You know what I've been fantasizing about around my projectory...besides some stimulating evening entertainment...I like the art of BellyDance. It's sensuous and extreme mastery of smooth kundalini up and around the body.
Yeah, right...I know.
No, but seriously, imagine man, our own Island. Yeah, our Own Island. The Crew would celebrate the SkyClad Moon around a wood fire, the tribal drum patterns interlacing trading Ecstasies of rhythm beat into our hearts coherent waves generating yes by us, through us, into the night's Enchanted Moon. 
Oh she and her seductive powers moving tidal waves into the hours splash crash and receding just to come back for more. You Know What this is about you know what it stands for
yeah, and if we want to bring it into our human sexuality, mating powers, let's trade energies why not talk our bodies into majesty
~ see what happens• usually magic from my memory I like magic I like cosmic kinds of bliss in exchange for a mystical talk with God~ Lets work it out. Of man & ladies ...you know, all the crazies, no end to the amount of this kind of party. let's make the magic happen this doesn't have to stay imagination I know how it manifest and if you have questions come see we will figure out the rest ...
imagine

Who likes to inspire from the bowels of experience??
Or like some amusing fools, the excrement of ignorance????

We share for Inspiration, Connection, Resurrecting Thought Provocation.

Now We is not All...Some write words worthy of a toilet stall.
....Let the Toilet have it's Magic...for such Excrematory Occupation.  Go sit with yourself on your throne and write to your @#~$#@ Content...


(This is for my utter bewilderment...why pollute something I pray stay sacred...Again, I realize this is my opinion...Maybe I could open my mind to poetic profundity./. I acknowledge my judgement call..I have a standard, and it's my fault if I am disappointed....

I hope the Creative Kindred I Appreciate and Cherish know... We are We together forever...Writing Poetry

Felt Me Back into the Seat
I'm just Passenger on this Retreat
Quest permission for Revision of my Record. Was Reckless for good Reason, I thought so of back when I lost my heart and soul, my friend, so why wouldn't I flee fierce pierce through the Wind, air collapse upon I pass. A mushroom bloom, a ghastly rust, I oxidized the tempered dust, magnetized me any metal, Electrified the blooming petal, What good be Flower without Me thorn.
Spun Out Vortices, Afflicted Storm.
I was focus to test my fate, I had no care for my own state. I learned to walk a demons trail, they taught me well of how they hail.
I thought I'd surely reasoned, I had trespassed.  However, was not the case..."jest how??" You Ask.
Well, let not such tales go to waste, put to good, quick, make haste.
I know mine enemy, and so have sworn, march until cast furies torn, the wicked from the weathered wasted born. Make great again, attest, transform.
I rest my case for being born.

I start rolling up in words
I'm not controlling
I don't Mind, I never Did
I'll tell You why I lost in Lace
a trace of Time.
Romanced by Humid Heat of Night
Acrossed by Archer's pointed bow
I still stay by, I still won't Go
I drift a picture into Motion in Your Ocean,
I like how it reacts.
I wish to say I'd really like that.
I won't, but will
that's friction's mount,
pull in so tight, push back, Pour out.
Just never stop,
fill me up to the Top
and tilt it right out the Spout.

Copy you this, and properly that
Under a tow o'prudent MeOrKat
Fate maybe or Folly, makes deeply enticing. I cannot commit, I'll take the time. It's ripe to spin into oblivion the numbers phase outly In, a swirling feeling is Beginning Again, a rush, On Us I must be going back Inly out.
And vaguely so~So please forget or just don't Know - what matters now if we never do Go?

Assume,
PlayKate Me, It Was so I Am
wither Fancy, it's usually better in the sequel, trust Me
Or don't - I have no zeal to cruel Law
PlayStraightly, indigenous ShameMan
Lord be Rule of this Land.
Because You Can.
Presume

•[{For my Earthen Brethren, The spirit man is Shaman. Of this Grace, I do not speak of in prose above. This is reference to false offenders. Not True Heart Soul Tribe, pardon please if there was heresy on my part.}]•