Attention Connecting Singles & Macduff5..I posted 2 blogs titled Erotica that had in the heading rated R.There was not any swear words or those considered to be swear words contained in it and adult concepts were used , hence the R rating.I have a right to freedom of speech as long as i do not abuse anyone etc (see below)..I had an abusive comment (copy & photo retained for legal purposes) from Macduff5 were he also swore at me. To attack , harrass , swear or intimidate in anyway using a communication device (called here Internet) is a Federal Offence under the Australian Federal Communications Act. And as such i am filing a formal complaint to the Federal Minister.I will not put up with jealous sockpuppets such as this Macduff5 nor would i lower myself to attack another persons art.Due to copyright i only post here material thats incomplete or will not get used in any way in the future ohh and stuff i dont like..
A Love Ritual.
Kneeling on a Persian rug facing each other. Gazing and smiling at the other with nervous glances away then back. Between us filling the small space was a plate with a little pile of Salt , a piece of fresh bread and a lit teacandle. A tiny ceramic cup contains water next to a pair of nail scissors. Leaning forward we meet till our nose’s touch. Mingled breaths make us stretch the moment. Leaning back onto my heels I ask.
“ready my love ?”
“yes....I have been for years”
Tilting my head I twitch my nose and smile. I lean over and grasp her hand. I reach down with the other and take a pinch of Salt. Turning over the hand I sprinkle it into her palm. I recite.
“with this Salt I succor”
Reaching down I pick up the bread and hold it over the lit candle. It burns. I say.
“with this Bread I offer nourishment”
I crumble the remains into her cupped palm holding the Salt. I close my hand around hers to mingle the two with the sweat of her body. Opening her hand she rubs her fingers to crumble the mixture onto the plate. I reach down again and raise the water to her lips. Smiling into her eye’s I repeat.
“with this Water I give you the essence of my life”
Placing down the empty cup I reach up and carress her face then lean back onto my haunches. Leaning in she looks down and fuss’s with the order of items on the plate. I smile to myself as I watch as this is another facet i adore about her. Her habit of ensuring her life was neat and ordered which was the complete opposite of mine. Glancing up she smiles at my devoted look. Straightening up she leans into kiss me and breaths into my mouth as she recites softly.
“with this breath I give to you my soul and heart”
Leaning down she smiles as she reaches for the scissors.Clipping a tiny nail fragment from her little finger she holds this over the candle and says.
“I offer to you my body and future children”
Dropping the burnt flakes onto the plate she reaches up and snips a strand of her golden hair. Grasping hold of my hand she twines the hair around our linked hands and repeats.
“I bind you to me with this strand”
Leaning back she whisper’s that she loves me with all of her heart. I grin and say right back at ya sweetheart. To complete this ritual we now both say in strong steady voices together.
“if this strand breaks or parts…so be it as Fate means this was not to be”
Goddess of Wakati..
A flittering comes out of the approaching ebony night.Heading towards the large worn tent nestled in a small wadi crouched between plains and dunes.A sandy whiteness laced with browns.Stark landscapes surround.An eye in the storms of time.Bobbing and weaving as though riding the slight air currents.It ducks down to perch beside a tiny flap.Pause and rest.Then wriggling into the gloomy scented interior it sat.And watched an ancient rite born in the far depths of time.....
Dark eyes made darker with mesdemet flutter to the drums and beats drifting out from behind her.Prominent hooked noble nose.Veil hidden face glittering.Her hair tangled into fell locks shifted in bunchs around high cheekboned vixen features.Exposed skin covered with traceries and markings done in henna.Hands and fingers almost black with tiny cuneiforms.She stood postured in introduction.Immobile.Before her covering the ground and laid out in a circle were wellworn disterkhan.Atop and scattered around the mats were wooden tabangs holding sweetmeats and other refreshments.A murmur sounded from the scolars arranged before her lounging on toshak cushions.A meeting of tribes from all the desert peoples.A meeting of minds and traditions.
"Nionyeshe njia tafadhali !"..."Tunataka kuona !"..."Tafadhali mzee !"..."Mama !..mama !"..
Clad in flowing black silk pants streaked with deep green that flashed glimpses of skin as a slight breeze shifted around the tent.The tiny slitted black top bunched at elbows breathed about her body in billows.Tiny belled silver slippers covered her dainty feet.A tinkling sound from the anklets and bijou's sewn into her garments emerged as she started to slowly shift and move.Raising her arms snaking and writhing her hands she started to pound out a counterbeat with her left foot.The rhythm of the world encased and preserved in dance.Arms raised above her head now she clasped her hands together and started to sway.A hipbone suddenly showed as her hips began to swirl.Her movements in time with the music as it started to speed up.Slowly turning her body the foot continued the beat till her movements rode the crest of the swelling music.Feet marking time with knees akimbo as Wakati displayed the teachings of the various gods given to man.Arms were still raised above her head as bejeweled hands started a slow clap.Engaging her stomach muscles she started a rolling effect till her entire body was making a snake like circling movement.For now was the passage of womens lore.Love rituals through to the bloodiness of birth and raising fine children.Swaying from side to side and turning she presented a helix as fingers flicked the through indices of all life.Faster and faster till bodily outlines blurred and condensed histories peaceful and restless were imprinted on the minds before her.Sponges for her ocean of knowledge.Faster...
"Mzee wakati !"..."Mzuri sana !"..."Asante sana goddess !!"...."Mama !..mama !"..
Whirling on the spot she suddenly stopped with leg outstretched.Arms held before.Her hands tilted into the correct pattern.Fingers either raised or lowered depending on lettering enscribed on skin.Stamping both feet now she switched till she was in time with the drums.Twirling her slim figure arms now lowered as they and her hands communicated more knowledge.Endings were approaching and last fragments needed telling before dawn claimed her.Through the old ones before her who would spread out and bring forth the one true knowledge.Until the next millenium and the path was overgrown and becoming unpassable.Intake of breath from watchers was exhaled as one.
"Mzee Wataki mzee !!..Alfajiri !!"
Dawn broke.........
a rough translation of the Swahili is : "please show me the way !"..."we would like to see !"..."please elder one !"..."Mother ! mother !"
Closing the front door behind me i turned to lean my forehead against the coolness.
"christ onna stick !" i mutter "what a day !"
Stretch myself upright as i wander into the kitchen for a beer. Opening the fridge allows a puff of spicy freshness to escape. Rooting around the back past the Bokchoy and other weird stuff inhabiting my fridge these days I pluck a beer from the cardboard sixpack. She’s certainly changed my life I think as I muse about the fridge. Used to be full of half eaten Chinese & pizza crusts and now its full of healthy goodness my chubby side sneers.The snick of the front door brings me out of the little world I had been drifting in. Standing I walk into the lounge in time to see Shari sigh and dump bags of grocery’s on to the sofa. Looking up she see’s me and smiles. Bright blue scarf contrasts with her dark skin. Absolutely beautiful to me.
“bet you didn’t put the water on for a cup of tea for me did you ?” raised eyebrow and smile makes me grimace.
“ahh wasn’t sure what time you were getting home” I try to stumble out of that sudden minefield.
“..humpff...well at least you got yourself a drink after a hard day…wouldn’t want my happiness to die without a beer now would I ?” damb woman gets to me so easy I think. Walking over I rub her shoulders.Softly growling I say.
“go and get in the shower and I will put away the shopping” I lean forward and kiss her softly. “and save some water for me..bloody hog” I swat her bum as she walks past to make her run and giggle. Her voice , I could go on for hours about her voice. The way it has a certain music to it , the way she says good morning for instance. Early morning tucked up in bed it’s a slow sultry mumbled turn on. During the day it’s got bells in it. I swear it does !
**leaving the videomart last week my phone started to ring. answering as I fumbled for my car keys I heard a long drawn out wail.Shari’s parents visited out of the blue. Getting home and jumping up the stairs two at a time I slam open the door. Covering the living room floor is shredded paper , photo’s and debris around a huddled Shari on her knee’s head bowed and sobbing. A wilted broken flower surrounded by fallen petals. I rush over stumbling past the chairs and fall to my knee’s.
“aahhhaahh iim…im” her voice firms then quavers ”im dead to them !...deeead !” wailing she tells me that her mother rang the other day and wanted to see her. something about divorce proceedings. but her father stormed in when she answered the door & started shouting , veins popping & purple faced. he ripped up her birth certificate in front of her and spat in her face. mother came in and dumped a box of shredded photo’s , awards etc. and watched as her daughters life was destroyed and denied. i hate them just for that little fact , that they deny her existance and rather think she is dead. BASTARDS !**
Shutting the last cupboard door I wander out of the kitchen and down the hall towards the bathroom. I need a hot shower and my back rubbed as those memories drag me down and I never want to be down in the dumps when I have my love home , my total oneness. I would do anything for her , anything as I have a residual guilt about seducing her away from her husband and family. I had to as she is my one , my soul mate and I don’t care.Walking into the steamy room I strip down and sit on the toilet seat to take my shoes off. Shari has the waterproof radio on.
ohh my love my darling..
ive hungered for your touch a long
lonely time. time goes by so slowly
and time can do so much
are you still mine ?
As I open the sliding door to the shower I glance into the mirror. To see tired eye’s staring back at me. I step into the steaminess and grin at a soapy breasted Shari grinning back at me. A hot flush centre’s over my stomach and starts to throb as it moves down. Cramp. Bloody hell my periods are starting......
dear kathleen
I got your letter the other day and at first was overjoyed at the sight of that snowy white envelope..I know this will come as a surprise and unwanted but i had to write to you after this tremendous din we just went through..the whistle blew and all i could think as i rose to take it to Johnny Turk was your smile as you bid me bye at the station..the tears glistening in your pretty eye's that implored me to take care and come back safe and sound..best it be quick and your home again my dearest heart was a final breathy refrain before you waved me goodbye..
I took a stroll down Broadway, meaning not long for to stay
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid comes a tripping along the highway She was both fair and handsome, her neck it was just like a swans And her hair it hung over her shoulder, tied up with a black velvet band
do you remember the times we sat and threw pebbles in the dam by the old Mill ? you said to me that when we grow up we will be married and explore this green land..our babe's would be bonny and make us proud and happy when we grew old..together..you whispered in my ear as you took me by the hand..the times on our backs amongst the summer fields making up stories with the passing clouds as our dreams and hopes..the droning bee's bumbling by as you wriggled closer and held my arm..ohhh davey what a lyfe we will lead..when we are grown..you whispered to me..
I took a stroll with this pretty fair maid, and a gentleman passing us by Well I knew she meant the doing of him, by the look in her roguish black eye A goldwatch she took from his pocket and placed it right in to my hand And the very first thing that I said was bad luck to the black velvet band
or the occasion ya mam took a broom and chased me cursing down the lane cos i brought you home late and it is dark as sin she said curses raining down upon me head..yet you were true and untouched as we both swore to wait till the night of our bonding..just to kiss you , my girl , was all i needed to keep warm and hold me tight as the shells rain down..sounding like that storm we got caught in..the sight of you hair bedraggled cheeks flushed from the run to shelter..under that tree were we first met..will stay with me till i die i thought at the time..yet time to live is to short and i wish you well and good health..it is a curse this war and all i wanted is to walk by your side once again..
Before the judge and the jury, next morning I had to appear
The judge he says to me: "Young man, your case it is proven clear
We'll give you seven years penal servitude, to be spent faraway from the land Far away from your friends and companions, betrayed by the black velvet band"
ahhh its getting dark here and a wind is chilling my soul as i write this final letter to you..my love..i had to come over here as it is a duty of all fine strong men to answer when our country calls..i know i promised never to leave your side but i had to and now the whistle's blown and ive met my destiny with no regrets...except you who i adored..i had to come when duty and country blew the whistle..even if it's for those bastards who hold our land in servitude and tax you till your out an the bailiff he does come..when my picture and the youthful memories fade as it should just remember a boy who loved his maiden true..
So come all you jolly young fellows a warning take by me
When you are out on the town me lads, beware of them pretty colleens For they feed you with strong drink, "Oh yeah", 'til you are unable to stand And the very next thing that you'll know is you've landed in Van Diemens Land
and as i lie here cold and lonely all i can think of is a last waltz with my love wearing a black velvet band...so good luck to you and Tommy...and kiss goodbye your mam for me..."Slainte chuig na fir, agus go mairfidh na mna go deo !"........*fade to black curtain*.......
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