|
|
|
|
|
| MANDRAKE IN WONDERLAND
Posted: 6/4/2007 6:23:51 AM | It's late, it's late, I really must run!
it's time to go and have some fun,
don't delay me, or take up my time,
Please don't bother me with silly rhyme!
Follow my path at the top of the tree,
along the ground as you can see,
Hurry, hurry! now don't be late,
I really must run, I just can't wait.
Follow the tunnel in the sky,
Please don't stop and ask me why!
I have no time to stop and explain,
Can't you see it is starting to rain?
I'll sing you a map, and draw you a song,
dress upside down, put on my thong,
we're almost there, the Queen's still in bed,
but if we are late, it's off! with our head! | |
|
| MANDRAKE IN WONDERLAND
Posted: 6/4/2007 6:48:26 AM | On A Cliff's Edge
On a cliff's edge
blue eyes
gaze out to sea
a rapid water's flow
takes her away
with a breeze
tender hands
upon her back
begin to play
no words are spoken
two bodies
unamiously just sway
kneading muscles tight
bringing on abandon
feeling carefree a soul becomes light
like a rapid current
to her these hands become bold
bodies are heating up
no fear of being cold
an eagle in flight lets out a cry
simultaneously
from this young woman
escapes a moan with a sigh
together within nature
all is magical this day
like movements of the sea
two lovers erotically play
pleasure is what they will find
simply it is all
they have on their minds
so just as this sea is blue
a consumation of lust
will join these two............... | |
|
| MANDRAKE IN WONDERLAND
Posted: 6/4/2007 7:08:04 AM | Come out to play,
Miss Dolly Rae,
with three eyes
two noses,
tu lips, like roses
two little breasts,
one green and one blue,
a patch below
covered in dew,
it had no hair,
completely bare,
she began to swing
her hips at my thing,
with a rise and fall,
she took it all,
with a final scream,
I awoke from my dream,
then rolled over to play
with my doll named Rae! | |
|
| MANDRAKE IN WONDERLAND
Posted: 6/4/2007 7:46:09 AM | You are such a total nut....the things you come up with sometimes put a smile on my face.....and then I walk away shaking my head...keep on being you silly man  | |
|
| MANDRAKE IN WONDERLAND
Posted: 6/4/2007 9:41:02 AM | You callin me a nut? Are you talkin to me?
What? A total nut? no, no, cannot be!
Tell me the truth, it'll set you free,
are you seriously, really, talkin to me?
Is that a smile? The one on your face?
and shake your head, in my very own place?
How dare you, you creature of habit,
Now who is the one called the Wabbit?
silly Wabbit, get at it!  | |
|
| MANDRAKE IN WONDERLAND
Posted: 6/4/2007 10:09:23 AM | Little Bo Peep,
was one of my sheep,
better than Mary Mary
who was quite contrary,
but Alice in Wonderland,
on the other hand,
oh my! she was so grand,
Better than Red,
especially in bed
giving great head! | |
|
| MY HORSE LIBERTY.
Posted: 6/4/2007 10:21:27 AM | Give me liberty
or give me death,
as I took my last breath,
liberty rode away,
left me to sway,
at the end of the rope. | |
|
| Nice to see.....
Posted: 6/4/2007 10:25:15 AM | memories lay deep
in the eyes of the shallow | |
|
| Nice to see.....
Posted: 6/4/2007 10:49:39 AM | | Thanks Zeekafire...........Zarathustra came upon the blind man speaking to the deaf man, as the snake crawled between them. | |
|
| SPLIT
Posted: 6/4/2007 11:23:44 AM | Here, there
everywhere,
tossed, twisted,
split,
into entities,
separate, yet
alike, attached,
wet, shimmering,
clinging, slippery,
lusting fullness,
complete. | |
|
| SPLIT
Posted: 6/4/2007 5:48:43 PM | Torn into pieces
no longer just one
being instead two
is becoming strange fun
twice the time
for things that I do
twice the memory
for memories of you
when I was whole
and not split down the middle
I couldnt of answered
my own silly riddles
your leave tore me
into two beings
one full of woe
the other filled with dreams
someday I suppose
they should rejoin
and be as one
just two sides of the coin. | |
|
| SPLIT
Posted: 6/5/2007 12:56:56 PM | | Love that one whyspr. Thanks for dropping by. Always great to see you . | |
|
| SPLIT
Posted: 6/5/2007 1:38:22 PM | I watch you, transfixed,
by the beauty of you,
as you glide, as if
on air.
Your smell entrancing
my passages, lusting
your touch, the feel of you,
In my embrace.
I long your softness,
tender skin and smile,
all the while,
Dreaming your return. | |
|
| PATIENCE
Posted: 6/5/2007 2:34:03 PM | What is it?
That thing called
Patience,
Perhaps tolerance
of behavior,
over sensitivity
Failure to comprehend,
the simplicities
of life,
I grow weary
of adult children,
those who cannot see past
their own
image. | |
|
| JUSTICE DIALECT
Posted: 6/5/2007 3:01:47 PM | Archaic dialect,
to Serve and Protect!
the words of the badge,
the judge and the jury,
but what's the hurry?
for justice to serve!
The courtroom of flics,
Broadway theatrics,
For justice to serve,
they haven't the nerve,
Just actors on stage,
making front page
news. | |
|
| Cynful
Posted: 6/5/2007 4:11:55 PM | Cynful cyn is back again
Wondering where I've been
Always up to no darn good
Of all ppl I knew you understood
But now I have come to play
At least for a while on this day
So how is my favorite naughty guy
Still shady makin' us think you're shy
  | |
|
| Cynful
Posted: 6/5/2007 7:49:01 PM | | Hey Cyn....you're a sight for sore, tired eyes. Thanks for the visit. I hope you visit more often. I know you don't have a lot of time on your hands, so drop by anytime. Luv ya sweety. | |
|
| WORDS
Posted: 6/5/2007 8:24:00 PM | Words, f*ck words!
don't speak your wasted breath,
your poison swill
they only kill,
the spirit.
Words! Ears closed, blocking
the empty sound,
spread around,
with little
meaning.
What could you say,
to move me?
what would it be?
don't speak!
ACT !! | |
|
| DANCE
Posted: 6/5/2007 8:34:01 PM | While she dances to his tune
in these first days of June
with her hands, blowing him kisses
sending signals he can’t miss
Bubbles of laughter, shared cheeks to cheeks
filling each other with their own music, no need to speak
eyes glued, magnetized, in a trance
on the threshold of romance
| |
|
| DANCE
Posted: 6/5/2007 8:38:23 PM | | Tahnk you Marie....I needed that tonight. Thanks for leaving it here. | |
|
| DANCE
Posted: 6/5/2007 8:58:45 PM | Dance the dance of life,
move the flame within,
breathe the fire of souls,
Let the spirit in. | |
|
| DANCE
Posted: 6/5/2007 10:25:32 PM | Triolet
Against motion’s wish
We pause in December.
Still lonely, afraid to kiss.
Against motion’s wish
We slip into ecstasy’s clench.
Retiring early the call of winter;
Against motion’s wish
We pause in December. | |
|
| DANCE
Posted: 6/6/2007 12:17:54 PM | | Nice write NW...love the flow and style. Thanks for visiting, come again anytime. | |
|
| DANCE
Posted: 6/6/2007 12:43:59 PM | Seeping through the cracks staining,
ran the trail of blood from the kill,
Steady streams bleeding out
the body, arteries ooze the spill.
A masterpiece, a work of art,
The kill was swift but gory,
Fingerpainted pools of blood,
That begin to tell the story. | |
|
| DANCE
Posted: 6/6/2007 2:18:34 PM | Nor day nor noon,
hath come too soon,
nor to see upon the sparrow,
a vision well too narrow
a soul, stealing winds to climb,
to soar above the sublime.
The glowing bull....hears no crying,
pain writes with daggers flying. | |
|
|
| Page 9 of 54
|
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41 |
|
Home
login 
