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sometimes waters get all mixed up threads flow down stream and even upstream-- it has been known to happen sometimes water with water becomes one indivisible, unchanging it can be impenetrable ice, diluting liquid or hottest gas yet water remains water it can be a conductor, a destroyer, a creator ... and like the water, so is the energy that bind spirits together unchanging, unalterable, its power flows beyond time and space its force renews all strength

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lost, lost in roads of avoidance desperately searching for what already was I lost myself in a game of foolish words lost, lost in false perceptions i let doubt weave itself into my intuition and chose uncertain roads pride leading the way of failure.

perdido, perdido en caminos de desentendimiento buscando lo que había encontrado me perdí en palabras necias me extravié en percepciones insulsas dejé entretejer la duda en mi intuición me fui por caminos inciertos mi soberbia la guía ... fallé.

Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth. Marcus Aurelius

O Make Me A Mask by Dylan Thomas O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your spies Of the sharp, enamelled eyes and the spectacled claws Rape and rebellion in the nurseries of my face, Gag of dumbstruck tree to block from bare enemies The bayonet tongue in this undefended prayerpiece, The present mouth, and the sweetly blown trumpet of lies, Shaped in old armour and oak the countenance of a dunce To shield the glistening brain and blunt the examiners, And a tear-stained widower grief drooped from the lashes To veil belladonna and let the dry eyes perceive Others betray the lamenting lies of their losses By the curve of the nude mouth or the laugh up the sleeve.

Hi G***. When the Seven of Pentacles comes to call, take a step back and reflect, look out at all the hard work that has been done, blossoms are blooming, the harvest is nearing, and the sun is shining. This is a card of progress and the fruits of your actions. Take a moment and rest, meditate, and remember what your intentions are; your path is unfolding, offer up gratitude. Pentacles represent the element earth, and regard the material world; money, career, and sensuality. The pentacle symbolizes humanity, the five pointed star, and the universe. This suit is connected to the season autumn and the planet Saturn. Pentacles address feelings and perception; they show persistence, endurance, and practical solutions. They allow you to see if you are at ease with your physical reality, to see if you are grounded. Pentacles peel away layers dealing with money, food, and the way in which you fill your sensual needs. The number seven shows responsibility, mature thinking, and finding the ...

we run through the line of looking, searching we move through space and time it all is and isn't what it appears the perceptions, reflections and projections are never the object itself we connect and disconnect there is a source that brings it all about we look for love, pleasure, joy and plenitude we engage ourselves and others the search of which is still unknown we move in ways that search for meaning the chemical reactions we're all shackled by the hope of continuity beyond this plane of existence grasping at something, going with the flow or against it trying to please the body and the heart responding to intuition and superstition looking for the place where we belong

Hey you there, yes you! Why so quiet today hm? Come break out a smile like in the old days The day is just beginning-- everything else is just beginning too Come on, break into your famous Colgate smiles Give off that air of love and confidence Don't forget yourself! Look, the day is breaking ... and the taste of coffee is as you remember it Come, stand before me and let's begin again Again, again ... naked like in your dream

there are times, like now, where my mind receives energies currents that flow through me, make me feel sleepy soemtimes aroused sometimes, elevates my mood sometimes there are elements at work that go beyond my understanding the fallout from my meditations keep my receptors open the energies keep working, currents run through the chakras and the body responds the energy connects, opens the channels to communicate ... vision is clear, we move forward, expand

the truth is that love is always love one can't change it, create it nor destroy it it just is ... it comes from a force beyond our understanding of course there are various types of love from spiritual to romantic to affectionate love these are all immortal in their own form we choose what to do with the love in our heart rejoice in it, savor it, live it block it, store it away, fear it, ignore it it's always a choice we make, whether consciously or not but the beauty of love is that it remains unmoved fortunately it needs us to express it it doesn't need us to exist, grow there is no heart that is not a fertile ground for love. love doesn't begin or end ... it is at the moment we feel it.

I'm disappointed, much too disappointed. .. how was I so wrong? It is not so much the action, but the intent ... It is true that a person's nature is always a mystery ... But of course, loneliness is not an accident; our heart aches and yearns; our spirits are always willing to elevate ... but actions speak louder than words ... our desires, hopes, words and actions have to act in unison I Have Longed to Move Away I have longed to move away From the hissing of the spent lie And the old terrors' continual cry Growing more terrible as the day Goes over the hill into the deep sea; I have longed to move away From the repetition of salutes, For there are ghosts in the air And ghostly echoes on paper, And the thunder of calls and notes. I have longed to move away but am afraid; Some life, yet unspent, might explode Out of the old lie burning on the ground, And, crackling into the air, leave me half-blind. Neither by night's ancient fear, The parting...

That it happens with one person, well, accidental That it happens with two, well, coincidental That it happens with three, well, there's a pattern That it happens with a fourth, well, it's our creation! When it happens with yet a fifth person, we are, out of need or callousness, emotionally drawing people in and creating false attraction to keep people attached. When a situation keeps repeating in our life Others and ourselves keep getting hurt Consciously or not, we're creating the situation We're drawing people into our orbit Use their energy, lead them on emotionally Then spit them out ... Surprisingly, many people who repeat this pattern are hurt and surprised when people distance and or withdraw in hurt and anger.

Really, what is love? A desire? A longing? A feeling? The heart of joy? Frenzied lusts? Sublimated lusts? Magnified lusts? Is it just a chemical simple reaction? If the latter, can you take a pill To turn it on? Or turn it off? What is love? A connection? An energy? Voices in my head? Sensations in the body? What is love, really? A fantasy? A dream? An illusion? A union of spirits? - yes, that's it!

"He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stone-cutter more obstinate, no manager more lucid or dangerous, than a poet." — Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez It isn't that you write because you want to say something clever or smart or didactic ... you write because if you don't you feel like something is ready to explode inside you, something is burning inside you and if it doesn't come out it will die, it will slowly rot and will slowly drain your spirit

The mind decides and we move The spirit knows, the inner voice that gently speaks The body reacts- gauges the decision by its "gut reaction" But we have ego--and other voices that weigh in--and attachments And we decide whether to heed the voice Or postpone it, ignore it, quiet it ... All choices we make consciously And regardless of the choice, the body reacts It speaks, softly at first, But its voice becomes louder and louder And one day it screams so loud That we can't ignore it-- That is destiny's day-- The day our life changes forever ... And if still ignore it, if we still don't heed the voice Well then one must prepare for stagnation ... Or reconnect to the inner voice and resume the path

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. Khalil Gibran

How far does a dream go? How much can a dream give? How much does a dream take? How much does it disturb? And for how long?

The chelsea boys walk hand in hand The sweet sweet couples hit the pavement to the beat The couples waltz all day and nights Their hips, their hands, their slithery gait The chelsea boys walk shoulder to shoulder Passions igniting a greater hunger The simple gaze, the covert smile All too coy, their sultry wiles The chelsea boys, they set the mark They sway, they slither, and all the while They drink their love in new york style A peck, a kiss, a lasting touch The all embrace that tames the want The sexy word that sets the tone

Hi G***.  In Mystic Tarot, you meet Paris (the Prince of Troy), a young herdsman holding a golden apple. The apple signifies the winner of the beauty pageant (whom will be the fairest of them all). Zeus (the god of the sky, weather patterns, and unexpected thunder bolts) summoned Hermes (the messenger of the gods) and gave him the job of recruiting Paris to see if he was willing to be the judge of a beauty contest and select the most beautiful woman. Zeus did not want to be part of the final decision because he knew that no matter which woman was chosen, the judge was going to incur the wrath of the other two women that lost! Paris accepted the role as the judge for the beauty pageant. The beauty pageant starts with Hera (Zeus’s wife) and she is dressed in purple gown and holds a globe and offers Paris rulership if she receives the golden apple. Athena (the goddess of wisdom) is dressed in armor and holds a sword and offers Paris the skills to be the greatest warrior if she receives ...

Paradise was always over there, a day’s sail away. But it’s a funny thing, escapism. You can go far and wide and you can keep moving on and on through places and years, but you never escape your own life. I, finally, knew where my life belonged. Home. J. Maarten Troost

Facebook Facebook on the phone What's on his activity log? Facebook Facebook feed my ego Let me go sign to his account- Was I the object of his search? My friends perhaps, my coveted pic? I've asked all to block away his painful misery. Facebook Facebook on the phone How well does my vanity fit? Am I still the center of his world? Will he write me another ditty? Am I still his fair and pretty? Oh Facebook Facebook on the phone Is he still lusting after my bone? Don't want him knowing I bend over For my new 'exotic' lover. Oh Facebook Facebook burning bright In the forests of delights Can you tell me, tell me please Will the exotic one smack and piss on me? Oh Facebook Facebook what to do Can I keep the Guido too? Will the new lover agree To have a loving group of three? Oh Facebook Facebook I'm too precious I can't deal with all this pressure! I need to go get an operation ...

"... for the ancient Greeks, the word 'hypocrite' meant actor and the word 'personae' meant mask" maybe, just maybe, I have said too much but let not my words haunt me the power of the word is in the heart there are those who will hide behind gentle smiles the loving gaze, but their knife digs deep there are others still who will hide behind a mask will show a self to others that will be pleasing yet the evil that lurks in them is indisputably dark few are those who speak their mind perhaps there is pain in those words perhaps there is wisdom in them but they are words cast forth from a clear conscience and heart of the three, I choose the last for if truth be told, love dwells in truth not behind masks and time love and truth reveals.

meditate, communicate, transmigrate, elucidate sensations that electrify the brain send waves throught the body energy that charges the body and senses the spirit to spirit connection transports me to another way of experincing time I'm removed from the moment my consciousness is suspended and a new dimension is revealed, an inner gateway that moves me in space

Distance tests a horse's strength. time reveals a person's character. - Chinese Proverb i love time ... time reveals it all ... right or wrong, time does not judge, it doesn't clean things up {we do, but that is another topic!} ... the truth eventally shines brighter than the sun ... time not only reveals our weaknesses and strengths to ourselves, but to others and those of others as well ... and it's a full circle ... a perception today may become a reality tomorrow or it may crumble into ashes ... and this is so because with time comes experience ... and as we experince ourselves and grow, so we experience the world and others and we gain understanding ... and in that process the truth is revealed -- but we must always remember that we are the masters of our respective domains--of our understanding and our truths ... and it is we ourselves who need to to experience truth ... we cannot live by the truths of others as we cannot allow others to build our reality ... a...

recently chatting with someone i actualy admire, i got to thinking about how other's may see me--do they see me as a miserable, unhappy, envious person? if so, what have i done to provoke those thoughts?? ... made me wonder ... i am in search of something ... trying to bring my life to a balance that includes a satisfying job, which i have, a loving partner, which will come, and friends, which i have ... i am not wealthy, can't boast about having a fabulous and exciting life, but it's a life that i am content with for the most part ... and as for personal growth, we are all in our journey--no one is perfect -- but one thing i definitely know about myself is that, for any number of failings i may have, envy and jealouse are not among them ... i do not covet the happiness or fortune of others, after all, that is theirs based on their particular journey ... yes, I see happy couples and i wish i was one in one of those happy couples but i by no means wish any evil on those c...

Awake again Thoughts of you dance and in the shadows The night creates a fantasy That lingers on into the day Everything seems possible in the night's darkness And now, awake, I wish I could reach out and touch your heart Just like in the dream

How much love can a heart hold? How much blood to pump loving thoughts? How much love is enough love? How do we know where love begins? How much is too much? How little is not enough? How much is needed to be swept away? What's the right amount to be lovelorn? How much has to be lacking to feel forlorn? How do we capture the end of love?

Track the hours, the days, fleeting time lives ebbing in and out the meaning of it, well, who is to say. The sun shines while we count days and nights in our hearts and and minds but like all other stars, it tracks no end or start. We exist in endless continuum lights that intertwine and leave a trace, steps on roads that end only to begin again.

“Human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them. Life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.” –Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

i wonder why i write; it's a constant mystery to me. and i am not a great writer or poet or other such thing ... i just find a certain fulfillment in writing ... there is the expectation of the outcome and the release once it has been completed. many things i write and keep to myself--whether in the labyrinths of my mind, or in a private blog somewhere ... others i think about writing but never do ... and others i write and imagine that out there there is someone in some other country who casually comes across what i have written here and says something like "oh, i thought that too" or "how lovely" or even have a violent reaction to it and say to himself, "what crap" or just browse it and catch a word here or there and something sparks or quite probably just ignore them as they go about their search for something out there... ha, maybe i write out of some sense of vanity ... but really, i like words... how you can craft them into anything --much like p...

Love is, was, could have been it's like a bad conjugation of the preterite, imperfect, loved or was loving or the plus perfect, as it were, had loved and let's not even mention the perfect conditional subjunctive were that we would have loved? it's all like a bad lesson in grammar I am loving would be the progressive indicative or I would have been loving in the subjunctive It can all get very confusing ... much too barren without the verb "to fuck" maybe it's best to not have loved at all and start the lesson again.

it's easy to put words down on paper they bubble up effortlessly as if the had a life of their own the eyes too, help in this process the paper clip, the paper cup all seem like topics for a  poem "the power of things" "the things I cling to" 'the things I love" they could all be poems to yet come alive ... but the words themselves have a power ... they can soothe hurt heal and that too can be a poem as it is written: "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. " And my all time favorite, "Not that which goes into the mouth defiles a man; but that which comes out of the mouth, this defiles a man." and they always leave out the most important part: because what comes out of the mouth  shows the wickedness of the heart! One can remain silent ...  But of course, actions do speak louder than words... and sometimes silence says more

the moon as far as it is is closer than you hovering over the skies, hidden by the clouds the moon pulls me closer to its center shines on my heart brighter than these words the moon as far as it is now is closer to my mind than the letters on this page the long and winding road of the song unravels

For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. Rainer Maria Rilke

standing in time, the experiences that pass the long ago now reflected in your face the fears that you have hid so well burden your gaze the longings that you have managed to elude turned to ghosts if once I stood at the door of your heart, naked I now help you carry your loneliness-- Don't go without loving, please don't.

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Yes, frustration creeps in The thoughs I unsuccessfully have tried to stave off are here with me Mocking me in the form of dreams Why can't it all be packed away quietly And forgotten somewhere? What do it need to do to clear it all out WHAT? Yes, I miss you man and you know it wherever it is you are now With whoever it is that I'd trying to win your heart

Fantasy by Gwendolyn Bennett I sailed in my dreams to the Land of Night Where you were the dusk-eyed queen, And there in the pallor of moon-veiled light The loveliest things were seen ... A slim-necked peacock sauntered there In a garden of lavender hues, And you were strange with your purple hair As you sat in your amethyst chair With your feet in your hyacinth shoes. Oh, the moon gave a bluish light Through the trees in the land of dreams and night. I stood behind a bush of yellow-green And whistled a song to the dark-haired queen ...

+worth reposting for the new owners+ How to Manage a Helpless Cock-Addict Sub Bottom Bottoms and Addiction to Cock So I got an earful from this bottom guy about how a bottom becomes addicted to a cock, especially if he gets fucked raw, to the point that he will do anything to get it ... and he will make himself available anytime his cock-master needs him ... it was really good stuff to hear ... pointers on how to get the bottom addicted and then how to exert control over him ... especially interesting was the sense of helplessness the bottom will experience faced with this addiction ... as this guy said: "you will end up doing things you don't want to do just to get the cock, even things that are not good for you ... and the top knows this and will use it- --- sub bottoms love to feel degraded and part of that degradation is the feeling of helplessness for the cock. The bottom will beg and let the top know he has control ... " Fascinating psychology ... pathetic in ...

me voy, me voy lejos, lejos aún de dentro mí me alejo de todo pasado incierto, de todo lo inerte me alejo del las caras palidas sin verdad de emociones estancadas, de corazones atrofiados me voy, me voy lejos hacía otra realidad proyectada otra palabra encantada, otro latido de corazones me voy a buscar la verdad ... me canso de la fachada me canso de la niebla finje ser luz

somteimes it's good to just do and not think ... not that we can help thinking but routine can sometimes be a good way to keep the mind entertained ... but then, of course, as i am doing now, we get side track and the mind starts to do its thing ... {and} i get side tracked ... thinking maybe about this or that guy I met ... the body reacts ... its another way to not think ... get the cock hard thinking about this boy or the other ... Andrea the the blond Venetian who is passionate and a great kisser-all body, and touch and smell ... or Greg the cute sub Greek with the plump ass and begs to be rimmed and fucked and it's all mechanical ... or sweet femme Dan who wants to date ... or whoever else ... or just a memory ... so long since my mind wandered and my heart lusted like this that it's like a fresh new thing ... what's so special about today ... hmm, one wonders ... time and distance do their thing, don't they ... and fantasies have a way of fizzling away on ...

My taste will not have turned insensitive To honey and bread old purity could love. --my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell By Gwendolyn Brooks the sleepless night that creeps in the voice that speaks from somewhere the feeling that there is someone watching me the freedom of feelings the hour badly spent on the trite the thoughts that cascade and form streams the words that filter out everything the forgotten emotion the thought that gets recorded the reader as an accomplice the vanity of the words the vanity of the reader the purity of of love that holds the memory that fades the old pages that have been read the clear horizon after a rain the heart that beats again the eyes that see again the body that senses again the energy that shines again the bends in the road.

How can I know love & friendship? -- I can't describe or define it, but I know what it feels like ... and what it shouldn't feel like ...

"La memoria del corazón elimina los malos recuerdos y magnifica los buenos, y gracias a ese artificio, logramos sobrellevar el pasado." --El amor en los tiempos del cólera (1985) "The heart's memory erases bad memories and magnifies the good ones, and thanks to that artifice, we can endure the past." Love in the Time of Cholera, by Gabriel Gacía Márquez and yes, the past can be riddled with explosives, but that isn't what got us here, is it? ultimately, in all the debris and fallout, we managed to find love and prevail ... although those things may make us stronger, may help us mature, move forward emotionally and spiritually, it is the love we find along the way that makes it all worth while ... and those are the things the heart chooses to magnify--it is the reason we live-- to love and find happiness ... everything else is a lesson to learn and a bad memory to shed ... courage doesn't come by watching and sitting and waiting

what's the value of a word? where can a whisper lead? what can i trade for a look? what will i get with a gesture? how much can a touch get me? how far will a kiss take me? what will i get for a heart? How much for my body agaist yours? Is love on the sales rack? Is it a final sale?

So this morning I get an email from a potential FB ... Apparently he backed off because he feels bad after an encounter-- a sort of post hook-up hangover as he put it. And he is not the first one. Another guy who I regularly met for casual sex got all mental and finally fell off the radar. He was becoming emotionally involved and I was not looking for that with him. So I now have to train a new one to take his place. This one has potential and is a good little white sub ... don't know that he will like getting slapped or pissed on but we will see .... But not the point here... I do understand his those guys felt just casually hooking up for sex but not getting what they wanted: real intimacy!! And not the pretend intimacy that comes from casually hooking up or even the FWB thing where friendship and/or hanging out is added. These guys want the full package and are not settling for less ... I also want that but in the mean time prefer to have a regular FB to the random hooking ...

Question: You say every life situation is a perfect lesson. How is that so? Ram Dass: The universe is made up of experiences that are designed to burn out our reactivity, which is our attachment, our clinging, to pain, to pleasure, to fear, to all of it. And as long as there are places where we’re vulnerable, the universe will find ways to confront us with them. That’s the way the dance is designed. In truth, there are millions and millions of stimuli that we are not even noticing, that go by, in every plane of existence, all the time. The reason we don’t notice or react to them is because we have no attachment to them. They don’t stir our desire system. Our desires affect our perception. Each of us is living in our own universe, created out of our projected attachments. That’s what we mean when we say, “You create your own universe.” We are creating that universe because of our attachments, which can also be avoidances and fears. As we develop spiritually and see how it all is, mo...

so while on the commute this morning I was thinking about the word 'communication' and how one could dissect it ... 'communal intention' came to mind ... communication in all its forms is one of the main ingridients of our humanity ... it creates harmony, allows us to express how we feel, what we think, etc ... a break in it or a block can also create major problems ... I was also thinking about the people around us and how they react to us, to our body language, to our words, as well as to our lack of expression. People can be very pleasant and friendly and even flirtatious with us when we communicate our feelings positively whether with words or just using the body for expression. Sometimes, however, people react in unexpected ways, distant, even belligerent, ... and we wonder what got into them--we haven't said anything and have been careful about out body language ... and this is where our powers of perception come in ... when we are used to communicating wit...

Awake again Thoughts of you dance and n the shadows The night creates a fantasy That lingers on into the day Everything seems possible in darkness And I wish I could reach and touch your heart

what is your passion, how do you express it? who awakens your passion, makes your heart beat, makes your body tremble, whose absence keeps you up at night? what awakens your passion, what takes you away from yourself, what action has intrinsic value, what

Funny how thoughts come and go ... and sensations get formed. Every now and then I go through these periods where I am very very horny and just want to have my cock lodged up an ass or getting head ... but sometimes, like now, it's not just horny for anyone but for this one guy ... and fucking anyone doesn't do it ... and I end up jerking off having these hot fantasies about him ... and they go from romantic to hard core domination ... ultimately my cock down his throat or rammed up his very sexy plump ass ... and this is all while I have unresolved feeling that I have tried to fight off but haven't been able to ... in the past it has been so fucking easy getting over someone ... probably because the feelings were superficial ... but this guys has somehow planted himself deep in my core ... I still sense his presence, even his efforts to block me off ... I made the most absurd and stupid mistake in my life that I will regret which was to shut him out ... many attempts to sh...

The night lingers like an old friend Resolute in its silent presence, it lets its shadows sit quietly in the corners As I toil away- it's solitude, I tell myself, this feeling is But the darkness knows better It's the distance, really

1. love's lust desiring 2. the longing to touch and taste the body 3. the unexpected flashes turn the body to flames 4. the rushing blood that makes the cock ache for release 5. mind, heart sensations overtake the will 6. the wanted climax is reached

because my writing is far more faithful and fulfiling than the fleeting moment in bed with a total stranger or, worse yet, a total stranger I've known for years ...

lol ... so the connection went from loving desire and longing ... to a blocking due to who knows what ... lol -- gee, i wonder ... and I wonder why that it? but my biggest thing here is getting the connection finally severed or fulfilled ... I'm open to either at this point ... this guy has an ass that begs to be fucked ... but of course, the heart may want what it wants, but the ass is getting what it needs-- lol as is the dick ... and in the end the ass and the cock wins ... but well, it was my fault really for not being the replacement for the other cock when i had the chance to ... but who knows ... my mate is yet to come and my cock may yet get buried in that ass ... but seriously, i want to find love and not be "the man I chose in lieu of ... because that one didn't satisfy my emotional needs" ... but really, do bottoms have emotional needs ... I am begining to wonder ... slap them up, piss on them, rape their hole and they are as happy as a clam ... lol ... wel...

the summer is coming there will be the usual the trips to the beach the occassional trip here or there the romatic getaways for some the weekends in fire island, the hamptons, p-town for others still the promise of love reborn it's like a veritable honey moon so well projected on "brokeback mountain"-- or is it bareback mountain-- i forget nowadays what it is. then the cold winter days come and new york no longer holds the promise it becomes a cold, lonely city of indifference. the summer is gone, and so is the romance gone are the naked boys at the beach who filled the loneliness of lonely days gone by with the lusting companion of the season and the lonely heart looks in and out at the youthful boys and the aging self. but the beach, always new, is now closed the hot sunny days now gone the promise of love closed too for the winter season the tired evenings, the must-have naps the waiting, waiting around to be needed again, the frustration o...

connect, disconnect, connect, disconnet reconnect, disconnect, disconnect, reconnect connect, disconnect cut the damn cable alreay or just leave it plugged in ...

a day's day wondering about the day everything in my head so neatly laid out taking my hands out of my pockets to go for a walk sometimes I feel like just walking forever and today is one of those days-- there is so much one can do sometimes before that feeling to give up creeps in so i go for a walk and talk to myself and ask myself the many whys for which there's still no answer like muddled waters that still taint my days the many feelings that keep mocking me like a jack-in-the-box Chucky clown. a walk is always good--and a coffee.

What'll you do when you get lonely And nobody's waiting by your side? You've been running and hiding much too long. You know it's just your foolish pride. [Chorus:] Layla, you've got me on my knees. Layla, I'm begging, darling please. Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind. I tried to give you consolation When your old man had let you down. Like a fool, I fell in love with you, Turned my whole world upside down. [Chorus] Let's make the best of the situation Before I finally go insane. Please don't say we'll never find a way And tell me all my love's in vain. --ERIC CLAPTON recently met someone who i was very attracted to, a very handsome young guy who, like so many guys i meet, asked why i was stil single ... of course, i bounced the question right back to avoid giving an answer ... but the question always gets me thinking and every time the answer is slightly different ... today the real answer is that i was fo...

sometimes i think that i'm thinking your thoughts sometimes i feel that i'm feeling your feelings sometimes i dream that i dream within your dreams sometimes my breath gets caught by your burning breath sometimes your presence occupies my spaces and you're more than me within myself sometimes i burn with the fires of burning desires and I lose myself in the stretch of your body and it is sometimes you who take me to explore your body sometimes the brightness of your light envelops me sometimes words from your innermost self call out to me sometimes it is my strength that overwhelms you

sometimes I think that the ocean is like love it's an ever growing, ever moving, ever changing body the seemingly broken, glassy surface with all the reflections of the sun moon and skies is one smooth skin that sways and swoons endlessly beneath this surface lie the deepest valleys and the tallest mountains man can fathom a living mass filled with wondrous creatures, many, many still unknown. We all talk about the depth of the ocean it is also possible to talk about its height its breadth, its volume, its colors the taste of it, its morning scent the many drops that make the ocean are too the ocean unnoticed, they exist for the larger purpose-- The waves will wash ashore and entice us and in we walk--you, me and all the others and just like that we're a child again and we play and swim and chase each other and run and throw ourselves on the sand-- there are no true strangers here. We find our friends, companions with nothing behind which to hide our sk...

King of Cups ~ Emotional Intelligence Hi G***. Your card today is the King of Cups. Kings, like other court cards, can represent an actual person or highlight this energy in your life-king-of-cups If this King represents someone you know, he is likely to be a man over the age of 35 with fair or grey-hair, a clear complexion and pale-blue, liquid eyes. He may be a Cancer, Scorpio or Pisces. Being highly intelligent and a man of considerable achievement, you will probably find him in working in law, education, medicine, religion, diplomacy, or caring profession. This King is kind, honourable, trusted and respected. People often seek him out for his sage advice. He is wise and has a deep understanding of the world. He is ideally suited to positions of power where the needs of others are his primary concern. You would love to have him as your doctor, lawyer or therapist because he genuinely cares. He also makes a wonderful husband or father. This is the best card to receive in a ...