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2:16 PM - Fade To Black A Farewell to a King..good-bye everyone
Current mood: good
Category: bye Writing and Poetry
this will probably be my last blog here
unfortunately i have nothing of substance to write about
my sense of ennui is holding very steadfast
in my time here I've made many lovely and supportive friends
each important to me
i will leave the blog up because
all the poetry I've ever written is here
and many of my poems are elsewhere
and would disappear if i delete it
i would want to thank everyone
but I'll forgo that and only thank the one who brought me here
and except for Terry has had the most intimate friendship
with me over the last 3 plus years
thank you
Easy Roger
you tender heart
you magnanimous beast
you teacher of poetry
you wunderkin poet in your own right
you dear and faithful friend
***kisses blown your way ***
Mass Man
be well and protected from the stormy life
you handle and suffer on a daily basis
Natasha
can the dullness ever be brushed from my eyes does the world hold another surprise or is my die cast with death for him will it be my spirits death at last
my world isn't shades of grey there's still some sunshine in my day but i can't fend away the night as it creeps in i can feel it's might shadows once inviting are no longer exciting
were the beauties fantasies or real as the days spooled out into that deafening pause mourning the King farther is a lost 'cause
and so i asked can you let go of my hand
i've been in tow so long now i hope and pray you can
i cannot feel it it's withered now in your dead hand
Currently
listening
:
Power of Good-Bye
By
Madonna
Release date: 1998-12-08
Well after you learn how at whatever age who spends a lot of time thinking about kisses. Maybe women do ?.......
hmmm let's see. Well you do learn don't slobber! You learn do not embrace so hard she can hardly breathe. You learn not to bang teeth or I hope you did.
Sigh! Leaving her BREATHLESS is a whole 'nother thing.
There is that first kiss. Perhaps just exploring.... Definitely making Promises A promise of passion? A promise of tenderness? A question?
Sometimes the first is powerful and insistent a prelude to sex in the next moments. Then power and passion and insistence, whew. Regardless Listen.
A perfunctory kiss.
Hell kiss your aunt not me.
Concentration and my full attention that is my intention. Part her lips slowly feel every movement. Caress her lips caress her tongue. A girl if she wants to be kissed I believe WANTS to be KISSED and it deserves all I can bring. She is making promises too.
Bring your best game and the promise will not be never again.
Kisses of passion an imitation and the rhythm of lovemaking ahh power, lust good stuff . Kisses over every inch..... but this about the kissing of lips... tongues entwined gently.... she perhaps sucks on your tongue or you hers....... Tingles ooohhh!!!
More sighs! There is that slow passionate kiss in the sweet after glow. A tender thank you? A question again sweet Lady?
And that parting kiss.... Do not ignore this one.... I think two.... One to remind her of passion... and one slow..... thanks please do come back..... Hard to let you go.... hard to part.
The Bard "such sweet sorrow" eh?
this was written by my talented friend Easy Roger long ago ******************************************************************************
my reply was
don't fail to embrace her and kiss her with such force that she CAN'T breathe....... removed all the oxygen from her universe.......and replace it with only the heady fragrance of your eager lips.....
when you slip your indulent tongue inside her mouth....she may nip it....leaving a tiny wound for joyful remembering......still further bite your lower lip...with fierceness and resolve.....for she is in need of your mouth's masterful ministrations ......
neither heaven nor hell can resist this kind of kiss......an artful kiss is the messenger of the savage and sweet bodily intrigues that will come......
leave her while she's dreaming....intoxicated....and unaware of your stealthy departure....no matter the conclusion.....the kiss is reward enough....to last her a lifetime.....
this piece you've written friend speaks volumes about your lips and loving lyricism........
i loved writing this with RG long long ago
i hope you like it too
Currently
listening
:
Kissing Rain
By
Roch Voisine
Release date: 2007-01-08
6:40 PM - Legacy Pubs the 60’s today...go go have fun with The Beachboys
Current mood: breezy
Category: Writing and Poetry
Take the Challenge~Link
hey...listen to them all...my Aunt Hallie taught me how to do "the wobbly board surfa"...my my so long ago...hahahahahahahaha...when this group made the California Lifestyle the craze of the nation and me proud to be a California Girl
check out Good Vibration for a Birthday party for Brian with Paul Mc Cartney attending....some funny now bikinis...Thongs being the dress of the day now on the beaches here abouts....so much fun this U Tube.....love it....
5:24 PM - A Poem Written for me by Another Voice
Current mood: thankful
Category: AND IN AWE OF YOUR ETERNAL KINDNESS Writing and Poetry
what a beauty of a man...who comes once again in one of my darkest hours...to cry out the sorrow i can't
ANOTHER VOICE
YOU ARE MY MUSE TODAY
where is the broom to sweep up all the shards, to redeal life's cards when a loved one has gone away and left a heart to break on its own the sudden crippling chill of all alone from all the years once spent together ... and now the bed is bigger, colder no matter the number of blankets, they cannot fill that space beside where she used to lay, and keep me warm, where is heaven's mercy then, that makes an angel of one so dear and hallowed in my life who will not walk with me, but in memory . . . the rooms still hold her essence like it's waiting for her to return ... her perfume like a flower's finest hour fillling the air, her laughter a tenant in my heart that filled my ears i cry but she does not spill with my tears flowing down the smile lines she drew on my face with her soft kisses as i gaze into the mirror alone, the place she left so many notes in shades of her red that covered her lips, the "i love you"s with little hearts drawn to dot the i... i was her guy . . . i was the vessel she filled with her love made life's journey so much easier, how she filled my sails . .. now every wind carries hints of her voice, my one-sided conversations of all the plans we made on those walks we used to take . . . we pointed at the snow on the mountain, how it seemed so big through our years, we laughed, imagining how cold it would be up there, though her smile could melt the polar caps, and i would even tell her so. i see, the snows returning, time's great hands weighing the horizon, but that snow won't melt now, i shelter the flame of her in my heart, though my steps are slowed and heavier, how she still keeps me warm.that mountain doesn't look so big anymore, that place you laid down for your final sleep without me by your side to keep you warm now . . . it's all a mess now, time without her, hard to keep the place clean now it doesn't feel so much like a home without her by my side, sharing my life. . . maybe time is the bristled straw against my final hours turning to dust when my heart stops beating, too weak to go on anymore, and then to collect me and carry me to her . . . and my legs will be young again and my arms will be strong again and my heart will become whole again and she will redraw those smile lines with those soft kisses and touches upon my smooth face and that future day i will once more sweep her off her spiritual feet ... she is still my smile as i think of that coming day no longer having to spend without her . .
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good
discontent
creative
breezy
blissful
thoughtful
thankful
adored
drained
