chauvinists males does it take to change a light-bulb?




























None the b1tch can cook in the dark!

thank you Sharris/LA/d4

the non-use of capitalization helps ggive it a "dreamy" quality something I do quite abit. Sensually written

thank you

thank you pdk/flame

The soft candlelight in the room,
slowly steals the blackness and gloom,
The nighttime parlor of my shadowed mind.
A face appears within the flame,
delivering to me your name,
A vision of beauty and light.
Drifting away before I ever see,
Dissipating in a haze of smoke, now free.
Floating into the shadowed beyond
Taking with it my light,
leaving me blind in the dark of night.
A lone candle flame
In the wind torn night,
Helping me discern wrong from right.
You are that and more to me.
So beautiful yet hard to hold,
If you are taken I will be left cold
Without the comfort of your embrace.
I seek to encompass your essence,
The consuming flame of your presence
Within my glass body.
To protect you from harm and fear,
Let you burn and keep you near
To draw comfort from your heat.
My heart is frozen, hard as stone,
rigid and glacial, and alone
Trapped by my deafening silence.
I am not afraid to let you melt this sheath
and find the warmth hidden beneath
To see my soul as no one has before.
I watched you burn as your flame danced,
My heart melting, my soul entranced,
A bead of wax rolls like a tear.
The shadows flutter in the burnished light,
my body awakens to the splendor of the sight.
The smoke swirls, a ghost in the wind
Describing to my eyes, the beauty of you
A portrait of innocence, intentions true,
Possessing a gossamer delicacy.
Transfixing my mind and shattering my soul
I yield to what I cannot control.
Devoured by my starving eyes,
My ever watching mind warns to be aware,
The scent of wax lies heavily in the air.
Like the petals of a white rose
Glowing, the lone fragment of fire,
Reveals my deepest truest desire.
Wondering if you will burn if I get too close.
So far away, I have stayed
From the light as I have prayed.
Now I throw my caution into the wind
And feel the freedom of love's embrace
My hope restored by the glow upon your face.

Dear Avatar of the Cosmos,

I must admit that your harmonious systematic
est modus in rebus of abstractional analyticity
and unblemished beauty, that only the Gods
could have created, has made my therapist
a contented control freak. For I am insidiously
inflicted with the faceless fear of poetry
and of long words. But your inflexible enchantment
of mind, heart, and sight has coerced the improbable,
the inevitable, the Muhammad Ali attitude,
and the William Shakespeare within to emerge
ensorcelled and ready to scribe sensuality in verse,
just for you.

~~Pigeonhole Me~~
Like a complex Einstein theory,
you have manipulated musical
rapturous renditions
of befuddled bewitchment
upon my enraptured spirit.

I see Pleiades playfully dance
within your hurricane eyes
piercing platonic depths
of soul unrecognized.

Luscious lips intoxicate my mind
with brilliant breath of depth
that serenades thunderous
thought twisters—

and spreads sensual salutations
with your luminous smile.

The sway of your mesmerizing mind
slays beliefs inscrolled in stone,
like the Sun’s sizzling assassination
of the nocturnal sky.

You’re a shooting star that blazes
across my barren universe
satiating salvation in sweet torture.

Pigeonhole me, tie your hands
behind my back and cuff us
tenderly together.

Whisper and whimper
a sweet breeze
upon our loins of desire
and we’ll dream away
the daylight hours.

For you—

have become the infectious disease
I have always longed to invade my heart.

P.S. I also have Philophobia, the fear of falling in love,
so after we have sex please tell me what a horrid lover I am.

Sincerely,
Sigmund

hope you enjoy your visit or is it a move? Where in california are you going to visit? It truly is a great plae to live and visit

nice acrostic

if i asked


you to lie
in shallow breath
for no other
reason

then to expose
my thoughts
feelings
by touch
like a feathered friend
in ashen sky

would you lie
without
ragged breath
nor
burrowed eyes
of a predator


allow muddy hands
to knead lumps
of regret
and strung out
emotional addictions
like grandma use to
while making bread


and you ask


nothing


just shiver
from the excitement
of getting to know
me

unmasked
as mother theresas tears
and a four shot espresso
spiked sullen


is the whispered breath
on the back of your ear
warm as milk
in the sunshine
of who i am


or


are you
but a figment
of imagination
panned on the skyline
of a hope
twisted
on licorice lips

thank you kim

thank you Kim and Puff

I am…
simply complicated;

a liar,
a lover,
a hater,
a rouse in the crux
of Existence.

I am dark
and light,
the yin
and yang
of the moment,

and if you venture
into my world
the oxy-existence
becomes a part of you

forever.

I am a seeker,
a sucker,
a thief,
a driving force
of pain.

I am the son
of abuse,
the father
of charm,
and the whore
of your lust~

a darkness
waiting to unfurl
and consume.

I am scathed,
bathed in a false reality;

I am the winner
of dumb luck
and loser
of the greatest love.

I am…
a bag of masks.

thank you the one moment in my life that is etched within my mind as clear today as when it happened 21 years ago, the birth of my first born

as spark to brilliance,
the Heavens hush and opens wide
nine celestial centimeters
hairless head of sunshine slides
radiating its primitive prism
of majestic magnificence
in a shimmering spectrum
of rainbow rapture
lucent pinkish hues
glisten gagged gasps
of awakened awe
crinkled wrinkled
smile struggles to suckle
angelic air until slapped
crisp cry splits humbled heart
when suddenly shining star stops
perfection poses proudly
for doting daddy
seven second scene
painted priceless and permanent
like last breath before death

23 and 1/2......... second time around!!!!

nice use of poetic device in particular alteration

there are some lol

is all of a sudden a slacker state. Whatever happened to this great state?