starting when I see your  thighs moistening


3/26/2011 4:21:43 PM

Many times it will not be me having sex with you..it will be me using you sexually..


3/23/2011 12:59:51 PM

Deception starts with a photograph older than a few years..


3/23/2011 8:57:07 AM

When I see a blank list of interests on a profile..I can assume all you do is park your butt in front of your pc all the time..


3/22/2011 5:32:24 PM

An older dom will train you better..longer..with more care..


3/22/2011 5:15:52 PM

I don't have a job...but I have two penis.


3/22/2011 1:33:20 PM

Happy trails sweetie..I bet you don't write poems about him...and I bet he dosen't sing to you.....


3/22/2011 9:12:58 AM

A good submissive is worth the distance


3/21/2011 6:21:38 PM

My last sub was such a joy..and then such a dissapointment..seems she was home sick the day they taught about ethics at subbie school..oh well..life is for learning..and there are many predator submissives out there..careful where you step..


3/20/2011 11:55:26 PM

note to self...giving an older sub a strenous session could give her a stroke..at the least i have had some pass out..be careful..give the smokers and drinkers more time to catch up..


3/20/2011 5:38:28 PM

Flogging a woman is worse than having a meth addiction


3/20/2011 5:20:38 PM

If you don't have a great body..you better have class..


3/20/2011 9:46:50 AM

It's a sign of stupidity to comment on the obvious.


10/19/2009 7:44:59 PM
The perfume that she wore was from some little store
On the down side of town
But it lingered on long after shed gone
I remember it well
And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light
And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night
Her long flowing hair came softly undone
And it lay all around
And she brushed it down as I stood by her side
In the warmth of her love

And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin
And then we played a game only she could win
And she told me a riddle Ill never forget
Then left with the answer Ive never found yet

How long, said she, can a moment like this
Belong to someone
Whats wrong, what is right, when to live or to die
We must almost be born
So if you should ask me what secrets I hide
Im only your lover, dont make me decide

The perfume that she wore was from some little store
On the down side of town
But it lingered on long after shed gone
I remember it well

And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin
And then we played a game only she could win
And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light
And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night
 

9/5/2007 3:54:03 AM
Of Many Worlds in This World
by Margaret Cavendish

Just like as in a nest of boxes round, Degrees of sizes in each box are found: So, in this world, may many others be Thinner and less, and less still by degree: Although they are not subject to our sense, A world may be no bigger than two-pence. Nature is curious, and such works may shape, Which our dull senses easily escape: For creatures, small as atoms, may there be, If every one a creature’s figure bear. If atoms four, a world can make, then see What several worlds might in an ear-ring be: For, millions of those atoms may be in The head of one small, little, single pin. And if thus small, then ladies may well wear A world of worlds, as pendents in each ear.

9/4/2007 4:08:05 PM

Laura Nyro Sweet Dream Fade lyrics

Do you wanna make a sweet dream fade after all the tries we made?
Never mind perfection, heroes or heroines.
Tonight, let’s be lovers again. Tonight, lover, let’s be friends or make a sweet dream fade.
Too many tears can dim the light, give or take, wrong or right.
Innovation, make amends, tonight, let’s be lovers again.
Tonight, let’s be lovers again. Tonight, lover, let’s be friends or make a sweet dream fade.
Kids cry, money flies away. Dream on, baby, dream on. Where have all the years gone?
Do you wanna make a sweet dream fade after all the tries we made?
Never mind perfection, heroes or heroines.
Tonight, let’s be lovers again. Tonight, oo, baby,
lover, let’s be friends, lover, let’s be friends or make a sweet dream fade.
Lover, let’s be friends, lover, let’s be friends or make a sweet dream fade.
Lover, let’s be friends or make a sweet dream fade.


9/4/2007 4:05:27 PM

Laura Nyro Triple Goddess Twilight lyrics

I was a sweet baby in my mother’s arms, we were strolling through the park.
Picnic, peace walk, progress.
Just a baby in her arms, my politics are based on her charms.
Triple Goddess Twilight, slow down. Feel the land, violet everywhere, I’ll meet you there.
Mother, you died young and left me. Your twilight colors, rose, ah, burgundy, coral mist.
What are the shades of loneliness?
Triple Goddess Twilight, late sky violet and pink.
All roads lead to Venus. I’ll meet you there in your dream of progress.
My grandfather painted houses on a ladder in the sky.
He was working class, urbane, streetwise.
Said, “We can change the world, girl, love will inspire.”
Told me this through whiskey and revolutionary fire.
Triple Goddess Twilight, last trace of ruby and flame. First star leads to Venus.
He left a war to talk in peace now. Sad life was for our dream, our dream of progress.


9/4/2007 4:00:16 PM
"Some Journey"

If I had met you on some journey
Where would we be now
If we had met some eastbound train
Through some black sleeping town

Would you have worn your silken robes
All made of royal blue?
Would I have dressed in smoke and fire
For you to see through?

If we had met in a darkened room
Where people do not stay
But shadows touch and pass right through
And never see the day

Would you have taken me upstairs
And turned the lamplight low?
Would I have shown my secret self
And disappeared like the snow?

Oh, I could have played your little girl
Or I could have played your wife
I could have played your mistress
Running danger down through you life

I could have played your lady fair
All dressed in lace like the foam from the sea
I could have been your woman of the road
As long as you did not come back home to me

But as it is, we live in the city
And everything stays in place
Instead we meet on the open sidewalk
And it's well I know your face

We talk and talk, we tell the truth
There are no shadows here
But when I look into your eyes
I wonder what might have been here

Because if I had met you on some journey
Where would we be now?

by Suzanne Vega

9/4/2007 3:36:59 PM
When you look through clear water to the depth of the ocean, you see the botton.You do not realize how deep you are viewing. That is a heart, naked to the soul. When you touch the face you see in the shimmering reflecting back at you and feel her jaw bone with the back of your hand and smell the traces of her fragrance, your warm breath behind her ears  and down,you have traced along the nape of her soul. When you have allowed your lips to dip into the wet of its ocean..you have kissed..
by LM

9/4/2007 11:18:37 AM

Fallen Angel
by Russell Guldin

I want your sweat
Staining my skin
Marking my sin.

I want to be drenched
In your
-warm
-soft
-wet
rain.

Make my heart
Bruise against my bones.

Deafen me with your moans.
Burn me in your embrace.
Suffocate me deep inside you.
Kill me, just a little,

Make me a fallen angel;
Rend my back;
Scar me;
Tear out my wings.


9/3/2007 8:21:13 PM

MOTHER EARTH by Running Elk Woman

You think your superior
civilized man, look what
you've done to these
precious lands.

We are not but a flea
on our mother's back.
How much more
before she cracks.

Hear her call us one
and all, for if not
we all will fall.

You've taken advantage
of these precious lands
what is to come, is
now at hand.


9/3/2007 8:17:49 PM
The Earth Can Be Healed- Liz Frost

what was given was taken and can be given again,
but not just to one race of men,
as on this continent exist many men
mixed of many races,
a blending of many faces,
will join
together in many places,
with combined heart and soul,
joined through the wheel,
the earth can be healed
and again become whole,
look to your soul
there you will see
there you will know


9/3/2007 8:15:29 PM

Blue Hearts

eat at the hearts of the dreamers
and sing songs that confuse their minds
until the dreamers know not which way is up
and collapse in the run-down areas at the center of the town!

I found myself in the morning on my side
(Someone had turned me over lest I choke!)
lying in a gutter
(Someone had covered me with newspaper lest I freeze!)
Cursing the day I had met the Blue Hearts
And listened to their songs
And cursing those who could have warned me of the Blue Hearts
but remained silent!

This is why I do this!
This is why I sing these songs
And say the things I say
And do the things I do!

My hands may never heal again
My feet may never dance
But as long as I have a mouth to sound a warning
And hands to write these words
I will sing
and sing
and sing
-unknown


9/3/2007 8:12:52 PM

Like a Plastic Medicine Man,
I wobble my head to-and-fro on the dashboard
where someone has placed me without my permission.

Like a Plastic Medicine Man,
I find speaking has become difficult
because the windshield heat melts my lips together.

Like a Plastic Medicine Man,
I search for ways to shed this plastic skin
to unread what manipulators teach their children,
to unspeak what they have spoken,
to help make whole what they have broken.
by Gerard Donnelly-Smith


9/2/2007 6:06:04 PM

Author unkown

When first I slipped my hand under your shirt,
I shivered like a thief, stealing your heat
and softness. How my eager fingers burned
down to their tips, while cradled in my palm
your beating heart set fire to my blue veins.
I smoldered like an ember, and your voice
enflamed my skin to blazes with a sigh.

Later, my steaming hands undid your skirt;
My tongue on your thigh traced that secret beat
as if in flames. And who knows how I learned
to handle fire that way? Or where the calm
that so possessed me sprung from? What explains
how phoenix-like, consumed, I could rejoice--
be born anew in you, and, burning, fly?


9/2/2007 5:38:41 PM
The Future
 
  Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!

Leonard Cohen


9/2/2007 5:33:02 PM
ALL IS FINISHED

I WANTED TO GIVE SOMETHING OF MY PAST
TO MY GRANDSON.
I TOLD HIM THAT I WOULD SING
THE SACRED WOLF SONG OVER HIM.
IN MY SONG, I APPLEALED TO THE WOLF
TO COME AND PRESIDE OVER US,
WHILE I WOULD PERFORM THE WOLF CEREMONY.
SO THAT THE BONDAGE BETWEEN MY GRANDSON
AND THE WOLF WOULD BE LIFE LONG.

I SANG.

IN MY VOICE WAS THE HOPE
THAT CLINGS TO EVERY HEARTBEAT.

I SANG.

IN MY WORDS WERE THE POWERS
I INHERITED FROM MY FOREFATHERS.

I SANG.

IN MY CUPPED HANDS LAY A SPRUCE SEED..
THE LINK TO CREATION.

I SANG.

IN MY EYES, SPARKLED LOVE.

AND THE SONG FLOATED
ON THE SUN'S RAYS FROM TREE TO TREE.
WHEN I HAD ENDED,
IT WAS AS IF THE WHOLE WORLD
LISTENED WITH US
TO HEAR THE WOLF'S REPLY.
WE WAITED A LONG TIME
BUT NONE CAME.
AGAIN I SANG,
HUMBLY
BUT AS INVITINGLY AS I COULD,
UNTIL MY THROAT ACHED
AND MY VOICE GAVE OUT.

ALL OF A SUDDEN
I REALIZED WHY NO WOLVES HAD HEARD
MY SACRED SONG.
THERE WERE NONE LEFT!

MY HEART FILLED WITH TEARS.
I COULD NO LONGER
GIVE MY GRANDSON
FAITH IN THE PAST, OUR PAST.
I...WEPT IN SILENCE.
ALL IS FINISHED!

CHIEF DAN GEORGE
SALISH


9/2/2007 5:24:18 PM
A Hidden Place

Each of us has a hidden place
Somewhere deep within ourselves;
A place where we go to get away,
To think things through,
To be alone, to be ourselves.
This unique place, where we confront our deepest feelings,
Becomes a storehouse of all our hopes,
All our needs, all our dreams,
And even our unspoken fears.
It encompasses the essence of who we are and what we want to be.
But now and then, whether by chance or design,
Someone discovers a way into that place we thought was ours alone.
And we allow that person to see, to feel and to share
All the reason, all the uncertainty
And all the emotion we've stored up there.
That person adds new perspe ctive to our hidden realm,
Then quietly settles down in his own corner of our special place,
Where a bit of himself will stay forever.
And we call that person a friend.

-Poem by Carol Elaine Faivre-Scott


9/2/2007 5:18:35 PM
TEARS OF A NATION

I met a man of many colors
And a tear was upon his cheek.
"Old man" I ask, "why do you cry
With such an agonizing weep?"

"Oh child" this man he says to me,
"My heart is broken in so many ways
That I believe this day to end
Will find me out stretched and far within
The encompassing earth of sin."

I sat down beside this man
And asked him "do not cry.
For what you think is so bad
That life will pass you by?"

He looks at me with such sad eyes.
And weeps ever more.
He holds his hands out to me
And alas, I do see
The anguish of his heart.

For his hands were different colors
One is red and the other white,
A leg he unclothed for me
Was as yellow as could be
And his other leg as black as night.

"I am the father of the world.
In case you do not know.
And my children have grown apart
And fight among themselves.

For when they do not get along
My arms and legs and hands and feet
Destroys the very life of me.

My hands of red and white
Will not feed this face of night.
And my legs of black and yellow,
Will not stand beneath this body
And support my heart and soul.

For they argue far too much,
And now I have grown old.

So here I sit in this haven
Of unwelcomeness.
And when this day ends,
A father I will not be.
For my children of many nations
Have forgotten how to accompany me.

Native American Contemporary Poetry


9/2/2007 5:15:05 PM
To a Stranger
by Walt  Whitman   (1819 - 1892)
   
    

Passing stranger! you do not know
How longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
Or she I was seeking
(It comes to me as a dream)

I have somewhere surely
Lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other,
Fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,

You grew up with me,
Were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become
not yours only nor left my body mine only,

You give me the pleasure of your eyes,
face, flesh as we pass,
You take of my beard, breast, hands,
in return,

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you
when I sit alone or wake at night, alone
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.


9/2/2007 5:06:49 PM

A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet, if Hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it, therefore, the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

- by Edgar Allen Poe 


9/2/2007 5:04:58 PM
Naked
~by Pablo Neruda


Naked, you are simple as a hand,
smooth, earthy, small...transparent, round.
You have moon lines and apple paths;
Naked, you are slender as the wheat.

Naked, Cuban blue midnight is your color,
Naked, I trace the stars and vines in your hair;
Naked, you are spacious and yellow
As a summer's wholeness in a golden church.

Naked, you are tiny as your fingernail;
Subtle and curved in the rose-colored dawn 
And you withdraw to the underground world

As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:
your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves, 
And becomes a naked hand again. 

9/2/2007 5:01:53 PM

Untitled

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)



Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain,
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
and rise and sink and rise and sink again.
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
pinned down by need and moaning for release
or nagged by want past resolutions power,
I might be driven to sell you love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It may well be.  I do not think I would.


9/1/2007 6:49:31 PM
An Erotic Story - written by Krissy

My room is perfect for the occasion, soft music, candles, and the sheets of the bed are pulled back.  Wine glasses put aside we sit on the bed and you kiss me, lips full of love and desire.  We fall back against the pillows as you pull my shirt over my head to reveal my nipples which are already rock hard.  You kiss me again, this time down my neck and to my breasts, taking turns softly nibbling on each nipple.  We sit up, you pulling me on to your lap as I strip off your shirt. I push you head back down to my breasts and pull you back down on top of me.  You bite harder, I moan softly and reach towards the hardening bulge that I can feel against my leg.  I caress it over your pants till I can wait no longer.  I unbutton your pants and reveal your cock.  I moan louder as your hands have begun to message my inner thigh.  We roll over and I take off your pants completely.  I take you into my mouth before your pants have even hit the floor.  I am hungry for your juices.  As I suck your throbbing cock with one hand I massage your sack and with the other the base of your cock because I can't possibly fit it all in my mouth.  Soon my hunger is satisfied and you tell me that now it is my turn.  Laying my on my back you remove my shorts to find that I have shaven for you and that pleases you. My pussy is dripping and you slowly lick my clit starting slowly at the outside and working your way in.  You spread my legs as far as they will go and finger me fast and hard as you lick my clit. My moans of pleasure have become screams of "oh yes!" and "right there" my body shakes with a wave of orgasm and you stop and ask me if I am ready. I respond that I am more than ready and you slide on a condom and then slowly enter me.  The faster we go the louder I get.  We roll across the bed and I ride you until we both cum.  After a few moments rest we start at it again this time you sit up and I ride your lap you wait until I am ready to cum and then stop and tell me to get on my knees and enter me from behind.  Once we cum I fall asleep in your arms, we will wake up in a few hours and do it all again.


8/31/2007 9:24:00 PM
"The Queen & The Soldier"

The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door
He said, "I am not fighting for you any more"
The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before
And slowly she let him inside.

He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill
And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill
But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will
Only first I am asking you why."

Down in the long narrow hall he was led
Into her rooms with her tapestries red
And she never once took the crown from her head
She asked him there to sit down.

He said, "I see you now, and you are so very young
But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won
And I've got this intuition, says it's all for your fun
And now will you tell me why?"

The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye
She said, "You won't understand, and you may as well not try"
But her face was a child's, and he thought she would cry
But she closed herself up like a fan.

And she said, "I've swallowed a secret burning thread
It cuts me inside, and often I've bled"
He laid his hand then on top of her head
And he bowed her down to the ground.

"Tell me how hungry are you? How weak you must feel
As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed
But I won't march again on your battlefield"
And he took her to the window to see.

And the sun, it was gold, though the sky, it was gray
And she wanted more than she ever could say
But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away
And would not look at his face again.

And he said, "I want to live as an honest man
To get all I deserve and to give all I can
And to love a young woman who I don't understand
Your highness, your ways are very strange."

But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break
And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached
She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait
She would only be a moment inside.

Out in the distance her order was heard
And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word
And while the queen went on strangeling in the solitude she preferred
The battle continued on

Suzanne Vega

8/31/2007 8:52:42 PM

OCEAN GYPSY

Tried to take it all away
And learn her freedom just inside a day
And find her soul
To find their fears allayed

Tried to make her love their own
They took her love they left her there
They gave her nothing back
That she would want to own

Gold and silver rings and stones
Dances slowly of the moon
No-one else can know
She stands alone

Sleeping dreams will reach for her
She cannot say the words they need
She knows she's alone
And she is free

Chorus:

Ocean gypsy of the moon
The sun has made a thousand nights
For you to hold
Ocean gypsy where are you
The shadows followed by the stars
Have turned to gold, turned to gold

Then she met a hollow soul
Filled him with her light
And was consoled she was the moon
And he, the sun was gold

Eyes were blinded with his light
The sun she gave
Reflected back the night
The moon was waning
Almost out of sight

Softly ocean gypsy calls
Silence holds the stars awhile
They smile sadly
For her where she falls

Just the time before the dawn
The sea is hushed
The ocean calls her
Day has taken her and now she's gone

Repeat chorus

No-one noticed when she died
Ocean gypsy shackled to the tide
The ebbing waves were turning
Spreading wide

Something gone within her eyes
Her fingers lifeless stroke the sand
Her battered soul was lost
She was abandoned

Silken threads like wings still shine
Winds take pleasure still make patterns
In her lovely hair
So dark and fine

Stands on high beneath the seas
Cries no more
Her tears have dried
Oceans weep for her the ocean sighs


8/31/2007 8:51:03 PM
Lady Midnight

I came by myself to a very crowded place;
I was looking for someone who had lines in her face.
I found her there but she was past all concern;
I asked her to hold me, I said, "Lady, unfold me,"
but she scorned me and she told me
I was dead and I could never return.

Well, I argued all night like so many have before,
saying, "Whatever you give me, I seem to need so much more."
Then she pointed at me where I kneeled on her floor,
she said, "Don't try to use me or slyly refuse me,
just win me or lose me,
it is this that the darkness is for."

I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old,
the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold."
"If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
So I walked through the morning, sweet early morning,
I could hear my lady calling,
"You've won me, you've won me, my lord,
you've won me, you've won me, my lord,
yes, you've won me, you've won me, my lord,
ah, you've won me, you've won me, my lord,
ah, you've won me, you've won me, my lord."

Leonard Cohen

8/31/2007 8:37:34 PM
Have we lost our way?...
We must return again to the call of nature ...
This call is muted with the hurts around us ...
Destruction of the good and bad ...
We must return, not as aliens, but as Keepers of all
things that are a part of us ...
Some are forever gone ...
Others are crying out in despair ...
Just as our Ancestors kept the faith with all things
Great and Small ...
So must we be the guardians of the Sun, the Moon
and the Stars ...
It is because of them, and our respect for their powers
that we must raise our voices to be heard ...
We are not just the Red Man, we are THE PEOPLE ...
Our fathers before us worshipped all things of nature ...
This is good, for Nature is the Heart of all things ...
All of us spring from Mother Earth and must return to
her bosom ...
If we poison Her, so will our future be poisoned ...
She will rebel against the hurts and we will be the losers ...
We must return ...
Native American

8/31/2007 8:34:23 PM
CIRCLE OF TIME

Like a spider they await
For the trusting and unsuspecting prey.
To light upon their web
To twist and deceive you
Until you believe what has been said
To be truth, love and kindness.

Words of evil and trustless faith
Has warped this world of it's gentleness
And stripped the life from it.
The very being of it's soul
Has been buried beneath
The cries of pain of centuries old

For they all watch and sit and wait
To see how much further we shall go
How much more destruction is left.
Sadly, we are being waited on
by eyes much wiser and knowing
Than yours or mine
Just to see what we will do
In our Circle of Time.
LneStarLdy


8/31/2007 8:32:02 PM
.."And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being. And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter the children of one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy
Black Elk

8/31/2007 8:29:10 PM
These Shoes of Mine


I have had many shoes in my lifetime,
but there was a pair that I bought many
years ago.
I found them in a thrift shop and when
I saw them, they seemed to call out to me.
I went over to the counter where they
were and tried them on.
They seemed too small but in a strange
way, they stretched to my feet. I bought
them for a pittance and wore them home
and wore them and wore them everywhere.
They became part of me, so much that
that I had to write a little memorial to them.
These Shoes of Mine
These shoes you say have been out to
play, so long ago.
When I was young and full of dreams and hopes, these shoes of mine danced away
the night.
They traveled around the world, to far
off places.
These shoes of mine, walked down the
aisle of love and happiness, forty years ago.
These shoes of mine stumbled many
times in life.
They walked through that lonely tunel
of death when everything ends.
They traveled back and forth for each child. But these shoes of mine continued on
for other generations of life.
But at last, these shoes of mine, are no
longer needed.
Nature has taken care of that. But I
felt they deserved a fine burial.
Written by Netju's Mom(Glonik)
Native American Poetry

8/31/2007 8:24:52 PM

AND a woman spoke, saying, Tell us of Pain.

And he said:

Your pain is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break,that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

And could you keep your heart in wonder
at the daily miracles of your life, your pain
would not seem less wondrous than your joy;

And you would accept the seasons of your
heart, even as you have always accepted
the seasons that pass over your fields.

And you would watch with serenity
through the winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

It is the bitter potion by which the
physician within you heals your sick self.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink
his remedy in silence and tranquillity:

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided
by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips,
has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter
has moistened with His own sacred tears.


8/31/2007 8:20:29 PM
A Conceit
 
  Give me your hand

Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.

Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.

For me
Give me your hand.

Maya Angelou


8/31/2007 8:09:55 PM

Alone - John Popper (Blues Traveler)
I said "I love you," She began to cry. She said she needed a friend, I said "I'll try." Soon we'd say nothing, Somehow I never wondered why, You see, she left me, She left me, I'm alone. I'd loved her always, She didn't know. I tried patience, Let a friendship grow. I tried to keep her, That's what made her go. You see, she left me, She left me, I'm alone. Beauty and the beast Was how it seemed to be. A love like hers Aint meant for guys like me. Some call me crazy, Some politely call me free, but either way You see, she left me, She left me, I'm alone. I'm trying to forget you but it just won't work, I think I'm losing my mind, I think I'm going berzerk, I love you with a passion that you just don't know, And I kinda wish right now that I was telling you so, I could rant, or rave, or play some little game, But when I look into your eyes, it all seems the same, You weren't meant for me and that's a sad but true fact, Now I don't care how I look and don't care how I act, You set me free; I'm a man among men, But when I think of what I missed it starts all again, Now alone in the darkness of each new day, My heart is on its own. I wanna rip it from my chest and throw it away, Watch this bassman take me home. I guess some day, Love will soon be here, And maybe then, I'll see things more clear. I guess I got excited, Cause it felt so near, and You see, she left me, She left me, I'm alone. But I know I'd give my life, Just to hold her now, And who knows? I might see her around. Hopes can always go up. Tears can only come down. You see, she left me. She left me, I'm alone.


8/31/2007 8:07:21 PM

Time after Time - Cyndi Lauper
Lying in my bed, I hear the clock ticks and think of you. Caught up in circles, confusion is nothing new. Flash back - warm night, almost left behind suitcase of memories. Time after - sometime you pictured me I'm walking too far ahead. You're callin' to me - I can't hear what you've said you said - "Go slow, I fall behind." The second hand unwinds. If you're lost you can look and you will find me, time after time. If you fall I will catch you. I'll be waiting. Time after time. I turn, my picture fades and darkness has turned to gray. Watching through windows you're wondering if I'm OK. Secrets stolen from deep inside. The drum beats out of time. If you're lost you can look and you will find me - time after time. If you fall I will catch you. I'll be waiting. Time after time.


8/31/2007 8:06:29 PM

Landslide - Fleetwood Mac
I took my love and I took it down. Climbed a mountain and turned around. And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills'til the landslide brought it down. Oh, mirror in the sky -What is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life? I don't know.....I don't know. Well I've been afraid of changin' because I've built my life around you. But time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I'm getting older too.... So, take my love...take it down. Climb a mountain and turn around. And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills...well the landslide will bring it down. The landslide will bring it down


8/30/2007 12:51:44 PM
Love Sonnet XI

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

by Pablo Neruda 1904-1973


8/30/2007 12:45:52 PM

I Look Upon Her

I look upon her face lying on my pillow
Lit by the light of my bedroom window
Wrapped within my gently arms
Knowing she will come to no harm

I look upon her hair, soft and fair
Unable to find the words to compare
Answers she has given me in times of pain
That love and hope will visit again

I look upon her lips, moist and red
Giving me life when all was dead
She restored my heart when it was lost
Melting what was covered in frost

I look upon her breasts, firm and strong
Knowing that love could not be wrong
Slowly moving with every breath
Always knowing she was not like the rest

I look upon her hips, round and smooth
Gently touching not daring to move
I fix the sheets with delicate care
But a gentle kiss is all I dare

I look upon her face staring into mine
Filling my body as if it were wine
I close her eyes with gentle kisses
For she has answered all my wishes.

8/30/2007 12:36:32 PM
Film Strip

We’re not dating anymore
That never stopped us before
But on the back of the car?
Yes
In the driveway?
Yes
But someone might see us
Exactly

She pursed her lips
And looked down at his nightstand
Two hundred

I don’t have that kind of money
I know
Then why?
If you can’t pay…
But this is art
It’s sex
It’s sex in an artistic medium
VHS is an artistic medium?

Breaking up was becoming a matter
For lawyers
So many details
Compromises & negotiations
Some stranger than others

You can wear the top ok?
I’ll still be naked
You’ll be partially naked
Let me wear the skirt too
Fine but you only get fifty

If he couldn’t have her
He’d have celluloid memories
Play, pause, masturbate
Rewind to the money shot
She knew how to moan
Like a starlet

Like this?
Bent over under sparkling skies
Yes, don’t move
Pavement under her feet
Ready for action?
Camera rolling

He had learned so much from her
She was the experienced traveler
He the novice lover
She was growing bored
He had grown obsessive

Yes
Make it good
This is the last time he’d know her secrets
A last time that would replay forever in his VCR
On many lonely nights
But she’d be gone

Yes, Harder, Yes
A tear rolled down his face
And landed on her back
The intensity was purely psychological
An expression of loss

Give it to me!
His arms gripped around her
She bucked back into him
Her shrieks echoed into the night sky
He shuddered with awe

Cut
The scene ended too quickly
It’s over? She asked surprised
Yes He wept to himself
It’s over
We’re done

author unkown

8/30/2007 12:30:03 PM
When You Come
 
  When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,

I CRY.

Maya Angelou


8/30/2007 12:09:53 PM

Izumi Shikibu



My black hair tangled
As my own tangled thoughts,
I lie here alone,
Dreaming of one who has gone,
Who stroked my hair till it shone.

When I think of you,
Fireflies in the marsh rise
Like the soul's jewels,
Lost to eternal longing,
Abandoning my body


8/30/2007 11:58:18 AM

Alone in her Beauty


Who is lovelier than she? 
Yet she lives alone in an empty valley. 
She tells me she came from a good family 
Which is humbled now into the dust. 
 

...When trouble arose in the Kuan district, 
Her brothers and close kin were killed. 
What use were their high offices, 
Not even shielding their own lives? -- 


The world has but scorn for adversity; 
Hope goes out, like the light of a candle. 
Her husband, with a vagrant heart, 
Seeks a new face like a new piece of jade; 


And when morning-glories furl at night 
And mandarin-ducks lie side by side, 
All he can see is the smile of the new love, 
While the old love weeps unheard. 


The brook was pure in its mountain source, 
But away from the mountain its waters darken. 
...Waiting for her maid to come from selling pearls 
For straw to cover the roof again, 


She picks a few flowers, no longer for her hair, 
And lets pine-needles fall through her fingers, 
And, forgetting her thin silk sleeve and the cold, 
She leans in the sunset by a tall bamboo. 

  old chinese poem by Tu-Fu 712-7770 ad


8/29/2007 7:05:25 PM
 
it may not always be so; and i say
it may not always be so;and i say that if your lips,which i have loved,should touch another's,and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart,as mine in time not far away; if on another's face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as i know,or such great writhing words as,uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before the spirit at bay; if this should be,i say if this should be- you of my heart,send me a little word; that i may go unto him,and take his hands, saying,Accept all happiness from me. Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands.

e.e cummings

8/29/2007 7:00:40 PM
i like my body when it is with your
   body. It is so quite a new thing.
   Muscles better and nerves more.
   i like your body. i like what it does,
   i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
   of your body and its bones, and the trembling
   -firm-smooth ness and which i will
   again and again and again
   kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
   i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
   of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
   over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs, e.e.cummings

   and possibly i like the thrill

   of under me you quite so new

8/29/2007 6:51:41 PM

Sonnet LXXXIII Pablo Neruda

 

It's good to feel you close in the night, Love,

invisible in your sleep, earnestly nocturnal,

while I untangle my confusions

like bewildered nets.

 

Absent, your heart sails through dreams,

but your body  breathes, abandoned like this,

searching for me without seeing me, completing my sleep,

like a plant that propogates in the dark.

 

When you arise, alive, tomorrow, you'll be someone else:

but something is left from the lost frontiers of the night,

from that being and nothing where we find ourselves,

 

something that brings us close in the light of life,

as if the seal of the darkness

branded its secret creatures with a fire.


8/29/2007 6:50:57 PM

Sonnet LXXXIII Pablo Neruda

 

It's good to feel you close in the night, Love,

invisible in your sleep, earnestly nocturnal,

while I untangle my confusions

like bewildered nets.

 

Absent, your heart sails through dreams,

but your body  breathes, abandoned like this,

searching for me without seeing me, completing my sleep,

like a plant that propogates in the dark.

 

When you arise, alive, tomorrow, you'll be someone else:

but something is left from the lost frontiers of the night,

from that being and nothing where we find ourselves,

 

something that brings us close in the light of life,

as if the seal of the darkness

branded its secret creatures with a fire.


8/29/2007 6:48:41 PM
Sonnet XLIV Pablo Neruda

You must know that I do not love and that I love you,
because everything alive has its two sides;
a word is one wing of silence,
fire has its cold half.

I love you in order to begin to love you,
to start infinity again
and never to stop loving you:
that's why I do not love you yet.

I love you, and I do not love you, as if I held
keys in my hand: to a future of joy-
a wretched, muddled fate-

My love has two lives, in order to love you:
that's why I love you when I do not love you,
and also why I love you when I do.


8/29/2007 6:46:25 PM

TONIGHT I CAN WRITE

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

                                        Pablo Neruda 

 


8/29/2007 6:44:05 PM

Sonnet XXV by Pablo Neruda

Before I loved you, Love, nothing was my own;
I wavered through the streets, among objects:
nothing mattered or had a name:
the world was made of air, which waited.

I knew rooms full of ashes,
tunnels where the moon lived,
rough warehouses that growled Get lost,
questions that insisted in the sand.

Everything was empty, dead, mute,
fallen, abandoned, and decayed:
inconceivably alien, it all

belonged to someone else-to no one:
till your beauty and your poverty
filled the autumn plentiful with gifts.


8/13/2007 8:44:53 PM
Roll Me Over & Make Me A Rose

This morning you amazed me
in my sleeping you
moved into my dream
with fast hands
Sure hands on my sleepy ass
on my clit
in my clit Engorging
Under fast hands alarmed
into instant arousal I
Gasp
sliding under covers
You grapsing me I could be unsure
of my turn-on
before arising
But riding your command I am
carried away

You move faster than
I can decide
to trust you
I hang on to you
galloping me over waves
pounding scarlet
My brain is asleep and my
clit is a rose
riding your hand

Roll me over in the morning
lover
and make me a rose.

8/13/2007 8:37:09 PM

MY Eyes

My eyes
licked your body
as you stood naked
in the spotlight of my dreams
visions so hauntingly real
my arms reached out
from the shadow of the moon
to touch the warmth of your smile
while your body heat blazoned my thoughts.

You came to me
striding to an erotic cadence
as I watched you on my knees
mouth watering
hungry for the taste of you
while sultry eyes licked your body
beckoning you to come
down to me
so I could feel
your hungering breath
touch my lips
desirous tongues meeting to dance
inside the conclaves of our oral caverns
juices mixing...
stirring our glorious agonizing passion
annointed by your kiss
I journeyed to retrieve the key
to my passion's gate
to trace the center of your universe
while the hot winds of my orifice
blew upon your terrain ...

I inhaled
continuing on my quest
downward
igniting flames along the way
you closing your eyes
whimpering moans of delight
as my tongue flickered like a serpent stalking its prey
creating a brilliant light in your mind
that guided you
from the darkness of the world and its woes
to trap you within the confines of my suckling surge
until the waters of your sea
rushed forth in rhythmic pulsations...
as my eyes
licked your body.

 


8/13/2007 8:34:53 PM
It doesn't interest Me
whatGoodbye

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And loving someone doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that maybe's aren't contracts
And lets see's aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And learn to build all your roads
On today because tomorrow's ground
Is too uncertain for plans, and future's have
A way of falling down in mid-flight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine
Burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate
Your own soul, instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn.
With every goodbye you learn.

 you do for a living.
I wanIIt doesn't interest Me
what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest Me
how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love, for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest Me
what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know
if you have touched the center
of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled
and closed from fear of futher pain!

I want to know
if you can sit with pain,
Mine or your own, without moving
to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy,
Mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstacy fill you
to the tips of your fingers & toes
without cautioning us to be careful,
be realistic, or to remember
the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest Me
if the story
you're telling Me is true.
I want to know
if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself;
if you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful
and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know
if you can see beauty
even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your life
from God's presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure,
yours or Mine, and still stand
on the edge of a lake and shout
to the silver of the full moon, "Yes"!

It doesn't interest Me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief & dispair,
weary & bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done.

It doesn't interest Me
who you are,
how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with Me/us and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest Me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself, and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

I want to know,
Can you risk your heart
to dance in the fire of love?
To be washed by the tears?
To share mine/his/our life?t doesn't interest Me
what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest Me
how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love, for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest Me
what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know
if you have touched the center
of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled
and closed from fear of futher pain!

I want to know
if you can sit with pain,
Mine or your own, without moving
to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy,
Mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstacy fill you
to the tips of your fingers & toes
without cautioning us to be careful,
be realistic, or to remember
the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest Me
if the story
you're telling Me is true.
I want to know
if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself;
if you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful
and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know
if you can see beauty
even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your life
from God's presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure,
yours or Mine, and still stand
on the edge of a lake and shout
to the silver of the full moon, "Yes"!

It doesn't interest Me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief & dispair,
weary & bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done.

It doesn't interest Me
who you are,
how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with Me/us and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest Me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself, and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

I want to know,
Can you risk your heart
to dance in the fire of love?
To be washed by the tears?
To share mine/his/our life?t to know It doesn't interest Me
what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest Me
how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love, for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest Me
what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know
if you have touched the center
of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled
and closed from fear of futher pain!

I want to know
if you can sit with pain,
Mine or your own, without moving
to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy,
Mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstacy fill you
to the tips of your fingers & toes
without cautioning us to be careful,
be realistic, or to remember
the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest Me
if the story
you're telling Me is true.
I want to know
if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself;
if you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful
and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know
if you can see beauty
even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your life
from God's presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure,
yours or Mine, and still stand
on the edge of a lake and shout
to the silver of the full moon, "Yes"!

It doesn't interest Me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief & dispair,
weary & bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done.

It doesn't interest Me
who you are,
how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with Me/us and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest Me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself, and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

I want to know,
Can you risk your heart
to dance in the fire of love?
To be washed by the tears?
To share mine/his/our life?what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest Me
how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love, for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest Me
what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know
if you have touched the center
of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled
and closed from fear of futher pain!

I want to know
if you can sit with pain,
Mine or your own, without moving
to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy,
Mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstacy fill you
to the tips of your fingers & toes
without cautioning us to be careful,
be realistic, or to remember
the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest Me
if the story
you're telling Me is true.
I want to know
if you can disappoint another
to be true to yourself;
if you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful
and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know
if you can see beauty
even when it is not pretty every day,
and if you can source your life
from God's presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure,
yours or Mine, and still stand
on the edge of a lake and shout
to the silver of the full moon, "Yes"!

It doesn't interest Me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief & dispair,
weary & bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done.

It doesn't interest Me
who you are,
how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
with Me/us and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest Me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself, and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

I want to know,
Can you risk your heart
to dance in the fire of love?
To be washed by the tears?
To share mine/his/our life?


 


8/13/2007 8:27:01 PM
Your flesh craves to contain me.
You caress the bruises of last night's tryst,
my cruel and loving fingerprints.
Each blue star my sign, each blue kiss
an antidote to loneliness.

The traces of our pleasures darken
at first light. All day, these epigrams
on whip and bite will pulse invisibly
beneath your clothes, quiet tributes
to our erotic dialogues.

The ancient gods played like this,
unashamed of their obsessions,
heroic in their capacity for pain,
primal in their delights,
bruising what they loved for pleasure.

Tonight we'll lose ourselves again
in high-intensity games.
Rapacious slave and charming bitch,
I'll bend you to my will and you'll submit.
You'll beg for the marks of my ownership

2/11/2007 6:30:19 AM
Do you think we can turn this around?
Dying plant so upside down.
Can you breathe a chemical sky?
Can you see with blood in your eyes?

Acid oceans,poisoned lands,
we've got nature's blood on our hands.
Acid oceans, poisoned lands,
killing her as fast as we can.

Glaciers melting day by day,
interesting weather coming your way.
World's half starving, easy to see,
how their greed and hate come easily.

Acid oceans, poisoned lands.
Will we leave a planet of sand?
Acid oceans, poisoned lands,
break the chains that oil demands.

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