I Want To…

…touch your heart
with a calmly raging
tempest of love…

…dance naked
under black night
and full moon…

…drink deep
the delicious
decadence
of your soul…

…grow, expand
explode my soul
upon the fabric
of this surreal
existance…

…welcome you
to this home and hearth
to this my deep love.

 

Inspired by Baring Down, a poem by Scarlett Blue.

 

P.I.M.P.

A brief recap of events…

    So having been denied access to my favorite personal labor of love while on down time at work, I’ve been devouring books of all manner of nature. 
    I recently finished a psychology/psychiatry book by Dr. Peck entitled, “The Road Less Traveled” and I strongly encourage anyone who is dedicated to growing personally and spiritually to seek out this book and read it, slowly and with much consideration and contemplation.
    For more recreational reading in the realms of mystery/detective/drama  novels check out the wonderful book, “Dance of Death,” by Douglas Preston & Lincoln Child.  The story is engaging and gripping, shrouded in mystery from the very first pages.  I’m not sure if it is the second or first book in a series, but it is obviously the beginning of a much longer story that I can not wait to continue.
    In the area of Fantasy/Adventure, and a bit of the Coming of Age genre, check out Tamora Pierce’s novel, “Trickster’s Choice.”  You follow the “adventure” of the young daughter of a spy master after she is captured and sold into slavery by pirates.  Her wit and observational skills serve her well as she carves out a niche in her new life.  I can not wait to read other books by this talented author.
    Last, but not least, “Blood Music.”  This book by Greg Bear is amazing in it’s implications and it’s subject.  If you find yourself adventurous in the area’s of potential biotechnologies and sciences,  I would strongly encourage you to pick up this short but very exciting, and wonderously monstrous story.

This is to update the update on the update – that is all.

   No really, this IS an update.  I’ve been out of touch a good bit over the last couple of days, actually it’s been more like a week or two.  The reason for this as I’m sure I’ve posted about it earlier is that this site was for a good period of time, inaccessible to me while at work, where I previously did most of my posting and, you guessed it, “Updating.”  So, here I am again, with access and happy as a pig in mud, figuratively of course.

In all things – Balance

In business, to make money
Spend it, but spend it wisely

For everything there is a time
… and a place

Time plus effort equals commodities
Money is the ‘common commodity’ of today
Money equals time plus effort

Effort spent wisely requires less time
Yielding more time for effort
Yielding more money

Therefore,
To make time,
Spend time seeking wisdom
In wisdom find balance
Apply balance
To all things.

Lost and Found

In the cleaning out of cobwebs
I found my mind today
Amidst old books
And magazines of yesteryear

 

“A Collection of Perceptions” : By Scarlett Blue

   A few months ago I spent $14 on a little known book by a little known poet and author.  I waited impatiently for it’s arrival on my doorstep, and I’m sad to say, that I was caught off guard when it did arrive, expecting something else in the mail at the time as well, and the waiting for the other item had somewhat eclipsed my impatience for this book.  
   Upon this books delivery, I faithfully openned it up and read the little inscription with excitement.  I took the book with me to work the next day and began to slowly read through the carefully selected poems and excerpts from another poets life. 
   I read of the very real human experience, captured in honesty and love.  I read of longings and fears that echoed my own.  I read of obstacles surpassed and shed tears with the sorrows conveyed as well as lines of joyous poetry that gripped my heart.  I feel blessed to have taken the opportunity to patron a fellow poet and to include her works upon my shelf.  
   I speak of the book, “A Collection of Perceptions” by Scarlett Blue and I encourage you all to take a moment and stop by 1writegirl’s website, drop her a line, perhaps order one of her books.  I do not believe that you will be displeased, I am happy to add it to my collection of beloved books.

Demanding Discipline

In the study
Of self control
Temptation threatens
The withering of weak souls.

The Poetry Corner 4th Edition 2nd Volume

Well well well, I’ve finally buckled down and began the next volume of The Poetry Corner.  I do hope that you have not been waiting too long.  If you have been keeping up on the blog you’ll know that my recent and least most demanding method of updating and posting is now no longer available to me and so I’ve been struggling with distraction and life.  I have prevailed and now bring you another installment of poets and poetry for your enjoyment.  So, with no further delay…

We all have a special worth and desire someone to come into our lives and validate our own value and importance in this ever changing and shifting world.  The poem is short, carrying a longing that all of us have, however deep we may have buried it.  In simple words, with plain desire, Miss Demure Restraint calls out for her Junk Man to come and take her away.

Going back more than a year into the archives of the wonderful and amazing Oracle of the Pearl we find a real pearl of poetry and emotion.  In five stanzas that could be their own poem, Pearl walks you through her Everything and bares a little piece of her soul upon the electronic pages of life.  Everything I Am is an epic journey of truth and discovery that left me wishing I could give back the pieces of her that were taken.

With excellent alliteration, the poet and the thief delivers a short poem, seven lines of rebuke to anyone who would think that intellect is an adequate substitution for attractiveness.  Then, with tongue in cheek, and I imagine with no less sarcasm, titles the poem, A bunch of baloney.  It seems to me, this poem is a deep, and while comedic, also painful comment on the importance of intelligence and the superficiality of appearances.

Sara Fryd really does paint with words, and here we find a palette of emotion, in all the gritty darkness of sorrow, stretched across the skein of life.  She writes for her mother’s voice, silenced by tragedy and guilt, to pay homage to effect we have on those we leave behind.  Mother’s Guilt is so powerful a poem that my mere words could never do it justice.

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Pulling Me Down (You say you love me)

Pull
My strings
Lick my blood
From the wounds
The tethering of the soul
Your whispered admonishments
This lie you tell yourself
Of love and sacrifice
So you may justify
This death grip
Holding me
-Down

Inspired by of Dismantling Puppets by B. R. Belletryst at The Firefly Chronicles

P.I.M.P.

Starlit Truth

With all the passion left to savor
The line of neck to shoulder
And subtle curve of collar
Calling deep unto deep
Oh Johny come lately
Never sooner always never
Ever always knowing how to wait
Anticipation driving this
Carriage of crazy
Staring at the ceiling
Eyes wide shut
Seeing nothing
Hot and heavy, yearning
Panting
Pushing
Pulling
Pleading
Demanding this release