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SENSITIVE REFINING
 
Ginger Running Down my Throat
Clearing Out Poisons I have Spoke
Sage Lit up Like An Angel On Call
Positive Aromas I Enhale A Toke
 
Ginseng Leaves Room To RemoveTasteless Thoughts
Angelica Pushes me Through More Doors
Aniseed Relieves Of Indegestion Ways
Valerian ROOT Changes Nerves Taught
 
When We Attune Start To Understand The Being Within
We Want Wot is Best For Our Bodies So Empty Out
Wot Feels grim ...
 
When We Begin The Sensitive Road We Walk
We Suddenly Get More of an Urge To Draw Out
Wot Feels Grim
 
We Become So Refined In Choice
Refining Every Tune We Play
Sensitive to Every Sound
Wot We take In 4 the day
 
Sensitive We Are
Refining All Things On Our path

She smiled as she closed the front door
A smile that never quite reached her eyes
For a moment she studied the floor
So very intrigued by the various dyes
Her feet tapped a rhythm as her body moved
She turned the stereo on with the right beat
Alone she decided it was time to groove
Music had always made her complete

"Change the beat the rhythm is too slow
I have got to dance, just watch me go
Here on my dance floor is where I glow
My body is hot as it goes with the flow
Every twist, turn or step I know
My body will even bend like a bow"


It was her time she made no apologies
No one to answer to or take care of now
No running nose due to allergies
No wondering if for this time will allow
She rock like a sixteen year old
She wined like a belly dancer
Her moves are daring and bold
Even she wonders if she is from Asia

Then she took a moment as her breath slowed
She stopped the music and really smiled
She felt her body ached, ebbed and flowed
At the mirror she stuck her tongue out like a child
She cared not if her reflection approved
In this time, at this place she was her own boss
It was her time and she just grooved
Sweat, stress and worries her only loss

Drawing slowly and deeply exalting it's life .
A giving force of exaltation. Breathe a deep sigh giving
Fullness of power and Might. As. Gentle
As a morning doves flight .
A misty stillness lingers throughout the night.
Caressed by its gentle coolness to fufill
Its course in life. A lover's Destiny to embrace life.

I am the obsessive
And I am the compulsive
I sit on your shoulder
And hurl abuse

Everything you do
Over and over I question
Til you no longer
Believe in yourself

I will shake you and break you
Until you’re a gibbering wreck
Throw in a dash of paranoia
Finally my work is done

Will you be my eyes
when they grow dim
Will you be my ears
when voices grow faint
Will you be my legs and hands
when mine are weak

Our love will never grow old
but our bodies will
So I ask once again
Will you be there?

My life has been like a yo-yo
extreme ups and downs
one minute I’ve felt on top of the world
other times I don’t want to be around
I formed this strange depression
after all the battles in my life
just trying to keep happy
each time I went under the knife
now my heads bit funny,
It goes off balance all the time
one minute I can be crying
the next I could be fine
I don’t like having what I have
but I’m not angry with this thing
for I am still happy in my sadness
because I like what life can bring
so i will stick out my problem
although many of us quit
I just don't want to look back
and say s..t was that life it
although my life’s a battle
its also been good too
I have great friends and family
and a supporting lady i love right through
i think we have to step back
appreciate the special things in this place
so I will continue down my path
with this true smile on my face

It's no fun to have a cold,
It makes you feel all sick and old,
You itch, and sneeze, and cough and weeze,
And scratch your nose, like it's got fleas,

An acheing rumbles in your head,
And all you want to do, is stay in bed,
With tissues scattered all around,
You put your cold feet on the ground,

It's time to rise and take your pills,
So that you do not get the chills,
And warm a big hot bowl soup,
It's oh so good for you, that goup,

And when you're done with all your care,
You'll take your favorite teddy bear,
And cozy up between the sheets,
And maybe have a couple treats,

You'll watch your favorite show on air,
with popcorn falling everywhere,
And when your eyes are almost closed,
Enwrapped in blankets I suppose,

The Sandman cometh' wand in hand,
He'll take you to a distant land,
Where you'll be well again in fast,
And sickness, this shall be your last.

Sunday, seem to me to be the longest day of the week, It is the old Sundays I miss. Where after church everyone hugs and gives a little kiss. A time for rest and relaxation yet so many hours free is driving me a little c.r.a.z.y. This is not how I wish things to be. I wish that Sunday will one day be my day in which I celebrate and go to church to pray.

I can remember when I was well enough to head for the church I did attend. The Sunday dinners and fun times with friends. I long for those days again. Until then, I can dream and pretend.

Spending Sunday by myself is no fun for me. I enjoy it better when I have company. I miss all the good that the day once brought. Now, I can only pray that one day I will be well again and Sundays bring what they ought.

Sunday is still a beautiful day. I will embrace it, come what may. For now, I will think positive. I know there is still a reason for me to live. Sunday is a gift for me and I will learn to take things more lightheartedly.

Hard oiled hands warmed and ready connect with naked skin, press deep into tense muscles gliding smoothly over soft skin making her moan and sigh, her body relaxing and drifting into space her mind disconnecting and she becomes a creature of feeling.



Guess who is going for a pamper day full of massage this pm?
'grins and winks'

Moment in Silence, pt1


Silence speaks clearly
in the early morning hour,
the composed fool ponders
with itchy watery eyes.
He grins when the sun hides,
keep it cloudy
hang close to dull shades of grey.
The sky,
now becomes
monochrome.

The Fall, pt2

Mock the falling fool,
laugh hard and ridicule him loudly.
Color in his pain,
black ball the name,
and
lock the door as you leave.

Post-fool Fall, pt3

See his shape go sad,
you poor fool,
wired and taped behind the divide.
A lonely tear falls aimlessly down,
the dark corner is here.