It’s A Long Way Back –

“The Edge… there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.“– Hunter S. Thompson

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“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.“ – Edgar Allan Poe

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Its a long way back from the edge of life. I knew when I followed that path to the outer limits of my experience, my emotions raw and excited with newness of knowledge and feeling, that the price for this wonder is the journey back. It’s beautiful on the way to that edge, my soul being easily amazed by pleasures which offer no sure guidance and seduce me with their passion. This excitement is the elixir of madness offered by my wayward senses to lure me beyond the wise and sure. I have recognized the most painful of these experiences are the ones that offer extreme pleasures that lead me away from safety. There are many secrets out on that cliff, many of those secrets are taught on the journey back from the precipice. Run to the edge with reckless abandon, gather your pleasures of knowledge and lust, and know, a price will be paid. I’ll see you on our way back…

Also published in Life As A Human Magazine

Also published in Broowaha citizen newspaper

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First Published in Opinionsofeye.com

12022011

         

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Walk In The Rain

“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.” 

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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I walked in the rain, head bowed against 

the martyr rain drops

I walked in the rain, the wind directing the assault, 

my skin wet with the attack

I walked in the rain, feeling the dance on my cheek, 

drops and pseudo tears

I walked in the rain, and never felt so alive. 

Also published in Broowaha
11072011 

  

That Lake Is Me – Motivating myself to success

“Don’t you dare take the lazy way. It’s too easy to excuse yourself because of your ancestry. Don’t let me catch you doing it! Now — look close at me so you will remember. Whatever you do, it will be you who do.” – John Steinbeck, East of Eden 

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No excuses anymore, no not for a moment, for who I am. Continuing on, pressing against a rush of water, the tide of public opinion and internal questions. I lift a weary hand to grab hold of the branches of promise jutting out of the banks at every turn, guardians to help in the unsure and trying times. Inch by painstaking inch I struggle through the cold waters, surrounded by banks of slippery self esteem. When I try to crawl out, I slide back quickly, if not for the holds I kicked in the mud, pats on the back, given only by me. I can see in the distance the calm lake, a haven of peace, where my mind is quiet from the shouts of the struggle. If I were closer, I would see the image of heaven reflected on that lake. That lake is confidence. That lake is freedom. That lake is me.

11122011

We Are One – Intimate fusion of we

“Blake said that the body was the soul’s prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the ‘windows of the soul.’ When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.” – Jim Morrison

 

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I hold you firmly, one hand placing yours above your head

The other, finding its way down the silken trails 

of your neck, your breasts, your hips

Your sighs match my hunger, my hands eagerly 

finding all of you

My mouth, watering from anticipation, finds yours,

Our breath hot and sweet together, like warm chocolate

Tasting the dew from your flowering fields,

I join with you, deep in your love, 

my kisses tender, biting your lip, then your neck,

Drawing a touch of red from my excitement

We fall to the floor, wild vines of passion bind us

Twisting, pushing, feeling, holding, tasting, teasing

Dancing with rhythm, a steadily increasing tempo, 

hypnotic, enticing

I see in your eyes, mischievousness, excitement, 

an appetite for more of me

Falling into you, the branches of our intimacy

Fuel a raging fire, our worlds warmed 

with its white hot glow

The lust driving our souls, planets crashing together

Creating a fusion, elements not on either, now on both,

We are one

Also published in Broowaha

12292011