A Uniquely Exquisite Pattern – The Pain Of Success

“As my sufferings mounted I soon realized that there were two ways in which I could respond to my situation — either to react with bitterness or seek to transform the suffering into a creative force. I decided to follow the latter course.” – Martin Luther King Jr.

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I bear wounds that seem to never heal, a constant pain that surrounds all my reality. Where will I go from it? What will I do with it? Pain is my fuel that stokes the fires of excellence and success. Without it, I’m powerless before pleasure, seduced to be complacent. I bear the marks of life’s whips in a uniquely exquisite pattern. So beautiful are their ragged trails that spell my name – “Survivor”. To excel I must accept my pain. When I fight it, or hide from it, it kills me. When I accept it, it empowers me. Mourn your pain, then brush yourself off, take it by the ear and demand from it success, knowing that unless you experience the depths of pain, you’ll not know the heights of joy.

Also published in:  Broowaha
02202011 

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Like Heroin – Addicting pleasure

“It was what she imagined doing heroin would be like: terrible for you but impossible to resist.” –  – Libby Schmais, The Essential Charlotte

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Your fire melts me, held in the spoon of your love

Your hands draw pleasure deep,

In a gentle push your seduction overcomes me

Your touch brings me peace, like heroin in my soul

Slight touch, sliding into my conscious will

Deep warmth creeping into the void

Gentle smiles invade empty rooms

Your touch brings me sleep, like heroin in my mind

I chase hand blazed trails with my eyes

Hoping to breath in your essence

Unnatural pleasure this thing you do

Your touch is addicting, like heroin in my body

Also published in Broowaha

02022012

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

Traces – Trails left behind

“Do not go where the path may lead; go instead where there is no path 

and leave a trail” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Hungry dirt records my passage

Fading trails showing, 

I was here

Homes I left in a hurry

Leaves dropped

when I scurried

Nature’s bones scattered around

Seeds haplessly planted

Bring unexpected life

08122011