"Only one question,
may I breathe you
again?"

Glorious Sadie~

Beautiful Kim....just lovely~soft, gentle and filled with a quiet happiness....

Listening to
Another message
Your words
Sadly spoken
Spirit broken
I have to listen
I have no choice
Tortured by your
Voice speaking
My name
Hungry
Haunting
So filled with
Wanting

I’m out of breath
My heart constricted
Overwhelmed
Conflicted
Wanting
What I should
Not have
Yet aching
Desperately
To have it

But I cannot strip you
Of those years
I’ve already lived
You are so young
With so much
To give that I
Have already
Given

I could be
Your love
But I’d only take away
The novelty that
Youth brings
Knowing that
Your dreams
Will tarnish
Soon enough

After all
It’s only the
Varnish
Of youth
That makes them
So Bright
And who am I
To cover your
Hopes in rust?

You’ll have more
Than enough time
To do that on your own

And there it is again
That goddam phone
Is ringing
My own
Jiminy Cricket
Singing evilly
In my ear
Pickitup
Pickitup
Pickitup

My hands reach out
With hesitation
Not quite reaching
Their destination
Vibrating with
Temptation
Stopping myself
Just short as I

Mentally
Kick myself
In the ass

Why can’t I
Turn my back
On the world
Screaming
“**** you
Go away
Life is short
Little more
Than a very
Long day

Is it such a crime
To want to
Spend that time
With someone
Who still owns
A pair of
Rose-colored glasses?”

But even thru
My jaded eyes
I can draw the line
And recognize the
Difference between
What’s right and
What’s wrong
This love is
Just another
Badly written
Country song
And God knows
I‘ve always
Been one to
Sing the blues

As my reality sinks in
I walk away sadly
Letting you go
As my digital soul

Records your
Whispered
“I miss you baby…”

Washing my face
Of regretful tears
Reminding myself
Of all the years
Between us
I prepare
For an empty night
With another
Jaded soul
Who lost
His dreams
So long ago

About the same time …

…I did….


Feb 9 2009

I think you failed to see mine. That's ok. It's all good.

you soar high angelface, may you continue so soar~

Now THAT is a life worth celebrating Queene. A lovely tribute~

Learn and know your audience~Tom is right~

You rocked that one! Last few lines in particular~great~

the dirty dogs of Akron are everywhere
I see them everywhere
in movies
in other cities of the world
but I've seen the whores of
Hamburg only once

they stand like eternal beings
waiting

of course
they are not eternal

and they were standing in the rain
the whores of Hamburg were standing in the
rain
waiting
to feed upon that thing in man
which is not quite satisfied with
anything
waiting
for men who are lookin for
what has been lost
having a woman without pain
for either the man or the woman

the whores of Hamburg
leaning against the fenders of
parked cars
in the rain
were a symphony to me~
from a distance
closer up I knew there woulod be
trouble and terrible failure
if not pain

and there they stood
in bad weather
lines of them waiting

the dirty dogs of Akron are
everywhere

but the whores of Hamburg were
beautiful
that day


charles bukowski

Now THAT is creative writing.

This was your definition of "creative writing"? Ok.

Hi Ainjel, thank you so much! xoxo

Thank you sweet carol

Hello darlin', how are you? I've got a few more in the worlds..I'll have to frenzy you on up a bit more~grin~

Thank you Em~

A REAL man would never be able to meet all of these standards. A REAL man is far more REAL.

There was a time
I sleep-walked in
Dreamy
Drowsy eyed
Innocence
Anesthetized
To the pleasures
Of the flesh
My thoughts pure
Pristine
My body
Untouched
Celibate
Yet wanting

Then you with
Dark eyes
Hungry
Wanting
Came along
Your slow
Seductive smile
Mesmerizing
Charming me
All the while
Insidiously
Inserting yourself
Into my chaste fortress
Slowly
Maneuvering deeply into
My sequestered privacy
Your gentle yet firm
Battering ram artful
in stealthy intuition
Bringing dormant
Desires to fruition
Over and over again

Taking aim on an
Unarmed woman
Pounding
Awakening
Senses newly
Heightened
Enlightened
Sparked into a
Blazing inferno
Your passions
Flowing lava hot
Searing silken skin
You burst thru
My closed doors
and I
Welcomed
You in

Glorying in
New found
Raptures
Excited
Invited
Given hospitality
Into warm
Communion
Our passionate union
Awash in fluid
Hungers
Satiated
Placated and
Contented by
My liberator
Rousing me
From doe-eyed
Slumber

And now awake ….

… I slumber no more …


awh@2007


The awakening rev june 2009

Thank you LilyPetal~

(((TEDDY))) Thank you sweet girl~

Thank you Gossipmpm~

AngelFace, I will whisper until there is no more to whisper~ xoxox

Denise, my precious, I love you~

GorgeousGurl, are you ok sweetheart? Email me, you are loved ~

Creativity is like beauty~it's all subjective. The real question here is do YOU think it's creative? Is it original? Does it say what want it to say? Is it a thought that's relatable? Is it something that you are thoroughly satisfied with?

If you have completed the task you set out on, then you are the only one that needs to answer these questions, yes?