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...to you, what you feel passionate about, and spend your life doing that.
"Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot." D.H. Lawrence.
"It's the soul's duty to be loyal to it's own desires. It must abandon itself to master passion." Rebecca West
" If there is no passion in your life, then have you really lived? Find your passion, whatever it may be. Become it, and let it become you and you will find great things happen FOR you, TO you and BECAUSE of you. "... (more)
Speak with your face turned away,
words that I long for you to say.
I believe them even if they may
keep my logic in constant sway
Holding my aching mind at bay
go ahead my love, lie anyway.
First Written in Opinions of Eye(more)
Change. We all want to change. However if we want to change simply to please someone else or to fit in to society out of our own vanity, that is a false wish for a change. I am not talking about the kind of exterior adaptation which involves switching masks or, changing clothes, learning new tricks. No, the kind of change I long for is deep-seated and involves shedding phony masks and removing costumes, not putting on more layers.
To make drastic changes in my life means I must first deal with my interior issues. It means turning the key, and opening a door. Sometimes I open the door... (more)
Dressing myself with Waiting's robes looking in the mirror at When. Finding thoughts that without warning haunt and scare my lonely Then. Question the mistress Waiting, again to the end of never, When? Waiting she dances, holding me close and calling her lover When Her music of chance and sultry moves under the covers of patient Then A cruel lover Waiting plays with me as I grow old with desire When Teasing from me my passing youth with Waiting's close lover When First published in Opinionsofeye.com
...They are parasites, drawing from me like a tic. Working my way through the jungles of the game, they latch on. Suckers, filling themselves with my blood. I let some hang on, knowing they are there, keeping an eye on them; I'm in control. The tic is bold, so consumed with satiating its desire, knowing not that its life is in my hands, nor does it care. One day, I will have enough and will squash the tic, making a blood stain on my leg, smiling with gratification of my exercise of power over it. It's funny to watch little creatures plying their wares, I feel compassion on their... (more)
You see beauty everywhere, your supposed to be happy. Your not.
You see people laughing, your supposed to be a part. Your not.
You see tears falling, your supposed to feel. Your not.
You see prayers offered, your suppose to do that. Your not.
You see life passing, your supposed to do something. Your not.
And worst of all, you just don't care. I mean you really, really, don't care. About anything.
Its a death you feel in every little crack of your soul.
Like dust collecting, its death in the small areas of your life.
But wait you walking... (more)
...a rhythm with her hair in my lap. Closing my eyes, I turned to see the body again, I inquired about how to handle the trash. “The cleaners would be here soon, don't worry.” She went back to her self-imposed task of intimating sexual pleasure on her bodyguard. As I grew closer to the summit of my desire, I recalled that this was the reason I worked my mundane, back-breaking job, to guard her and escape from the listless world that was mine, outside this Queen's castle.
Queen, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9,Part 10
...the hot streams of water from their graceful tips. I pulled her leg up in the crook of my arm and proceeded to take deep her offerings of pleasure for my parched soul. She responded to my every move, not just receiving me, but giving me herself. We entwined over, around, under, our bodies desire facilitated by the hot water and the oil she poured on our tangle of lust. My Queen, my queen, you have taken me as I have you. I kissed her deep as I finished, only to hear the sharp break of glass and feel a hot sting drive itself deep in my shoulder.
Blood spattered across my Queens... (more)
Driving her to the club once again, so tired from working all day and watching her all night. We parted with our usual exchange of kisses and hugs. I drove away, looking back at my Angel, her innocent looks were slowly changing, leaving a traces of fear and emptiness. My Angel, I want to take you away from all this. Gathering myself, like I always did when I had to leave her, I drove away slowly. The day I drove away faster than I came to her would be the end. Halfway home, my phone is ringing...its Angel, “Baby, don't come back, I’m staying here.” “What!” I screamed into the phone,... (more)
...with sound, with scent and sight.
Be there men with souls so dead
They never to themselves have said
We crave this being of magic bred.
In times of old far in the past
She rose from foam men’s hearts to grasp
She wrung from them a yearning gasp.
Oh, vision of glamour, desire, and youth
Who rends not with fang, nor claw, nor tooth
But with wile and smile and scorching truth
Please hear our plea and soothe our plight
Kindle passion's flames and fan them bright
To leave us trembling spent in sheer delight!(more)
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