Better pay attention!

The words so softly left her pouty mouth,almost inaudible,most like a whisper, and filtered into his sweaty ears,and almost he could not hear them over the sound of the blood still pounding through his veins, and hard he tried to discern them. He stared into her large brown eyes, and almost realized her intention. His mind still buzzing from the finish before she finally got his attention. With a sharp right knee, right on target you see,he rolled to his side with a moan,”I told you you fool, move off of me, For I must use the restroom!”


Listen to that guitar riff, hear the bass and drums keeping beat, our musicians flashing skills so awesome to the ears, we make them into heroes ,and some their own flesh will tear, to see that god of rock and roll, sweat and dance and after swear, “not another has there been, that could make me shiver in my skin!”Sadly for the instrument that rarely gets the credit from the man who just played it, Just gets stuffed in the case or hung on the wall,until the master feels a need for it. I am the instrument, and I am yours, Do not hang me on the wall, from where I may fall, play me often with the skill you posses, please do not just use me just to show off, even though I would much rather be abused and misused than to hang like a trophy on the wall, or an artifact on the floor. Just please do not forget me! Play me as you can, I may love you still, or give me to somebody else who will!

Like I would Know!

What if while grasping at straws a solid log you felt? What if the floatation it gave saved you from drowning in self, pity I suppose drives many to swim in waters where they may never have been. If your ship is not steady though I suppose, might encourage even the captain to take a dip into the unknown depths of relationships. But when the boat is sinking is it not wise, some times, to seek another vessel that floats high and dry? When is the time to abandon a leaky ship; after setting sail, or before embarking from the slip? The stories all tell that the captain must leave the ship last, but what if his mate is a fatalist?


When I started this blog a few months ago, I did not realize the depths of the souls who write here, and how much a person could be affected by the mere expression of his thoughts and fears. We have people with hearts and souls who really care what happens in daily life, no matter the strife and pressures they endure regularly! I believe you got it right, Kritika, when you surmised that writers, in the situation we find ourselves in, can feel the innermost thoughts of those with whom we regularly communicate; especially  not having seen, spoken with, or heard our counterparts! Strange is the feeling of anticipation when I open my account, just to read what my colleagues and Friends are writing about. No award could make me feel better than I have felt this day, than the comments I have read from my Friends on this blog !  Thanks and love to you all.  That being said, I think a bit of venting is in order, so if you all do not mind I feel the need to do a little bitchin, so stand back before I let ‘er fly………….

Nothing better than perfect

Find me once on a perfect day, then I shall treat you perfectly. On a perfect day nothing can go wrong and I will be glad to share it with you. On a perfect day anyone can happen with no animosity to stir up a fight.  On a perfect day you can dream anything ,and no will laugh at your deepest desire. On a perfect day the perfection of you, would perfectly light the midnight sky. On a perfect day I could light my lust, and fire the flames of your desire. On a perfect day the rockets would fly, and I would not worry about saying goodbye. Cause I know I will see You again!


Do not we all wish to explain how we came to be, what we are today? I sometimes wish for the words to mesh, just one single week in my life in the flesh. Every minute that passes leaves a bit that is different than anyone else, alive on the planet;a little bit different than any one else. So every minute that passes leaving each a little apart because life does not require we live physically attached to our true mate, till chance brings together two together so close, and one and the other, and miniscule work brings a couple together, till they finally sense, twas meant to be that they belong together. There is however much more than together; that makes a relationship be. What of the time spent apart from the other that in reality sets the tune, of the magic and music, we may rock to too soon. Am I just a favorite, or am I Really the One,too many times we do not take the time to tell. Then again I am no guru, to say for certain if the pair of you are meant forever to be; the perfect couple. Only time will tell and that is the gamble. The night grows late and I merely ramble, and passing the time to see; if anything I wrote on this page makes sense to any but me.

Little symbols of desire

Today I feel completely overwhelmed. For some insane, or logical confluence of the streams of antiquity and the future, I have absolutely no grievances to bear, nothing particular to celebrate; in short I feel a calmness not enjoyed by me for a very long time. Today there seems to be nothing to hurry after, nothing to wait for, and certainly “nothing to get hot about” (Strawberry Fields?) The truth of the matter, perhaps lies within the chasms of my mind, wherein the chasms of my mind are truly wider(ie the space between the left and right cerebral lobes) than the average.This configuration ,I say, gives my words time to play before they get committed to an eternity of order that they might not naturally wish to stay. Tough luck words,I think I gotcha where I wantcha! Now, that being said, this narration must continue, if for no other reason, to rack up my word count for this evening. Todays’ research involved Valentines (saint or secular) day, and Cupid,(who interestingly enough has more or less the same depth of history) and whether or not they corraborate  our modern version of personal like and/or love. My research seems to show, not surprising to me, that the mixing of the two entities is definitely a modern invention.(most probably concocted in the cellars of “Hallmark”)Now Valentine, who we know is a Catholic(no offense,but he is a Saint and in modern days maybe not,or depending on my sources he may be an undersaint, (who to the best of my knowledge means he is a saint as long as his day does not interfere with a “full” saints day)It seems there were several Valentines throught the first A>D years but it seems that most of them ended clubbed and/or stoned to death, and /or beheaded, after restoring a blind girls sight before becoming a friend to the king of the time, or restoring her sight just after Valentine tried to convert the king to Christianity. Over the next couple of hundred years it seems a few more Valentines, Valentinas,and Valentenies popped up now and again, until”Hallmark” took control of his destiny. (Can St Valentine survive”Hallmark?”) Now the crux of the situation rears it’s ugly head. Years and years,(lots of them) before Mr.Valentine was thought of, even in a wet dream, two Latin gods (well a god and a goddess) hooked up and had Cupid.Or if you spoke Greek his name was Eros{hence erotica} I could not find in my research how long it was before Cupid became the foremost archer in the land, but eventually the lad developed a penchant for targeting would be lovers in the heart and turning them into real lovers.(ie see Cinderella)FYI under the guise of Eros, some ancient Greeks, said that Eros/Cupid was indeed a primordial god who being a product of asexual conception,thus ranking third in the current vernacular, (their current, not ours) had power to divide other gods power, though I cannot think of why he might.Other newer folk passed the story around till there were three different Cupids, but  I digress.Now, back to the present world, where “Hallmark” has designated that the Fourteenth of February{neatly placed twixt Christmas and Easter}shall be the time when lovers, and wannabe lovers, purchase massive amounts of flowers{better be a rose} candy, diamonds, ID bracelets, and lots and lots of Valentine cards. All of these objects, intended to replace Cupids arrows and St Valentines good intentions {Ever since Hall mark bought their copyrights} continue to be the crux upon whether, and to whom’each of us will bond. THE END LOVE YOU ALL