Hello poets.Just processing thoughts in a cathartic way like the rest of you. This is the only reason I stop off here now.Changed my mind about alot of things but I like reading the words,so process the pain and let in the joy.Peace and love to you all.


I've done some things and I've seen some stuff,
Some of which I am even proud of,
Like I loved the feeling of being in love,
Ive done lots of stuff until my nose stings,
Love is another one of those things,
You do a line and it feels good,
You're high in love and you've got wood,
The fires ablaze,you're stacking it high,
Using eachother until you both die.

I've done some stuff and done some things,
Drugs are another one of those stings,
Opiates are only good for grief,
Stops the pain from wounding too deep,
Use cocaine for hating god,
If he exists,I'll poke him in the eye,the treacherous sod,
Hate is tiring and ages the soul,
Another drug to fill that hole,
Hat's off to Mary Jane,
balance and peace restored again.

Until I die I will live for stuff,
And doing things I'm even proud of,
Do the stuff that really stings,
That makes the soul whole and makes the heart sing,
Angelic psychedelic,
Love on a higher plane,
Doing the mushroom dance,
Goodbye to pain.

Thanks for reading.I am off to read yours now.I don't often comment because adding waffle is pointless and criticism is what critics do.
Peace and love people.Stardust one and all. P.S I don't care about anybody's religious views so don't bombard me for not being a god fan.I am not interested.Freedom of speech.Je suis Charlie.Amen.

I'd comment, but adding waffle is pointless :-)

Lots of people comment on your horny poetry.Mostly asking for more.I don't know you well enough yet to join in.I am a bit sick humour wise and you have managed to keep it horny yet clean.I have no wish to dirty the flow. I appreciate your creativity though.Waffle,waffle,blah,blah.Nipple,bottom,cockring etc.Peace and love.

Thank you waffler man ...I love creative masturbation, it hits all the senses at once...Kinda like some drugs ...And thank god for my notebook, it allows me to indulge atmospherically....A contribution from you would be welcome and appreciated...The edgier, the better....

Peace...

I actually started one but hit a wrong key.You have set a challenge of edginess and it would be rude to deny a lady. I am quite knightly and chivalrous. So lady I accept your challenge,but later when I can give it the dilligence it deserves. I started off,"Hello Leigh,this is me,swinging naked up a tree,Don't look up,You'll get a fright,I did not wax my arse tonight". Then I hit the wrong key. Probably for the best.It was a load of w.nk. I was trying my best to be repellent as well.Ying and yang,thou hath touched my wang and ruffled my russet pouch most sweetly. Peace and love to you Leigh. I bow before you,sword in hand my Lady. P.S I am reading the game of thrones at the moment so I feel quite knightly.

As well you should!...

Lorsqu'elle viendra, il sera mangificant!!

Hi Leigh,This is a rant,not directed at you at all.Enjoy

I did post on your hot and steamy thread but my words were disliked by someone so it seems as it promptly evaporated.Never mind,the process was good for me.I can only assume it was my talk of witchery or the use of the fornication word ending in ing that is too rude to voice. Making love is acceptable as is nobbing.I can't see why a good huck is such a taboo. Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.Nice.Religious expression and freedom only extends to anyone who worships the right god.A man shall not lay with another man as a man lays with a woman. My son is gay,so I must be the ultimate evil with deviant seed cast to fly in the face of all decent religious zealot people. Just to clarify,I am not religious but I am enthralled by the use of plants and dance to achieve states otherwise denied.Anthropology and the gods of the forest.Not my gods,I don't have one.Denial of pleasure to look down on others that do not deny it is holier than thou and I have no time for it. As a father who loves his son,it is my duty to defend his right to be who he is happy to be.That means I am often at odds with religious anti gay zealots.Not that I believe for a second you are of that ilk.I really don't.Not one teeny bit.Hypocrisy and censorship is just daft in a world where it is ok to bomb and maime.I am ex army.I have seen the face of evil.Evil is in deeds,not words or cartoons.Evil is not in the hucking word.An it harm none,do what thou wilt.If only the rest of the world could take that ethos on board.I must remember to tell my son he will burn in a hell of some kind if he touches a bum.Witches are ok with him touching bum,as long as it harms none.Maybe send him to a gay camp to become ungay.The ones that protest the loudest are usually in denial of their own desires implanted by the demon hoards led by Santa,or is it Satan,I forget.They are both red apparently.In fact Santa and Satan are no doubt in league with the communists.Fear everyone and everything.Especially witches.If this is yet another attempt at restricting freedom of expression then there is no point in being here.All hail Santa and fear his wrath.He will send his evil communist reindeer to wreak havoc and destruction.It is not four horsemen of the apocalypse.False teachings.For it is written that Gorbachov and Putin in league with Santa and satan,will ride the devils reindeer into the world and change us all to communists who may also covet bums to please satan.Not sure about santas bum touching proclivities but watch out for satan and Gorbachov.So it is written.No chimney is safe from the evil that seeks bums.MMWWWAAHHHAAAA! Horse is an ancient sanscrit word for reindeer.Otherwise the bible is not a complete work of controlling fiction at all.They just interpreted the horse bit wrong.Everything else is of course the gospel truth and worth marginalising everyone else for,especially those evil bum touchers.God hates them.If all else fails,blame demons for tempting you to santas lair.Responsible for our own actions?No.Demons.Witches.and those bloody communist reindeer.If I am wrong and it was just a glitch,at least I have had a good rant for sh.ts and giggles.One is amused. I bow before you Lady Leigh.Peace and love.Just kicking out at the world,because the world kicks out alot hucking harder.Je suis Charlie viva la France

Oui, Je suisCharlie...Viva la France!....

Yes Brugmansia, you are wrong...Twas just a glitch I guess...Go to my thread see for yourself...I left you a waffle waffle blah blah nipple bottom...Your art is in tact, your rant appreciated!

Another good poem; I dig the cadence. Hope you keep posting here. Cheers.

"My advice is highly valued. For instance, don’t piss on a large pine cone. It may not be a pine cone. If you are not clear about which spiders are poisonous, kill them all. The daddy long legs is not a true spider, it actually belongs to the Seratonio crime family. Although insects value their lives, and even though their relentless industry is an example for all of us, they rarely have a thought about death, and when they do it is not accompanied by strong emotions, as it is with you and me. They hardly discriminate between life and death. In this sense they are much like mystics, and like mystics, many are poisonous. It would be difficult to make love to an insect, especially if you are well endowed. As for my own experience, not one single insect has ever complained. If you are not sure which mystics are poisonous, it is best to kill the one you come across with a blow to the head using a hammer, or a show, or a large old vegetable, such as a petrified beet." - Cohen

'Je suis Charlie.'

"I can't make the hills
The system is shot
I'm living on pills
For which I thank God
I followed the course
From chaos to art
Desire the horse
Depression the cart
I sailed like a swan
I sank like a rock
But time is long gone
Past my laughing stock
My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn't write
What the night pencilled in
My animal howls
My angel's upset
But I'm not allowed
A trace of regret
For someone will use
What I couldn't be
My heart will be hers
Impersonally
She'll step on the path
She'll see what I mean
My will cut in half
And freedom between
For less than a second
Our lives will collide
The endless suspended
The door open wide
Then she will be born
To someone like you
What no one has done
She'll continue to do
I know she is coming
I know she will look
And that is the longing
And this is the book"

~Leonard Cohen...Book of Longing

Hello mate,

Always nice to read your words.I like the strange people,as in lateral thinkers.People who think.People who feel.Whether it be anger or love,it is an emotion.You can't fake an emotion with words,so psychopaths do not do poetry.Clingy and delusional yes.Bunny boilers and stalkers.Yes.People who cannot process reality because reality often sucks. I enjoyed the Cohen and in answer,the spanish blister beetle can give you the forced erection and you can spank one off to some porn and make the beetle watch.Voyeur style.Or a buzz toy with a sensive control panel that a large insect could control by walking over.You could f... an ants nest or a termite mound and I guarantee you would have loads of either on your nob biting away and stimulating you if you like pain.So group sex is possible if pain proclivities float your boat.You could turn a scorpion into a cockring if you get off on danger.So penetration no.I would hardly accuse Cohen of lack of imagination but there are some variables.Let me know if you come up with one.The camel spider could look a bit like a camel toe in the right light.Not really a spider but big and furry.Or a jar of warm worms.Now thats sexy.

Hello Lady Leigh,

I will pop over to your steamy sauna for a look at what you have created.Thanks for the Cohen. PP sent me one as you no doubt read.Please send more as it moves you.I have not been exposed to him but I like what I see thus far very much.

Peace and love my Lady.Bow.