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Posted: 9/17/2009 3:26:14 PM | Happy Birthday dearest E.  We are all with you in spirit my dear. You are like a fine wine ... getting better all the time. Love you dearly, A.
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Posted: 9/17/2009 3:39:52 PM | My Ladies Ash, JuJu, Sophia, Inicia and SunShine...thank you all for the wonderfully thoughtful birthday wishes.. You touch me...
and yup! I am eternally 29! 
AS WE ALL ARE!
Like Sunshine says we can celebrate unbirthdays too !!
Sounds like a very fine idea to me!
*cheers! 
Truth what can I say babe, you actually make me blush sometimes...Are you actually dancing for me hmmmm?  *kiss kiss
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Posted: 9/21/2009 10:34:25 AM | highball
thoughts dribbled
past a tongue of
mental altercations
thought best when
roasted in cheap cracks
and digs riled
from an audience
of not one
but a five
finger level in the glass
when it really should have been
two
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Posted: 9/25/2009 12:43:50 PM | tantric in sunlight
warm as equatorial waters, fingers
let droplets slips past, as
breathing deepens
heated to the flow of silken curves
sensitized by sunlight, and
giving hands
stroke thighs, abdomen, breasts
proffered to slow tactile journeys
oil flows along her outer folds
drips down into the valley of
sweet yoni places
expanded now the crown jewel
perspective is blazing, as
he gently eases
between middle and forefinger
sliding sacred, into her full extent
essence trickles her ambrosia nectar
daedal etched upon pleasure’s moment
stimulation increased by penetration
and love tongued in trust
of receiving
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Posted: 9/25/2009 11:55:44 PM | stroke slink recline
deny
fed up
purse lips
chant out loud
the faith of natural hue and texture
of the coulees east
where i lust to make roads in the silt | |
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Posted: 10/8/2009 12:47:15 PM | it was the sun that called
constellations
watched them in slow motion
the coolness of her touch
soothed his burning turbulence
his firelight resounded
reflecting acceptance
of all her hidden gravities
hair fluid
eyes liquid
she glistened
and floated
towards him
his heat waves chimed
to match melodic with
her lunar flows and ebbs
the stars shone gently
upon celestial bodies
hair flowing
eyes flaming
he exploded
and reached
towards her
suspended pale she gazed
alabaster face flushed rosen
his existence singed her
radiant fingers strummed glory
passion's tidal kiss took place
the exchange shadowed him
eclipsed
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Posted: 10/8/2009 12:48:26 PM | Annabelle
watching the despoiling of innocence
ghosts scorched while virtue burned
hands clenched by her trembling sides
eyes glowed, bleeding lips open slight
overcome by crackles and sparks
that shone her consuming evidence
an act of kindness she gifted cruelly
with a gaze more woman than child
torn from advantage of youthful right
she illumined childhood taken forcibly
gifting clemency through combustion
twisted pardon lit up her blazing face
mercy took the form of their fiery blight
final reprieve for leniency given blindly
in sanctification of unmerited sacrifice
she put them to sleep in her divine ashes
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Posted: 10/8/2009 12:52:06 PM | a dark enchilada
hands rip flesh apart
ruthlessly shredded
swathed up
mummy like
in two corn tortillas
laid to rest upon the
decapitated head of
lettuce thinly sliced
all this
slathered with the blood
of an unsuspecting tomato
while the
cheese oozes viscously
into the beans watching
the smashed avocado entrails
laugh with the garlic
as sour cream attempts
to keep your gut from
screaming blasphemies
at jalapeno's hellish
heat
Would you like a little lime
with that beer
baby?
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Posted: 10/16/2009 1:34:00 PM | making the bed
harvesting row upon row of silken tumbles
kowtowed over memories, tucked in
with tangled hair and love’s essence
we stretched the landscape
over fresh paths, gleaned from delicate ivory
to cast down filled secrets, footnoted
with the thrusts of curving rubs and tender slumbers
pulling tight the threads of gossamer tokens
spun from hands blinking at gentle promises
woven endless from the birth of every morning
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Posted: 10/19/2009 11:37:44 AM | Remembering Elmer
The glue hardens against archival white,
a 2 dimensional sky of shape.
No depth, no water.
In time, it dries to liquid, sculpted against paper,
so I take chalk pastels to make rain the color I remember.
~E~ | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 2:58:30 PM | no longer undelivered
Across this silence, postmarked
hands closeted by paper wishes,
reach up in attempt to open via special
delivery your letter, stamped in night,
bound static in jute twine.
I will untie it,
tear it open.
Break apart and shatter this package,
watch it float down in bits and pieces,
as rain upon fields too long parched.
To finally sail up the straits of Anián
until I reach your blue islands.
~E~
note~ the straits of Anián is a mythical body of water thought to run the length of the northwest coast.
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Posted: 10/23/2009 6:32:43 PM | same difference
it should be more about
who i am
than what i am,
agree?
see, i could survive
being you
but could you exist
being me?
i'm hated and shunned
just for my skins' hue
no matter what i say
it doesn't matter what i do
but you lie in the sun
to darken your complexion
and acquire fuller features
with collagen injections
do you see the contradiction
the incongruity
you wont admit that you do
but i know that you see
our situation is different
from any other race's claims
they fought and died to get here
we were brought here in chains
oppressed and depressed
whipped and hanged
literally and figuratively
and the scars remain
and you say forget it
it's all in the past
but we're still second class citizens
in a country built on our backs
but above all that
and this is what's magnificent
we're so much more alike
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Posted: 10/23/2009 7:05:08 PM | yes, we are 'so much more alike than we are different'
too many know the tears and strife of prejudice all our life
it comes not only when one has lighter or darker skin
but from false judgement that never should begin
no one is higher or lower than any other
since we're all born from a father and mother
though there may be no other the same identically
we are all sisters and brothers and truly holy
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Posted: 10/24/2009 4:59:06 PM | the real version.
I walk.
unto thy earth did I offer such
thought, torn
by the alley of dark, impersonal endeavor
stilled in the deep forest
that come to tide, upon the seasoning of a palm.
all of beauty might fail
to glimpse again within your eyes
I have loved, the deepest seed to this chest
wept by seas, tied upon the ocean of a soul.
find measure to the sky, they spoke
that drifts an eternal eclipse
beyond his sight of fevered need
when all of flame would come to pass.
now the crushing shore is moving
wholly by the ebb and flow
evermore to fingers that beseech.
writ, greed so placed I hollow
upon the happenstance of
her breath, placed soft when cheek to cheek
my lover, a voice
I cannot reach.
~R~ | |
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Posted: 10/27/2009 4:42:26 PM | Welcome back DX...nice to see you visit again...havent seen you writing in a while and of course the always lovely WeAre1.
and as for you Manny.... Shucks...thanks hon | |
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Posted: 10/27/2009 4:43:20 PM | Orange Peels
She has green eyes
and red hair.
With the passing of time
the red is threaded brighter
sewn with strands of silver.
I’ve watched her,
Slicing orange peels
into spirals of care.
Gently draping
citrus curls to dry.
I am,
entwined in this family
that rises past my ceiling to heaven.
Captured in the aroma of childhood
simmered in cloves and
honeyed memories.
While I make tea,
just as my grandmother,
with her green eyes
and red hair.
~E~ | |
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Posted: 10/27/2009 7:19:14 PM | Ms Tropical:
'Orange Peels' is a wonderous writing, that speaks to me personally.
May I have your permission to post this, with full credit to you of course, here and elsewhere?
(My poetic 'train journeys' are many)
Excellent write!
TBK | |
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Posted: 10/28/2009 8:17:02 AM | "harvesting row upon row of silken tumbles"
"we stretched the landscape"
"spun from hands blinking at gentle promises "
***almost 2 weeks since you posted "Making The Bed" and you still have those lines above visiting my thoughts...great piece!...dime*** | |
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