a thousand kisses
in just one breath
so that's how "planting one on the lips" got it's beginning
once entered
a season passes
without a hint or a thought of departure
or perhaps our lips became "glued to one another"
impossible to part
"stuck on one another"
or maybe "lockjaw" set in
whatever it's called....
it sure feels good
I think that we should do this, a lot!
huh, you have a tongue, too?
as I don't wear jewelry, not even a watch, nothing, nada; the eyed prospect of the adornation of a simple, cheap, thin, golden band, worn about a certain finger of my left hand, elates my spirit, strengthens my soul, allows me to bow down, weep my too long hidden tears, in grateful recognition of the ultimate joy that will follow me until, I too, become as dust. I am so happy. and you know what? with not one shread of guilt am I plagued. only a faint hum fills my eardrums. the resound of contentment, peace, warm comfort. I am now floating above any questions of trust, belief, proof. they don't apply. I travel on that boulevard of promised dreams. it has become a smooth journey now. I shan't deter from my ultimate destination. And, I won't be alone.
Some time back, I made my first in person visit (my first in person visit ever to someone from an online site) to meet a woman who I had been writing to online at this site. On arriving, I was greeted warmly by a coterie of adults, children and pets. I was quickly made to feel at home. Soon after, a catharsis occured. I was.....at home! It was fantastic. It was fantasy. It was real. It was like a dream come true. I basked in the warm glow of pure, unadulterated love. This woman....this woman, instantly transformed me from a stranger at the door, into her best friend. It felt wonderful. Unbelievable. All her sons and daughters and grandchildren and their families were only terrific to me. I fell in love with her at once. It was easy. Out in this world, there are really, really good people. I stumbled onto their doorstep and they gathered me in. I'll never leave. I will always love them. As to my lady, my love.... we are one now. Joy. Only joy. (I can hear the angels sing!)
we exploded in a kiss
ne'er fore imagined a thrill as this
sweet juices ran over
our swollen hot skin
we writhed round an embrace
she pressed me again
seemed almost as magic
brute strength soon unleashed
but beauty fast held me
no escape for the beast
pressure fast mounting
sounds cry from our throat
mere flesh now our world
past memory remote
strange fire erupting
cast our senses afright
frantic passion consumed
once sad hearts
now, delight!
She washed me yesterday. All the grime accumulated throughout my life was simply removed. Now my eyes see with focus discovery of simplicity. All weight shrugged. Only understanding. Now as I feed, the hunger only grows. So I am fed more. Now, I can only smile, and feed. Amen.
nine years past you left me
lone miracle of mine
cruel fate took my life away
when you were but age nine
too far west you traveled
swept up by your mother
she burnt her bridges here
ran off to wed another
my crest suddenly fallen
I became a broken man
knocked over with a feather
through my memories I ran
our last time together
all our tears did flow
our hearts had sunk in abyss
you didn't want to go
you cried for your daddy
as your daddy cried for you
we tried to cling together
as we feared our lives were through
without you my life tumbled
for all my strength was gone
without my darling baby
no reason to go on
through years the pain has lingered
never once was there relief
I found I must embrace it
for our lives to have belief
and now you are a woman
eighteen, brave and strong
coming back to live with me
again we'll share our song
so fathers, hold your children
every chance you get
for life is surely fleeting
may you have one less regret
a very close friend taught me how to fight
no matter the odds, ne'er concede your right
for should you bow down and not show your face
you enable a bully to show you your place
my friend from far away land was a girl
for a great while our hearts were dancing awhirl
but soon the dam burst, we drifted apart
each other to carry a piece of our heart
and now at a distance, I glance from afar
forever to carry our love in a jar
one day if I'm lucky, might hear me to shout
was opened, the lid, our love has won out
free from the self imposed shackles we wore
away from the prison, had unlocked the door
we'll fly once again, as free as a bird
to each other's arms, with nary a word
Jackson Browne
the things that I remember
seem so distant and so small
though it hasn't really been that long a time
what I was seeing wasn't what was happening at all
though for a while our paths did seem to climb
when you see through love's illusions
there lies the danger
and your perfect lover looks like a perfect fool
so you go running off in search of a perfect stranger
while the loneliness seems to spring from your life
like a fountain from a pool
fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
you've known that hollow sound
of your own steps in flight
you've had to hide sometimes but now you're all right
and it's good to see your smiling face tonight
should one express their feelings?
shall I lay my heart out bare?
to one I'm not permitted to cherish
is it wrong to say I care?
I wish to only share my leaning
yet my emotion's danger fraught
how may I speak the words of meaning?
a constant struggle with my thought
perhaps remain forever silent
wise course, could be a normal man
accept that some things were never meant
to be spoken save for they can
but turn my back on all that feeds me?
on passions path, I vowed to follow
I'm at a place, I should never be
where all my past musings ring hollow
for quite a while now it's been clear
how I feel, what must be said
prudence ever alerts the fear
for 'tis another she has wed
oh, there's more here for to know
of the one that leaves me wild
she projects that robust glow
of woman carrying her child
her first, the birth is due in may
she said, it is to be a boy
perhaps there's nothing more to say
her eyes, her heart, her love, her joy
should I be the fool and tell her?
my need, to hold her in my arms
and me, be held alone in her eyes
forever one within her charms
but no, I can not, so I shall not
disturb the life of one so dear
I must show real love for another
and merely wipe away my tears
far to the east, cross an ocean of blue
exists there a land, of which I am learning
on pale wings, a bird, upon there we flew
espied of the ground, my heart filled with yearning
settled in the sixth century of lore
and then in the tenth, soon fell under Hungary
til the end of the war said to end all the war
then absorbed by the czech republic to be
was here, a grand place, enchantment for me
shores of the danube, sweet sonnets are sung
on new years day, nineteen ninety three
independant republic, Slovakia, begun
ending our flight, soon rode a swift beetewk
through the talgan forest eluding the cheka
for the pogrom was spreading to every known aul
we sought not to allow perestroika to catch us
was not for the nebbish to follow our lead
through hills of carpathia we made our escape
was useless of others to pursue our great steed
by nightfall we arrived at the villages' cape
seven coins of koruna was all it would take
for koushes of kasha, kielbasa and lokshen
fine sevruga and knishes of babka and cake
our bellies had filled, we laid down in a glen
we awakened next morn to tunes of a balalaika
and yelps of barukhzies were heard all around
many fair maidens were performing the trepak
as the men stood round clapping and stomping the ground
we met an old feldsher who owned a tchotchke
so we ventured inside to spy of it's wares
he asked us just how we avoided the purga
of soldiers and government agents with snares
we told him we rode a sweet bird of the seeker
and here we'll remain for the rest of our days
my woman of green eyes fast became a teacher
and soon bore a daughter, ourselves born to raise
(slovakia has a 99.6% literacy rate)
For six and one-half months, from September 26, 1919, to April 13, 1920, a woman was virtually President of the United States. During that time span, Edith Bolling Wilson fulfilled the dream of Susan B. Anthony. She was, so to speak, not only acting President, but secretary to the President, and Secretary of State. Between September 26 and October 4, when Woodrow Wilson was paralyzed by a blood clot on the brain, Mrs. Wilson assumed the reins, and she remained in command from that day until April 13, 1920, when Wilson resumed meetings with his cabinet. But she remained his coregent until the end, March 4, 1921. No act of Woodrow Wilson from September 26, 1919, until the end of his life was undertaken without the knowledge and consent of Edith Bolling Wilson. While Wilson was on his back she exercised the functions of the President alone. When he was able to participate, she shared with him the government of the United States. No senator, no member of the cabinet, not the President's own secretary, could gain a glimpse of Wilson without her permission. Her whim decided whether a king or an ambassador was to be received, whether a bill awaiting the President's signature would become law or not. Four bills had become laws without the President's signature and in default of any action by him. Although Mrs. Wilson acted only in the name of the President, some communications from the White House bore her signature. With shaky hand Wilson signed the few letters and documents placed before him by his wife. Everything likely to disturb his peace of mind was withheld. Mrs. Wilson (remarked the astute David Lawrence), stood between her husband and the government, indeed between him and the outside world. Even the private secretary, Mr. Tumulty, refrained from entering the bedchamber except when sent for. He placed his memoranda on vital questions before Mrs. Wilson, leaving it to her to discover the proper moment to ask the President for his opinion or decision. She was, so to speak, the reigning monarch.
Greta Garbo was once head over heels in love with Jack Gilbert. When Greta began working with the great Gilbert, most glamorous and dynamic of masculine stars, she was still a wide-eyed little onlooker beside the Hollywood scene. But she could talk a little English with her tongue and a whole dictionaryful of universal language with her eyes. With the latter she devoured Gilbert from the beginning. And Jack, who was not hard to get, responded with the hottest love-making in cinema history. The studio gang used to gather around whenever a love scene was in prospect, and got vicarious thrills that they never forgot. Greta would move her lips in silent ecstasy. Her greenish-blue eyes would narrow into heavily lidded slits. Her lips would part hungrily. Her long pale hands would tremble as they found each other behind Jack's neck. Down she would go almost to a reclining position as his strong arms swept around her shoulders and their lips met in a kiss. There were never any retakes on Garbo-Gilbert love scenes--they got them right the first time!
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