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in life you are, you show originality of thought, originality of spirit, initiative, creativity ... all should be born within, from love of self to love of others ... self realization is achieved by letting our talents flourish, by expressing genuine feelings and sentiment, by working to understand our truth we must never aim to copy someone else, behave like someone else, pretend to be someone else, regardless of how admirable that person, real or imagined, may be--it is not you!! you will not grow, you will not attain self knowledge, if all you do is what someone else would do, or worse yet, what you think someone else wants you to do ... if you follow that pattern of behavior, you will never achieve self knowledge, nor will you ever find true love ... if you are a "pretend person" or a "usurper," you have now placed a wall between you and the world -- happiness will never reach you and you will never be able to make someone else truly happy ... you cannot p...

I want to nurture your heart, give it light when light is what it needs, passion when it burns tenderness when it needs relief I want to caress your heart, give it love find in it the child you once were and hold it in my arms and guard its sleep I want your heart beating close to mine the two to dance to one beat and when one is in need the other to give I want to see your heart filled with Joy mine bare with delight, both to join behind one force, one spirit

people who are alike tend to form societies ... and once part of this society, the individual is forced to conform to its rules, its morality, its codes of ethics and behavior ... the society becomes master--it dictates what is normal and acceptable ... the individual loses his individuality, his dreams, wants and desires are secondary ... he must conform to be seen, he must conform to matter ... the society decides his happiness and he plays along, often unhappy, disillusioned, dissatisfied.

one was the one in time one took more time than others one was a fleeting moment one was a dream against all others in time and space we search courage will stand against convenience the will to grow against all comforts the gem that hides requires strength forge ahead & gaze not behind you, it was writ what lies before you has all answers the intents of the heart are cast forth sometimes nothing is the best thing to do

that time to time does serve describe inscribe transcribe the letter rules the temple in its essence, thought is not man made the rules imposed are meaningless all is a stream that floods the consciousness there are no channels to follow nor dams to overflow take a look and see the reflection the brain-mind duality reacts then thought is triggered the dressing of the experience, its coloring

count to ten again, start the thoughts begin at the end, count from 10 how time, turning and turning begin at the end that starts again a silly game of words with words one says the more and one the less the walls grow higher, thicker, stronger the heart is just another brick. what we have learned blooms and grows: blossoms of loneliness turning to wants we turn our eyes from the void of emotions: desires burning in the apathy of distance (snakes lay their eggs in a bed of thorns yet turtles return to their place of origin) And I ask myself often, where is it that I started, when did the heart burn bright? which is the point to return to? which is the goal? Yet another game of words.

The Hermit card shows a man in crisis. The unresolved mysteries of life have isolated him and are beginning to eat away at him, driving him in search of answers. This alerts him that he has behaved without proper forethought, and he must now connect with his higher-self to learn what he has overlooked. He feels that isolation will help him arrive at the answers, and so he paces restlessly from dusk till dawn, thinking and examining, seeking what he has overlooked. This is not a time for socializing or taking action or making any decisions, but rather for peace and solitude in order to think and find clarity. The Hermit is always on the move, but on the move in his protected space so he can think. His restless mind propels him constantly to work and search, and his desire to “be alone” makes him impatient with people who disrupt his peace. The Hermit hides for days, weeks and months and then emerges to solve his crisis, his time of solitude allowing all of the pieces to fall into pl...

Gratifying words Thankfulness redefined Time and place And where it was the roads converged The beginning's continuous flows The dreams that never end The night's perpetual whispers The thoughts that interconnect Parallel desires burning

It is difficult to free fools from the chains they revere. Voltaire

Hi G***. The Page of Cups is your card for today! This card represents youthfulness, intuition, love, creativity, and following your heart. The Page of Cups shows up to remind you to see the joy in it all. This card speaks of romance and new beginnings. The page of cups regards emotions and how you choose to use them in your life. This card also speaks of new relationships, and moving into a new understanding in the way you interact with others, especially someone close to you. When the page of cups shows up on your path be prepared to be filled with inspiration and fire! Your dreams are moving into your reality! The page of cups calls forth playfulness, a sense of wonder, reminding you to find joy in everything you do. You can do this by remaining present, by taking in all life has to offer in this moment. Let go of the past and do your best not to worry about the future. When you align yourself in this moment, when you are who you truly are, in this moment, then every...

i can only offer you a stanza not much more ... my letters are the guardians of all my possessions, all my treasures in black and white ... they are all i have, my faithful companions; within them are hidden my mornings dews and my twilights, the wind of the sea and the sounds of the ocean, the essence of the river of my childhood, countless sundowns, more memorable those when you were there, the song that helps me forget, the poem that helps me remember; just one stanza is within my reach today, it is all i can afford today; but neatly packed within it is my first memory of you, your first unsure gaze, and how my eyes held you, the first sound of your voice, my first image of you outside of my imagination; yet it can only be this one stanza and not more-- all my riches are within it; you only have but to look once; there are no shortages nor any excesses-- all that is needed is here; trapped within the spaces, within one or two of the words, you will even find m...

quisiera alimentar tu corazón, darle brillo cuando es luz lo que pide, pasión cuando arde, dulzura cuando necesite alivio quisiera acariciar tu corazón, darle cariño encontrar en él al niño inocente y resguardarlo en mis brazos hasta que duerma quisiera sentir tu corazón pegado al mío los dos perderse en un solo ritmo que cuando el uno pida el otro ofrezca quisiera ver tu corazón rendido en júbilo el mío desnudo en regocijo ambos entrelazados unirse en brío

sólo te puedo regalar esta estrofa no puedo darte más ... en mis letras está todo lo que tengo, todos mis tesoros en blanco y negro ... sólo las tengo a ellas, mis fieles compañeras; en ellas guardo crepúsculos y auroras, la brisa del mar y su sonido, el olor del río de mis recuerdos, incontables atardeceres, aún los más memorables cuando estuviste, la canción que me hace olvidarlo todo y el poema con el que todo lo recuerdo; sólo una estrofa está a mi alcance hoy es el único lujo que puedo permitirme; en ella está mi primer recuerdo tuyo tu primera mirada y como te vieron mis ojos, el primer sonido de tu voz, tu primer semblante; más sólo puede ser esta única y nada más-- Mi única riqueza aquí se encuentra; no tienes sino que entenderla una sola vez, en ella no hay mucho, ni excesos ni deficiencias, pero está todo lo necesario. Aún atrapado entre los espacios, en una o dos de las palabras, se encuentra atado mi corazón, exento.

tell me, where does the road end? where do the lines cross? where does it become clear, distinct which was the point of departure, the expected point of arrival? tell me, who has been plotting the coordinates? who is tracking progress, who owns the itinerary? who decides where to make a turn, whether to take the shortest or the longest route? who's measuring the distance, watching the clock? tell me who is waiting at the end, who saw us off?

Another Sunday, another day's day sifts away the shadows tenderly hugging the night with cloud upon cloud up above I have no moon, no stars to gaze at no one to tell my joys and sorrows to the clock closes fast, the hours heed the call and one by one make their appearance in deference to some force yet to make its way the tictactoc of the clock echoes the rumbling of my own music, the song that drips away behind these letters the clickitycloc of the QUERTY directive I can remember that I want to forget as the day dissolves into an endless duplication I fail in my task and as the day ends, my toil starts somewhere in Olympus, Sisyphus understands; an ever rising Venus casts her spell and a compassionate Cupid seeks solace in the arms of Physche The Fates await with open arms and far, far away, in a distant dream Lord Shiva learns the dance of Parapati-- the music calls me ..

in silence words are cast forth created like stars in the void of the universe the sensations, yearnings, wants, desires of our spirit are projected against our consciousness

I never measure coffee, as perhaps I should "two tablespoons per 8 ounces of water" never yields the right taste I've learned to measure by sight and sense just as my grandmother used to do when salting foods "pour the salt on your hand and let the hand decide how much it needs" I let my hand decide how much coffee I need for my day Last night was a long night of sleep and dreams of people long ago and of far away places, of light, darkness, spirits and the like. This morning the coffee is strong.

lack of courage is not cowardice or even fear, although it can be lack of courage is often the perceived notion that all is lost so then, in fact, lack of courage can be a sense of defeat

to my readers, whoever you might be, thank you. thank you for entertaining my moments of madness and lucidity. thank you for allowing me, if even for a millisecond, to be the vehicle that brings forth light. thank you for allowing my darkness; in darkness one sees the nature of light with clarity.

it doesn't really matter, really-- the state of change and inertia matter less the movement of stars is insignificant the sun stays still forever and a day, as does the earth in its rotations. Movement is nothing more than the interruption of the eternal moment, the stillness that bears our spirits and enslaves the body.

I want to go nude, naked, bare nothing to hide behind the threads my body exposed to the wind my senses turned on by the breeze I want to go bare in the cold, the rain bare to the world in contact with the elements of life my body reveling in the warmth of the sun I want the bare release time and again

i dreamed of your hands, fingers your voice telling me what I wanted to hear your body giving in to my advances you seemed more sure of yourself than I knew you to be your heart was still the same, however

the night begins not unlike an afterthought. the many threads that unravel form a tunnel of thoughts. a symphonic cacophony of desires weaves itself into my flesh. the spirit calls out for its mate amidst the debris of intransigence. the echoes of the heart refuse to cease their song. a brighter light carries me through dimensions of dreams. every fabricated ending strengthens the inevitable.

Hi G*&. The Minor Arcana represents your choices and actions throughout the realization of your destiny… The Pentacles are the big achievers who are responsible, dedicated, stubborn, perfectionists, practical, controlling, slow moving, private, good listeners, work alcoholics, and very ambitious. They want to climb in status with their careers and within society… The Birth Of Poseidon In Mythic Tarot and Greek Mythology, you meet Poseidon (the god of the sea, earthquakes and horses). Poseidon had three sisters (Demeter, Hestia, and Hera) and two brothers (Zeus and Hades). Poseidon was the son of Cronus, and his mother was Rhea. Later, Poseidon married Amphitrite (the goddess of the sea), but also had many lovers. In legend, Cronus, Poseidon’s father feared that his children would overthrow him, so he swallowed his children right after they were born to protect himself. However, Cronus was not able to swallow Zeus, and when Zeus got older, he caught up with his father and m...

If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading. Lao Tzu

It is estimated that over 40% of us will feel the aching pangs of loneliness at some point in our lives. Yet despite how common loneliness is, few people are fully aware of the dramatic ways in which it impacts us. Here are 10 surprising facts about loneliness that will change how you view this all-too-common but devastating psychological condition: Loneliness does not depend on how many friends or relationships you have. Loneliness depends entirely on the subjective quality of your relationships—on whether you feel emotionally and/or socially disconnected from those around you. That is why... More than 60% of lonely people are married. When married couples no longer share their deepest feelings, thoughts, and experiences with one another it can leave them feeling disconnected and alone. (See What to Do When You’re Married and Lonely.) People in such relationships truly believe their spouse cannot offer them the deep connection they would like. While their fears might be cor...

excerpt from sub bottoms: a reminiscence I like how these (submissive type) guys turn on my "predatory" instinct ... it's funny how when I'm around guys like these I want to do 3 things: bite them, strike them and penetrate them ... it's at an instinctual level... I feel my demeanor changing, my mood-I feel anger and violence come up, the way I stand even--I want to appear bigger, stronger, intimidating--I want to make them feel afraid ... It's happened with total strangers at the gym, the subway--nothing happens there, but I feel the dynamic happen ... how they react too, their body language, they flush, become quiet, sheepish, almost as if they were sensing danger--but they are drawn to it at the same time -- it excites them ... and it's totally hot--gets my cock rock hard all the time ... it's pure passion with the right guy My Ideal ... my ideal would be a combination ... a cool sub who likes sex games and submit ... play out different scenar...

"So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you." - Paulo Coelho

simple words, the words that the heart speaks beyond the truth, the falsehood, good evil beauty little syntax necessary, punctuation none the idioms of the heart defy all reason the logic of the logician, the verbosity of poets are mere refuse. it is in fact a night within the light not a color to be labeled nor a hue- it is in the night that the heart sounds loudest draws on the canvas, summons all force the night that sleeps and dreams desires melting, fires burning words are soap bubbles chasing the wind. It isn't the light that burns brightest.

My ideal would be a combination (read Nov 9 posting: the sub bottoms: a reminiscence) ... a cool sub who likes sex games and submit ... play out different scenarios ... and who can deal with my general dominant personality but is not looking for an asshole and can be romantic and not see it as a weakness--someone I can treat like my prince and fuck like my whore ... and who is not looking for a "straight-like" dominant male/weak female dynamic ok ... I'm waiting

I - The Beginning my first experience was a long time ago ... I knew nothing of tops and bottoms or subs or the like ... this boy and I became friends-- a special friendship of sorts ... at a young age somewhere around the 10 to 13 range ... we used to play all the time together at his house ... he was my first sub ... he would in essence serve me and be subservient and if he got me upset, I would often smack him--sometimes smack him until I got him to cry--and that made me feel good --- his tears and his submission to my punishment--he would just stand in front of me, I was taller and maybe a year or 2 older, as I smacked him, tears rolling down his face. With him I practiced a lot of what would be sexualized later--I would push him around, sit on his chest and squeeze his throat, push my fingers down his throat and step on his face. I remember i liked to pin him against the wall, look at him in the eyes and then bite his neck--he would drop whatever toy he was holding--this was the...

“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.” ― Leo Tolstoy

The night's call is alluring Intrinsically mysterious Darkness shades and shadows All hide and reveal their secrets Like a game of twisting ropes Light and darkness separate And together all at once.

Sometimes you set nights afire And thoughts of you overtake my senses Desire's more than I can Beyond this time all fires burning My lips, my tongue want your desires Desires command my will to want you Far more than desire is driving me now My will, my thoughts, my every sense My touch, my sight, my taste all burning

desire beyond conscious desires the energy of the body's lust the force that conjures desired pleasures from unknown depth, hidden wants as in a trance by body reacts my pleasure heightened by the thought of my hand striking your white cheeks my hand gently stroking tightens its grip at the pleasure to be had squeezing your balls or the grip of my fingers on your nipples the edging sensation emerging from the longed for desire to force my cock into you and deep deep down your throat to hold you under me your pain and pleasure at my control

"Isn't it Ironic, that we ignore the ones who adore us, adore the ones that ignore us, love the ones who hurt us, and hurt the ones that love us."

i've known the void--far, deep, wide i've looked at the void long enough to lose myself in it i've loved the void, the endless long wide deep echo i've crossed the void, weightless in my own orbit i've emerged from the void cleaner, lighter the light of the void is in its darkness.

How does one love with one foot in the hole and the other one ready to jump out ... ? Does that really work? for love to flourish it has to be with both feet firm on the ground.

There was a time not so long ago When tender caring was just enough To nurture a fellow man, to gaze at him With loving eyes was just enough The heart content sublimating the longing force There was a time when just closeness was enough The presence of mind, the companionship Fulfilled the body's wants The sheer force of desire matched its will In random faces And that too was enough. There was a time--yet When yearnings broke like a summer storm The embers burning fierce turned to unbridled fires The holy trinity of heart mind body, Twisting like wild serpents, shed their chrysalis-- The heart yearned for heart, the body ached for body There is a time--the forking road The gift of words, the courage to paint a new picture The drive to be reborn To love enough to build with the force of love and desire-- To leave the worm's memory behind.

one word more, one word less - a memory the lines of words and letters that run away the streams of images projected against a thought the words we choose to render word on top of word letters falling, melting words the words in dreams--translucent thoughts the letters shaped by desires--the wanting words the wanted in dots, periods instances robbed of meaning.

Hi G**. The Magician calls on you today... Today is a magical day! The Magician is a card of self-realization, power, and thoughts manifest into reality. The Magician represents your inner power, the magic within you, reminding you --> you are the creator of your life. When the Magician calls, you are in the process of this creation, you remember who you are, and what you can do. You can do anything you want, your intention is all it takes, and today you know this, today you are living in the moment and it is delicious! The Magician speaks to you today reminding you that you are a part of it all. You are an infinite being, experiencing life in this human form. You are remembering that you have this power, and life is falling into a sweet place, in fact it is the sweetest place you know right now. There is no fear, no doubt, in this moment you feel the love of the entire universe and you know you are on path. The path you are on is magical; you feel the synchronicity in every s...

i want to bare myself in your eyes sea, sky, light all at once i want to know myself in your eyes reflection of me beyond my body i want to feel myself in your eyes in that void beyond the senses i want to see myself with your eyes, with the sound of your lips resounding pleasures that break a silence i want to taste my desire with your mouth feel my essence lost in the landscape of your body i want to come to know you as that other one the one in whose pleasures my desire awakens.

quiero verme en tus ojos de mar, de cielo, de luz quiero verme en tus ojos reflejo más allá de mi cuerpo quiero verme en tus ojos en ese espacio más allá de mis sentidos quiero verme en tus ojos, oirme en tus labios placeres sonoros que ropen el silencio quiero conocer mi placer en tu boca sentir que me pierdo en el terreno de tu cuerpo quiero conocerte como el otro aquel cuyo placer despierta mis deseos

The force that drives the water through the rocks Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams Turns mine to wax. And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks. --Dylan Thomas the morning starts with energy beyond the morning's force bolts of raw energy charge my body in wakeful sleep dreams beyond the realm of dreams the force that energizes, wakes me, induces sleep dreams projecting truths I've chosen to ignore in humble quest, searching from place to place, door to door revisiting the old familiar places, searching for the one familiar face at every door the same familiar name, scent, warmth and all the senses driven by a desire beyond desire, propelled by jolts of energy once again those others electrified me there is but just one mission with one objective a purpose all to clear ... to move forward, I have to push the other forward too