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I think that sometimes love gets in the way of itself - you know, love interrupts itself. We want things so much that we sabotage them. ::Jack White

sometimes just a note will make a melody the sweet, long sound in perfect pitch is like a gift from god every movement a harmony in itself outer movements, inner movements a rainfall of notes that paints a picture a stream that comes to you, picks you up and takes you on a journey of the spirit so it is with love--the harmonious musicality of heart, mind, body and spirit the revelations that blossom from your intuition the force that takes you on a journey where the intellect has no place a logic of hearts beyond the eyes and mind the synchronicity of two hearts that beat together as one, the senses that link the minds at play the melody of the body that brings the composition to a climax

There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision. ::William James view and review ... examine all options ... by the time a decision is made, the moment has passed

Card 1:   How you feel about yourself » The World Card 2:   What you want most right now » The Sun Card 3:    Your fears » The Lovers Card 4:    What is going for you » The Emperor Card 5:    What is going against you » The Tower Card 6:   The likely outcome » Strength

Hi G***. Is there something within your relationship that you need to make a decision on? The card of the Lovers implies just what it says…love. Yet there are other areas to this card and whilst it predominantly is seen as being related to your love life it can also hold sway over any area of your life that you are needing to make a decision on. If you are hoping to meet someone new and have drawn this card then there is a good chance that a new lover is about to enter your life. However, on saying this you also need to take into account the cards surrounding it to see if this lover is suitable or not. Strong, supportive cards next to the Lovers are a good sign you are onto a winner. Weaker more negative cards are a sign that you are not. Because this card is associated with the zodiac sign of Gemini you can also look at it as a way to look inwards at your nature. Are you drawn in different directions? Is there something you have been swaying back and forth with that one minute...

Words and more words The regurgitation of thoughts Sentiments half explored Undigested ideas The manifestation of intent Broken at inception placing value on the lines Beyond the link to pen and paper Salutations fragmented In the fetid incantations Of an unexplored feeling

sometimes, more often than seldom but less that always I allow myself fantasies they spring alive as if by external forces and I let them run their course justifying their existence by the simple logic that they do no harm but in many cases my logical matrices are activated and promptly bring said fantasies to an end they are most often successful when I sleep my mind at rest they take on a full life it is more that a theater of the absurd of the wishful fancies of the lovelorn many times things happen that surprise both the waking me and the dreamer me we pause and ponder on events and details and wonder how they came about sometimes it is an actions or a stream of actions sometimes a word with all that wonder and danger that accompanies words of course I prefer my sleeping fancies where I exist void of the ego and all is possible in action and intent.

"The trouble is that, if you don't risk anything you're bound to risk more -- or lose everything!"

there is a particular type of friend ... the usurper ... this is the friend that will gain your confidence and slowly become your confidant, best friend, even a lover or sex partner ... they are skillful and patient in their approach; in fact, they will appear harmless enough that you will invite them in. And, before you know it, they have taken over your social life or are an intricate part of it ... The usurper will slowly work his way into your social life; and, before you know it, the usurper will be your friend's best friend -- they will wine and dine him, take him on trips, etc while you are standing more and more on the sidelines--unless you are with the usurper ... and, again, before you know it, you and the usurper are a couple ... to your friends, you and the usurper are partners and you go nowhere without him ... the usurper, always present, will sabotage any possible new relationships his victim may want to develop--whether romantic or social--the usurper will become ...

a kiss, a fuck a tender embrace the lips, an ass the taste of morning to give, take your surrender your body against mine, your scent bodies blending

Hi G** . You may be feeling the need to to seek out the counsel of someone you know you can turn to for comfort and guidance. Or you may find yourself in the position of having to counsel others during this time. The King of Cups represents the more sensitive and gentle aspects of the masculine archetype. While the person representing this card is not necessarily a man, it does represent the more assertive energy traditionally associated with the male archetype. It can describe a person, an event or a state of mind. While this King is kind and compassionate, he can also be stern. He is not afraid of his emotions, but he doesn't let them govern him or weaken his authority. He's not easily persuaded or manipulated and he doesn't get caught up in maudlin sentimentality. The seas around him may be turbulent, but he maintains his calm as he keeps a watchful eye on the horizon. The King of Cups may be an individual in your life. If so he is she will embody the qualit...

To let go of a person or situation does not mean to ignore it it means to accept it without a need to control it. Letting go should be and act of love, not of fear.

I sing to you, my cock you bring me joys in darkest hours relief to stirring senses and bring many a fantasy to its climax oh cock of mine, you bring much pleasures too to my companions they enjoy the feel, the length and girth the sense of joy in penetration I'm lost in ecstasy when I feel you deep deep deep in a man's rectum his moans of pleasure, of pain perhaps increase tumescence in you, my cock lost in a fantasy, in a dream even a body moves and brings you to attention his scent still lingers, his voice, his cadence the way of his eyes, his full, round buttocks will make you hard, your precum flowing whether by tongue or ass, a fantasy my hands, you bring me pleasures even at times beyond my senses

Soltar una situación o una persona no es ignorarla, Sino aceptarla sin necesidad de controlarla. Soltar debe ser un acto de amor, no de miedo.

I like dreaming about you it feels like home everything changes when I do

" ... follow the flow of the universe ... it's destiny; don't fight destiny--it will kick your ass in a bad way ..."

it's a numbers game, it's hours days, months ... the dream that happened what? 3 weeks ago, two days ago? the years that pass and we celebrate the fleeting thoughts that become moments mostly a dream that we project the touch the gaze the smile the sound of a voice the way a body moves and sometimes it's a game hide and seek with others and the self the self-defeating, sabotaging stratagems the hidden tears, the beating heart the dull regret, the arrogant posturing and sometimes, just sometimes less than most times and fewer than most we just deal with the raw feeling the emotion that moves heart body and mind the language of heats and spirits beyond our understanding but it's all a game of numbers distance, too, being measured

in retrospect, it was all too easy, too clean just the bare minimum of useless words the customary posturing, the defensive stance it was more like children pretending to be grownups the core that burned quickly covered replaced by the faint vestigial thorns quickly building up the well learned walls the silent defense mechanisms promptly erected it was all too easy, too clean--the impetuousness of arrogance at work; or just the emotion the triggered all the flags to be raised the self-righteousness of loneliness at work.

if love were to be love? is that even a complete question ... seems to be missing a grammatical component the "if / then" conundrum-- one does not exist without the other Or can it? the referential reference to the answer-keepers the "then," really, is immaterial there isn't anything else to say after one makes such a statement -- all else is conjecture or justification both to be left untouched to the referendum of onlookers: the keepers of the right way to be one can't judge without redemption seems like a logical statement to make or that understanding comes with wisdom- (or is it the other way around?) seems like a sensible deduction that darkness inside isn't dark at all-- just the fear keeping the lights off.

Hi G***. Round and around you go, where you stop nobody knows… not even you! The Wheel of Fortune is about life's ups and downs. Think of it as if you are on a merry go round and don't know where to get off as you are never sure if it is the right choice or not. Something is going on in your mind but you are not ready yet to set in stone what your final decision will be. If you are waiting for something or someone to give you an answer the Wheel of Fortune shows that this answer may not be forthcoming quickly. Plans, thoughts and actions need to be thought through more thoroughly and every aspect of the decision looked at. It may be frustrating if you are the one in this position and if you are waiting for an answer just think of how frustrating it is for the person who cannot make up their mind. At least they are looking at every angle to the question and not rushing in with their thoughts quickly. Others may hold some of the answers you seek before you know your de...

your energy is an electrifying sensation felt from head to toe in my dream we walked together down the same road in my dream fear had been conquered. ---------------------------------------- La sensación de tu presencia electrifica La siento de pies a cabeza En mi sueño vamos los dos juntos Por el mismo camino En mi sueño habíamos vencido el miedo

maybe you'll hear the bells ringing the procession of hope rays of light instead of souls marching to the music of drums and trumpets it will be the celebration between silence and the moon-- the twisted couple that handles the marionettes of light there is the sun the heat that burns and brings the heart to ashes to rise up again but as i was saying you will not hear the birds singing perched along the fences the perverted moon will break the light to cast no more shadows all is as it once had been the drunken dreams that wake the night the energy that permeates body and soul with longing, yearning, lusty desires fear not, the new fear not the old fear not the decomposition the re-positioning of clowns the countless minutes of inadvertent wants the loud echo of silences fear not your gaze and countenance in the unforgiving mirrors

some recent events I have become aware of have got me thinking ... it takes a special person to be a predator!! generally, a predator looks for the weak and the wounded ... next, he/she will gain the confidence of its victim ... as we know, the weak and wounded tend to be distrustful ... the predator knows how to gain the confidence of its victim, get them to share information that they then use to pounce on them and turn them into a victim ... they offer what the victim is looking, aching for, but at the price of emotional, physical and even financial abuse ... the predator will get the victim to become totally reliant on them emotionally ... once they achieve this, the victim becomes dependent on the predator and is willing to pay the price that the predator exacts: they will put up with the emotional abuse and often find ways to justify it; they will rationalize physical abuse and often blame themselves for provoking it; and they are so emotionally attached, that they are willing t...

La sensación de tu presencia electrifica La siento de pies a cabeza En mi sueño vamos los dos juntos Por el mismo camino En mi sueño habíamos vencido el miedo

There's a quiet in my head at last the bouncing echos stopped the streams of words have dried up It's all shut out all the murmur coming from every passer-by that overwhelms my mind has stopped at last my senses off to the external chatter No longer bombarded by the happy fearful sad angry worried waves of the mob I don't have to run like a madman With eyes closed to the world Dodging the precarious existence of the others

Hearts are calling, they will not silence They send their echo in the night There is a force that moves beyond the waves The spirit hears, our feelings stir The body reacts, our consciousness awakens Our courage is put to the test

“I told you. You don't love someone because of their looks or their clothes or their car. You love them because they sing a song only your heart can understand.” ― L.J. Smith

Hi G***. This week you want to be focusing on counting your blessings and manifesting your heart's desires. The Nine of Cups is called the “Wish Card." It refers to aligning yourself with the principles of appreciation and gratitude. It's a card of gratitude and wonder; it speaks of being present in the moment and willing to receive all that the Universe has to offer. It's about attracting prosperity, felicity, abundance and fulfillment into your life. The Nine of Cups is associated with appreciating the finer things in life. With a natural fondness for luxury, comfort, sensuality. composure, self-indulgence, and tranquility. And potentially with excess, depending on how fond of those things you are - and how susceptible to their charms - at this point in your life. Overall this card speaks of getting to where you feel comfortable enough to kick your heels up and s...

My love for you calls me in the night It paints my days, dances with every thought It isn't just a passing fancy Nor capricious feelings--feelings Springing bright to erode in days Nor is it the longing lust of solitude My love for you is like the roots of an oak tree They grew deep beyond just simple habit It wasn't just the sight of everyday It wasn't just a boyish attraction These roots that hold my soul together Can barely stand your absence My love for you was more than I could fathom More than the bread and water of everyday Much more than fleeting fancy It gives meaning to my song It is the heart beat that fuels my life force.

In my solitude, the nights run Like turbulent rivers of darkness Taking along with them so many dreams The echoing sounds of currents That once drowned my heart Fill every chambers of my body The reflections of moments that never were Dance on the walls like in a play of shadows Bringing to life their failed destinies

thinking about writing verses. maybe the feelings that bring a dream-- as there have been so many-- or the memory of a moment, the uncertainty of life, all worthy topics for a verse. but nothing inspires my soul. I'm anxious to get to the blank page start with any of my known letters, only to find that I can't spin a line. the same happens when I think about a body I once desired, the same of a poem I once delighted in, or a savory meal made by my hands-- all those pleasures have deserted me; they part with the morning dew with the eves twilight with the coming and going of people at every intersection. life has become automatic. while my other self entertains himself with the beauty of a sunset or the harmonious melody of a composition, or the humor of a sentence, my hours are equally void of pleasures-- tasteless the once savory moments-- perhaps a brief flash of beauty in the mornings-- but the days seem to multiply themselves becoming a long,...

pensé escribir algún verso tal vez la emoción de una fantasía como hubo otras o el recuerdo de un instante la felicidad del momento la incertidumbre del existir todos merecidos temas para versos pero nada me inspira el alma ansío ver la hoja en blanco empezar con letras ya conocidas pero la musa me ha abandonado hoy al igual que cualquier cuerpo que una vez atrajo, igual que el poema que deleitaba en leer, igual que la cena de mi proceder, al igual que todos esos placeres la musa me ha desertado se alejan en cada mañana en cada tarde en el vaivén de las calles ya es automática la vida mientras que mi doble se entretiene en la belleza de una tarde o en la harmoniosa melodía de alguna composición, en el humor de un decir, igualmente a mí me abandona el placer-- carece de sabor el momento tal vez mañana -- y se multiplican los días convirtiéndose en una larga corriente cuyo comienzo y fin son indistinguibles.