Untitled Lust

There's nothing like hot,
the taste of fire on your lips,
the sassay of lust
shimmering from my hips.

Barriers are frail
like the silk of skin,
the wisp of a dream
wrapped in carnal sin.

Reach for me on satin
the sheen of lust
clinging to my eyes,
take me if you must.

I fear no fire,
the hazel hues of night
and within my desire
you'll find your delight.

There's no title because none come to mind that are appropriate. I just realized that it's been 12 days since I've blogged. Shame on me...

Life's been keeping me busy...work, family and the rekindling of an old love...

Strange how life can change when you take a chance... it can be a good change or a bad one, depending on how you receive it...so far this change has been lovely.

My Al's back in my life and I find myself smiling and singing...

I'm happy... strange to hear that... happy...

I don't know what our future holds...I've decided to take this opportunity to be happy and embrace it.

If I'm crying tomorrow...so be it...at least I've got this moment.

Happy Birthday William

He's 7 today. A big boy who's grown up so much... and has overcome some many obstacles. He's my heart...and I hope he has many more wonderful years.

Black Cape of Night

Black cape of night
shrouds the pines
from heaven’s view.
I know it well,
this blackness
that has little mercy.

The night weeps
ebony ink, tattooing
the pines with
messages from the stars.
But who can translate
them into night song?

I weep rose thorns,
tears that rip my cheeks..
Living rivers of blood,
so black… night cannot see.
This is love, you say;
songs from heaven, sung in hell.

Your barbed wire embrace
is utter agony,
yet I seek its refuge
from the abysmal blackness
of night;
dark eyes that weep souls.

Words

Words

Words stumble from my thoughts,
hesitant like the gait of an old man
frightened of where his feet will land.

The quest for haste in verse
has ridden into a fog of sea,
as the ocean whispers, “Silence.”

I am stingy with my own words,
refusing to share them with myself,
so do not be alarmed when I have…

none for you.

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I'm rather pleased with the first stanza... too bad the rest of the poem falls short.

Finally a decent poem

Cinnamon Silence

A silence has settled around me,
like cinnamon sprinkled over coffee;
A mask worn by the bitter brew.

I shall hide behind silence—this slow death,
as change battles within me. The dust of
burnt incense blows away, unresisting.

Fevers rage inside me, burning into each other,
like the sun sears the surface of the sea—a
mirror reflecting the intensity of fiery revolution.

I am as fragile as burnt incense and I ask,
“How will I survive this furious change,
cloaked in a veil of cinnamon silence?”


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The opening stanza came to me as I added cinnamon to a pot of bland coffee. The incese image arrived when I cleaned off a burner and watched the incense break apart.

I've been working on the computer all day...removing spyware and stuff...Dad forgets to use our defense system.

Weekend was quiet... I slept a lot and did some laundry....

Tonight I've got the nephews and I think we're going to Dance to the Wiggles.

Your Stipper Song Is

Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard "Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on Livin' like a lover with a radar phone Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp Demolition woman, can I be your man?" Break out the baby oil, you rock it old school.

What Song Should You Strip To?

A New Year

Again, time flies.
On the wings of doves,
a new year has risen.
Some how, I will find
a way to make
words mine again.
I will bend verbs
to my will,
nouns will wear glory
like a maiden wears
jewels in her hair.
I will color adjectives
and take liberties
with adverbs.
Some how, I will
accomplish this feat
and take back the poetry
that once lived in my soul.

Happy New Year and the New Issue is Up

A new year and still no word from Orlando Bloom...
To be sure he hasn't forgotten our passionate night together..

(Hey, I don't care what you say...it wasn't a dream!)

But seriously, I hope the new year brings all of us much love and happiness, lots of good luck and that all our dreams come true.

I've been sick with tonsilitis since Friday...so that's why I've been AWOL.... haha at first I typed AOL... damn those tv commericals..almost have me hypnotized...

Here's the link to the lastest issue of my magazine...


January