cooked up spaghetti and meatballs for my dinner took it to the couch no candlelight and wine nor smiles and conversation the meal was delicious but i was not hungry
when you hap upon a soul laid bare and open give it love and truth both of them in great measure that it may thrive and flower on this remote paradise our tiny wet world
reaching to touch you i plumb the mystery of your sacred heart and fiery carnality my fingertips igniting as i stroke your silken flesh you tremble and yield to me as i take you in my arms kissing, caressing, merging freed by loves' sweet urgency conjoined transcendent
I am a taurus somewhat of a Ferdinand out smelling flowers eyeing pretty little cows capering in the pasture but those that make the mistake of thinking me soft or meek or even a bit foolish find out to their pained chagrin that this gentle Ferdinand becomes El Toro
do not judge harshly life thrives in controversy and differing views but seek the truth of it and understand what that means always be compassionate serve up truth tempered by love and kindness to your fellows free of any prejudices that is when and only then may you pass judgement
a ****** Thursday pain and horror meted out it is time for us to heal the wounds inflicted and heal the wounds that led to twisted misguided souls that **** indiscriminately or all too personally raging or cold as a fly more often armed to the teeth a decision must be made if not, we are doomed to have blood on all our hands
countless brevity coded in 5-7-5 though some do insist 10 to 14 syllables a better fit to its' root others claim it should be expressed in one continuous breath its' content man and nature those describing emotion and opinions, have been called Senryu, quite justifiable nevertheless they all are contrasting puzzles that birth flashes in our minds
whirling little dreams spining around within me cutting through the shades tramsmute my injured psyche my abandoned child within bring him from out of darkness freed from that cold, remote place where memories become ghosts where part of us becomes lost and tell him that i need him and that i truly love him and bring him back home
the geese are leaving all is gray and luminous this cool cloudy day dry leaves are on the pavement they tumble by in the breeze a black dog pads past, nose down pigeons fly up to safety i check the time on my phone and enter the train
i love you so much that i have lost any desire to ever own you instead let us drift down river joyful in each others arms navigating with our hearts to the bright blue sea
beers, wines and spirits distilled, brewed and fermented inducers of fugues when consumed in high dosage and over time cirrohis too often they are used for self medication
on top of the hill stands an old and stately house each evening at sunset two crows would perch together upon the peak of its' roof nuzzling one another preening and softly cawing for years they were always there no matter what the weather nor the season of the year but two years ago it changed and now only one crow sits upon the roof at sunset alone, hunched and unmoving silent and forlorn
i dreamed a vortex a rotating Shangri-la full of light and life all lush and green and blooming it opened up beside me and looking down in rapture I smiled, then leapt right in
on a cool morning i meandered by the shore the crisp salt air was pungent as the first rays touched the bay with dazzling reflections the deep thrum of a tugboat sounded across the inlet from within a low fogbank and ravens clacked and cackled high up in the dark forest beneath the steep, sawtooth peaks i stopped then and looking down saw small brown ***** scuttling across the shell littered beach fleeing a giant