What is Hate?

Hate is such a strong word...
Lets substitute another word...or words
Hate = there's more room for love
Hate = you've hurt me, and I must learn to forgive you
Hate = I feel frustrated because I confuse you...open your mind and allow me to explain
Hate = losing anything hurts, but if you knew that it will return...would you still use the word hate?

What are Hugs Good For?

http://www.sixwise.com/newsletters/06/07/26/how_hugs_are_proven_to_help_your_health_have_you_been_hugged_today.htm

Worlds that Meet...

To my Ravenous Raven Hair Coquine....
Forthright and Angelic, blinding in beauty...
Poetic and seductive just like a True Goddess...
Your words kiss and tease my soul...
Gently taunting my very core...
Passionate and convicting, you ooze with a torrid appetite
Grinding every bit of ounce my mind can handle
Into an oblivion...an infinite domain of pleasure and delight
I cringe in anticipation, my heart flutters with energy
I crave...I lust...I get lost within your thoughts....
Desire calls...and walls crumble...
Like a dolphin, rifling through the deep see...I find my paradise...
Free from chains...rapaciousness in fight...
I sense your intensity...and match its emotion
Like a tidal wave...it washes me into the ocean
With anger, fury...warmth and violence...yet it's so inviting...
Keep your secrets, as I have mine...
Like a volcano exploding...filled with fire, bred from an abyss of infinite heat...

My words have a place...in your mind, in your soul and in your heart...
And I shall share them...
As long as you want to read them...
This is Your Poem today...
I hope you enjoyed it.

A Gladiator from a far land...

Her Words, Her Soul...

DEAR HONEY,

Be your best friend.
Get caught with you in the rain.
Dance with you in the rain.
Stargaze on a clear night.
Watch the sunset together.
Spend all day with you doing nothing.
Moonlit walks on the beach.
Be more proud of you than I already am at this very moment.
Go on a carriage ride through the park.
Do a crossword together.
Go to brunch.
Have a disagreement (it could/will only make us stronger).
Go for a twilight horseback ride.
Watch a bad movie together.
Spend the rest of my life with you.
Have our picture taken together.
Eat ice cream with you.
Make love to you passionately.
Go to a museum together.
Talk to each other using only body language.
Give you space when you need it.
Accept you totally and completely - flaws and all (I already do).
Discuss current events in a heated debate.
Have you see the error of your ways from aforementioned heated debate and make mad, torrid love to you, in the midst of all that passion.
Carve our names into a tree/table.
Go for a walk at dusk together.
Be one with you.
Send you a singing telegram.
Spend all night thinking of 101 sweet things to do for you.
Hold you and gaze into your eyes and realize how much I love you...and tell you.
Gently run my hand across your cheek and look into your eyes.
Blindfold you and take you somewhere romantic.
Spend my life making you happy.
Spend my life making our family happy.
Feel your heartbeat.
See our unborn child/children in your eyes.
Go roller/ice skating together.
Give you a back-rub just because.
ALWAYS being honest with each other.
Go hiking/camping together.
Have our first fight, make up and feel a stronger bond because we very successfully weathered the storm - together.
Marry you.
Laugh at someone together.
Share a plate of spaghetti.
Give you a stuffed animal just because.
Go on a fun family vacation and bring back the kind of memories movies are made of.
Treat you like my Lancelot.
Go on a road trip across America.
Count thunder together during a thunderstorm.
Envelop you in my soul.
Cook your favorite meal/meals.
Know you better than you know yourself.
Go to a Renaissance Fair.
Plant a tree in our yard together.
Look over at you during an office/military/family party and have you know without me saying a word - that I love you.
Be able to say "I love you" in 89 different ways - in 89 different countries.
Hold you when you're at your saddest and comfort you when you need it the most.
Be the one you come to for that comfort and holding.
Wipe away the days' stresses and issues, with just one hug/kiss.
Grow old with you.

Love Always,

R...

What is the purpose of life?

Is it to procreate and ensure the survival of the next generation?
Sure is!
But, what if our actions today starve the creation of tomorrow?
What if moments like today...moments of immediate gratification...lead to this catastrophe of tomorrow?
A dilution in integrity, a loss of innocence....inexcusable extinction in honor, chivalry and goodness...

Where I am clearly different...
I don't have a lazy bone in my body, nor do I quit on something that I have committed myself too...
I pride myself in feeding A fury, creating care and compassion...bursting and combusting with an untouched parallel...

Life is meant to be lived
Meant to have purpose and cause
I may be a poet, but I am also spiritual and philosophical...
It's in my Greek Blood...which bleeds with passion, igniting an unquenched fury within my soul...

I would rather be in purgatory then life without passion or purpose



I too,
have a severe sting in my heart...
Heavy, piercing...somehow, my words
Not only speak to you
But find the means to resonate within my hollow void...
My faceless furnace of rejection,

I have recently given serious thought to just absolving myself emotionally from people...
Why?
Are they even worth it?

Answer,
Yes!
Why?
Because it just takes one to make all the other bullshit worth it!
Is it fair?
No!
But, life is meant to be lived...as imbalanced as it may be...
It makes us stronger if we survive it the rigors, the challenges...that everyone MUST endure

My Sparkling Goddess

...my delectable beauty...fostered in a field, overgrown by rough...I still see your radiant twinkle...bright and shiny...even through mist or fog...fire and smoke...the earth quakes, the skies shift...yet you still gleam with life, with lust, with love...glowing like a flame, within an autumn time pit...deep in the forrest...deep in disguise
No fuss, no muss...
There you are...beaming with luster
Blinding me, bedazzling me, provoking me
In ways words don't fully describe,
Feel these thoughts...and infinitely multiply them with emotion
Wounds heal, yet scars remain...
Evolution...adaption
Transformation...growth
Survival...conquest
A New Time
A New Life
New Memories
Renewed Happiness...

If I am Pregnant, what should I be prepared for?

http://www.parentsociety.com/mom/8-pregnancy-symptoms-that-nobody-warns-you-about/9/?utm_source=incite&utm_medium=teaser&utm_content=http://www.parentsociety.com/mom/8-pregnancy-symptoms-that-nobody-warns-you-about/9/

A young ventriloquist is touring the clubs and one night he's doing a show in Alabama.

With his dummy on his knee, he starts going through his usual dumb blonde jokes when a Alabama blonde woman in the 4th row stands on her chair and starts shouting:
"I've heard enough of your stupid blonde jokes. What makes you think you can stereotype women that way?
What does the colour of a person's hair have to do with her worth as a human being?
It's guys like you who keep women like me from being respected at work and in the community, because you and your kind continue to perpetuate discrimination against not only blondes, but women in general and all in the name of humour!"
The embarrassed ventriloquist begins to apologize, and the Alabama blonde yells, "You stay out of this, mister! I'm talking to that little fella on your knee."

Beyond Our Minds...

My Darling, my Queen...
No day is ever complete
Without a sweet and subtle hello
No morning ever feels special
Without my shared thoughts and concerns

Mind I be the gentleman, and share my smile :-)
Might I find my will lost, seduced...crippled in an unforgiving path
Ravaged with an unseen dominance
Finite in its accuracy
Loving in its nature

I cringe at the very thought...that my world exists in a universe
A vacuum of emotion, thrilling with experience
I dart through space,
Deep, dark hollow space
In my bubble, in my cavity of conviction

Stars abound, darkness still lights
My passions flare, my fire stokes with fury
I feed this flame, and it ignites my cosmos
My energy, my light...
Exists with torrid compassions,
Fierce, unpredictable and intolerable...
Tender, vulnerable and obsessive
My Sympathy is touched with the depth of sensitivity...

I am obliged to forfeit my spirit
And surrender myself
To your mercy
I make myself my own betrayed victim
My own prisoner....

Mindful, merciful and manic
Bursting with zeal
I evolve, I unfold....I grow
Beyond my stars...

Beauty is here, beauty is all around us...
I relish in it, I thrive by it...it's in me
It's
Who
I 
Am

Say Hey by Michael Framti

(This one goes out to you and yours, worldwide)

I say hey, I'll be gone today
But I'll be back all around the way
It seems like everywhere I go
The more I see, the less I know
But I know one thing
That I love you (baby girl)
I love you, I love you, I love you

I've been a lot of places all around the way
I've seen a lot of joy and I've seen a lot of pain
But I don't want to write a love song for the world
I just want to write a song about a boy and a girl

Junkies on the corner always calling my name
And the kids on the corner playing ghetto games
When I saw you getting down, well, I hope it was you
And when I look into your eyes I knew it was true

I say hey, I'll be gone today
But I'll be back all around the way
It seems like everywhere I go
The more I see, the less I know
But I know one thing
That I love you (baby girl)
I love you, I love you, I love you

Now I'm not a highly metaphysical man
But I know when the stars are aligned you can
Bump into a person in the middle of the road
Look into their eyes and you suddenly know

Rocking in the dance hall moving with you
Dancing in the night in the middle of June
My momma told me don't lose you
'Cause the best luck I had was you

I say hey, I'll be gone today
But I'll be back all around the way
It seems like everywhere I go
The more I see, the less I know
But I know one thing
That I love you (baby girl)
I love you, I love you, I love you

And I say, rocking in the dance hall, moving with you
I say, hey momma, hey momma, close to you
Rocking in the dance hall, moving with you
I say, hey poppa, hey poppa, close to you
Rocking in the dance hall moving with you
I say, hey momma, hey momma, close to you
Rocking in the dance hall moving with you
I say, hey momma, hey momma, hey momma, hey momma
Hey momma, hey momma, hey momma, hey momma

My momma told me don't lose you
'Cause the best luck I had was you
And I know one thing
That I love you

I say hey, I'll be gone today
But I'll be back all around the way
It seems like everywhere I go
The more I see, the less I know
I say hey, I'll be gone today
But I'll be back all around the way
It seems like everywhere I go
The more I see, the less I know
But I know one thing
That I love you (baby girl)
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you

(Rocking in the dance hall moving with you
I say, hey poppa, hey poppa
Hey momma, hey momma
Rocking in the dance hall moving with you
Come on, hey poppa, hey poppa)

I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you
I love you, I love you, I love you

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPBGZOWvMps

Singe

My lascivious queen...so bold in your beauty you blind light into an eternal abyss of Mania,
How may I feed this thirst, that I crave with an impatient eagerness...
I gather thoughts, only to lose my mind...
I feel overwhelmed and crazed...
Yet my spirit flaunts in its lunacy with no discretion, no direction and without adesired reward...
Reckless, strong...I am a pure brute with an overdrive capacity to steamroll Worlds in matter of moments...
Come ride with me...and you'll never see the world the same...

This Past Saturday Night

I had a hard time keeping my mind focused on my task,
I had set my yoga mat, front and center of the room in front of the mirror
(very atypical of me)
Two reasons why I did so that night:
A) had I taken my usual spot, I would have had my personal space encroached upon by this nice blonde hippy-ish woman (whom continually flirts with me, yet I have no attraction towards her).
B) there were nine total practioners with me in this open room...so, I had plenty of personal space (my primary concern) being front and center.

The instructor walked in and turned the lights on...
and what did I see...?

Directly behind me was a young beautiful woman that I have never noticed before (not that I keep records for who attends)...
She was a tall blonde, slender in the midsection yet curvy in her hips.  Her legs were athletically shaped...and evenly tanned in a dark golden smooth hue.
Her big blue eyes and perfectly friendly smile was more then noticeable...by not only yours truly, but also the instructor.
Now, remember...I don't know this woman!
Her most noticeable asset was her above average sized chest.  I can not be certain, but I would imagine that the potential exists that it might be a 'new' addition to her physique...just a guess.

Standing directly behind me, I could see her every motion.  Inspite of looking as if she was in shape, I could clearly see her high stress level...she seemed very labored by the intensity of the class.
The room was 106 degrees Fahrenheit...everyone was sweating....a lot, and then some.
But I could see in the mirror...she was sweating...
But not over her large chest...?
So bizarre, her skin tight shirt was drenched...except over her breasts.
She finally succumb to her fatigue...so she sat down...
Here, is we're my focus really came under scrutiny...

I swear I saw this...
She started playing with her chest.
Squeeze here, Shift there...
WTF was she doing...?

Ok, focus on me in the mirror...I don't see her, I don't see her....there is no one behind me...lalalalaalal
Focus
Focus
Focus

And so, my class came and went...
I have no idea if I will ever see her again...but if I do, I will be polite and cordial...like the true gentleman that I am.
And if I make a new friend, then so be it...

But I swear, I will not go front and center again....

Brazilian Woman Auctions off her Virginity for $780,000

It's a lot, don't you think...considering the rest of the world volunteers theirs?

http://ca.shine.yahoo.com/blogs/shine-on/brazilian-woman-auctions-off-virginity-780-000-193133109.html

What is Narcissism?

Good Question,
You can be confident without being narcissistic.
Quiet confidence, for example
"speak softly, yet carry a big stick"
Narcissistic people are often insecure, and need that reassurance that "yes" I am beautiful, I am worthy, I wanted...etc...
With quiet confidence...you just don't need any accolades.
Don't need second opinions to validate the self...
And you certainly don't need mirrors and self portraits.

With confidence, one's Ego could care less of gaining that communal sense of admiration...

What does the number 93 mean?

93: A Thelema Primer by Linda Yu

Thelema is an esoteric and magickal path whose mission is to make one realize one's purpose in life.

Thelema (pronounced THEL-eh-ma) is the Greek word for will, and it refers to Aleister Crowley’s doctrine and magickal tradition. The central creed is “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law; love is the law, love under will”, which is represented by the number 93, and used as a greeting by Thelemites. Why 93? Back to Greek again: if you take the word thelema and represent each letter by a number, starting with alpha=1, then add them together, they add up to 93. The word agape (divine love) also adds up to 93. I will go into more depth about this later. Thelema is about realizing your True Will, being all that you can be, and in doing so, helping to make the world a better place. Magick, especially ritual, helps to facilitate this in a metaphysical way.

Aleister Crowley was Victorian England’s most notorious occultist. Raised in a strict Christian household, he rebelled by leading a wild life and jokingly referred to himself as “evil” and “the beast 666”. He joined the esoteric Order of the Golden Dawn, from which he learnt Enochian magic, Kabbalah, astrology, tarot, and Theosophy. He had a long-standing enmity with the poet W.B. Yeats, who was also a member of the group. Crowley also traveled to Asia, where he studied the occult traditions of India and China. Before discovering Thelema, Crowley published books on Yoga and the I Ching.

While visiting Egypt, Crowley saw a vision of the god Thoth, who dictated to him The Book of the Law. This is the basic creed of Thelema.

So what does 93 mean? It doesn’t mean that you should just go out and “do what you want”. You first have to find your True Will, i.e. what you were put on this earth to do. In Liber OZ, Crowley hammers home the importance of this by saying that “man has a right to kill those who would thwart [his will]”, even though it really isn’t a good idea to go out and kill people. That’s where “love is the law, love under will” comes in. People should have compassion and respect each other and, of course, each other’s wills. That means no slavery, no murder, no child abuse, and equal rights for all. Growing up in a misogynistic and racially biased society, Crowley unfortunately absorbed the values of his time and did not live as an ideal Thelemite. However, his ideas show that he tried to break free of society’s biases, at least intellectually.

The Great Work, or main mission, of the Thelemite is to attain the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel, also known as the Higher Self, who will lead one to realize his or her True Will. This can be achieved by doing magickal rituals like Liber Samekh, meditating, and living in accordance with the Law of Thelema.

Crowley uses the spelling “magick” instead of “magic”, because he wants to differentiate Thelema’s ritual practices from stage magic. “Magick” is the process of discovering one’s true will and of causing change in conformity with that will. There is a results magic and spellcraft component to Thelemic magick, but it is based around the goal of realizing one’s will.

There are quite a few philosophical as well as ritual similarities between Thelema and Wicca, due to the spread of ideas in English occult subcultures as well as the Campbellian universality of archetypes, among other things. The Wiccan Rede is “an it harm none, do as ye wilt”, which also stresses the importance of will. Thelemic god-figures are cognate with Wiccan ones; Hadit is the God and Nuit is the Goddess. Ra-Hoor-Khuit represents the individual Will, born of these opposing forces. Indeed, Thelema as well as Wicca recognizes that everyone’s soul has both masculine and feminine aspects. Thelema, being a part of the Western occult tradition, uses the Aristotelian elements, the watchtowers, and many of the same correspondences as does Wicca. Crowley actually wrote one of the earliest comprehensive tables of correspondences, called Liber 777. It is an excellent reference that shows the unity between Hindu and Buddhist, Egyptian, European occult, Jewish and Islamic spirits, herb usages, and much more. I suggest that my readers acquire a copy of 777 and supplement it with modern correspondence books that also contain information on traditions that Crowley did not research.

The most popular Thelemic group is the O.T.O., the Ordo Templi Orientis, of which Crowley used to be the leader. Although I am not a member of a group, I do believe that being involved with a group can be a valuable experience. They hold workshops, rituals, and the Gnostic Mass, which is a weekly Thelemic service that is a good alternative to a Christian Mass.

So how do you being applying Thelema to your life? Through meditation and the practice of Thelemic ceremonial magick. Thelema, being more of a mystical tradition tends to be heavy on invocation and cleansing rituals, rather than results rituals as in Chaos Magic. I will leave you with a basic rite that can be used as a part of spellcraft as well as Thelemic devotion. It is a Thelemic adaptation of the Kabbalistic Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram, and uses the Greek language as a testament to the Hellenic influence on Thelema.

Liber XXV: The Star Ruby

By Aleister Crowley

1. The Kabbalistic Cross

Facing East, in the centre, draw deep deep deep thy breath, closing thy mouth with thy right forefinger prest against thy lower lip. Then dashing down the hand with a great sweep back and out, expelling forcibly thy breath, cry: APO PANTOS KAKODAIMONOS (Go away, evil demons!)

With the same forefinger touch thy forehead, and say: SOI (To you)

thy member (or root chakra), and say: O PHALLE (O Phallus)

thy right shoulder, and say: ISChUROS (Strong)

\thy left shoulder, and say: EUChARISTOS (Host)

then clasp thine hands, locking the fingers, and cry: IAO (Isis, Apophis, Osiris)

Advance to the East. Imagine strongly a Pentagram, aright, in thy forehead. Drawing the hands to the eyes, fling it forth, making the sign of Horus, and roar: THERION (Beast; the God)

Retire thine hand in the sign of Harpocrates. (with your finger against your lip)

Go round to the North and repeat; but say: NUIT (The Sky Goddess)

Go round to the West and repeat; but whisper: BABALON (The Love Goddess)

Go round to the South and repeat; but bellow: HADIT (The God)

Completing the circle widdershins, retire to the centre and raise thy voice in the Paian, with these words: IO PAN (O Pan)

with the signs of N.O.X.

(Puer, The Boy: right arm extended in an L, left arm on lower belly, feet together;

Vir, The Man: hands in fists on the sides of one’s head, thumbs out

Mulier, The Woman: feet apart, arms bent out in L shapes, reaching toward the sky)

Ending:

Extend the arms in the form of a tau and say low but clear:

Pro mou iunges

Opsio mou teletarchai,

Epi dexia synocheis

Eparistera daimones.

Flegei gar peri mou o aster ton pente,

kai en thi sthlhi o aster ton hex esthke.

Before me the Abyss,

Behind me the Mysteries,

On my right hand Trials,

On my left hand Demons.

For about me flames the Pentagram, and in the column stands the six-rayed star.

Repeat the Cross Qabalistic, as above, and end as thou didst begin.

from www.sacred-texts.com.

I have somewhat paraphrased the translations. Help is always welcome from those who speak Greek well.

If you want to explore Thelema further, I suggest checking out the following books:

Liber AL vel Legis

Magick Without Tears

Both are by Aleister Crowley and can be found on the internet as well as in fine libraries.

Unfolding Coquine

Mind I dare speak a word of truth, dare I say words with meaning...words with honesty and fault...
My autumn sky is slowly fading...soon to yield to a dark night lit only by a myriad of stars and a sharply curved moon...
Night breeds a life, decadent in myth with fire and passion...and carnal delights...
It keeps me hungry in ways no meal can satisfy...
An urge strong enough to transcend me into another lifetime of lust and Erotiscm...
The shine of black,
Outlines my broad back...
Smooth, and rounded around my shoulders...
Even in the dark, my silhouette...can not hide my muscular arms...
My long hair...alive in waves and curls...
My eyes, although dark...still glisten
I prowl like a beast awaiting my prey...
Only to know my eternal hunger...will never be met...
I growl as I spot my target, I pounce without hesitation...
No apologies, no forgiveness...
In my fury, I thrust and I throw...
With life, with meaning...with purpose and intent...
I conquer, with not one but two victors...
The Prey always come willingly...
In many ways, their instinct knows
That they are one with me..

"You Must Have Known?"

Are your powers of premonition pretty lousy? Me too. I have no idea who is going to win elections or what the stock market is going to do next quarter.

But when it comes to infidelity, you would've thought that everyone is clairvoyant and that particular super power skipped you. Because after you discover your spouse was cheating on you, there will be folks out there shaking their heads saying, "surely you must have known."

One of the worst things about being cheated on is others' wrongheaded notion that somehow you were in on the deal. That you knowingly turned a blind eye. Perhaps you and your cheating spouse had an "arrangement," wink, wink, nudge, nudge. The unspoken assumption is that you kind of deserve infidelity for being such an oblivious idiot.

Of course, this is just a way for the smug to distance themselves from the pain and humiliation of betrayal. Just like some folks think cancer and other sorts of misfortune are contagious, it's easier to think we have control over Bad Things That Happen. It must be because you failed (unlike me). Blaming the victim is a nice little voodoo smug people do to protect themselves from the scary uncertainty that they too could be played.

Perhaps you were smug once too, safe in the knowledge that infidelity would never happen to you.

I know I was. I thought cheating is what happened when you had a sexless marriage, or let yourself go, or married some obvious Lothario. (The Lothario of my imagination being some cross between Austin Powers and a skeevy sales and marketing rep.)

My husband loved me! My husband pursued me! My husband and I had sex! I was safe. Insomuch as I thought of infidelity at all, I thought it happened to other people. People with either really, sad pathetic marriages (see sexless and ugly above) or glamorous Bohemian people who were swept up in torrid affairs, helpless against the inevitability of their fated love. Solid, dull Midwesterners don't do drama, I thought. I was immune.

We all see the world through our own moral lens. And if you have a particularly good set of morals (and assume everyone else does too), that makes you a good mark. If you've never experienced infidelity before and you know that you wouldn't cheat on your spouse, you stumble around the planet with a certain naivety. You wouldn't have done such a thing and therefore you can't imagine a world in which the person you are most intimate with daily would do such a thing either.

That's why infidelity is so shattering. It completely up-ends your view of the world, your sense of reality, of whom you can trust. When it happened to me, it was like that scene in the Twilight Zone where the "normal" people suddenly rip off their masks and reveal that they are pig-snouted aliens. I was shocked to my core. The world has PIG-SNOUTED ALIENS?! WTF?! No one TOLD ME!

Trusting your spouse is not pathological. It's what normal, loving people do. And that is why betrayal and manipulation are so very ugly. Because abusers take that trust -- that social glue that binds us together -- and they turn it on you. Use your loving "benefit of the doubt" against you.

And as if that crap isn't painful enough, it's that much more painful to have the peanut gallery out there gawking and pointing and saying you were somehow party to your own abuse.

You can only be in denial about something you know. Betrayed spouses beat themselves up for being chumps. The deception is humiliating. In retrospect the deceit looks so obvious (he never answered his cell phone, she was a sudden aficionado of Brazilian waxes...) And of course, you probably had gut feelings that things were off. But your cheater told you, no, everything was fine. Or no, actually you were the problem. And you believed that. Until you couldn't any more.

After you know you've been cheated on, it's pretty normal to go through the stages of grief. Denial is one of those stages, as is bargaining. (Pig-snouted spouse... okay... maybe it's not that bad. Maybe I can work with this...) Once you know, however, that knowledge is a gift. It doesn't feel that way, of course. It feels like death. Like someone bulldozed your heart, and shoveled its remains into one of those radioactive waste containers, never to be touched again like Chernobyl. But really, knowledge is power. The worse part is not knowing.

Surely you knew? No. You didn't. But now you do. The rest of your life is up to you. If you ask me? I think you should run as fast as you can from the pig-snouted aliens. Godspeed.

 

Article by Tracy Schorn 

My Dirty Little Secret

As night time falls,
and the moon rises...
It lights my path...and my hunger grows
My flesh fueled by heat and ice...

Your Vampish aura has seduced my mind...Spiced with a grueling appetite
My heart races, as it feeds from your fire...covered by smoke, it yields to its desire
Burning with a passion, only lust can extinguish...
Luscious in behavior, too deviant to trust
Carnal in depth.  Yet, Delicate and sensual.
Soft like fresh molten, I sink in beneath its heat.
Draped and encompassed in your allure...
Charmed by your seduction...
Imprisoned by my own soul...
Victim of my own innocence...
My unconscious hunger never truly feels satisfied
Erogenous...Amorous...
Irresistibly Sultry
Your touch, your feel...
Captivated by your pleasure

Can You Trust?

I implicitly trust that my own stupidity can and will be outdone!
Therefore, I can not fully trust anyone...including myself.

12 Assets held by Happy People

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10151088265691862&set=a.141601496861.125836.141538401861&type=1&ref=nf

I guess that I am part Mermaid...how Tragic

I invent profoundness and sensibility to illustrate an abyss, it creates contrast for those with poor depth perception.
It's frustrating to those who are unable to think and perceive such complexities...and they end up drowning in my waters...

My Awaken Dragon, with a Gypsy at heart

I never wavered, nor lost any poise...for I knew in my heart, the rigors of your demanding schedule.  I am sure though, that your guilty pleasures are still at play...I can see the Headlines
"Gyps continues to Bumfuzzle the simpletons of Los Angeles"
either way, your stay there has run its course...Your Desire to remain has gone cattywumpus.  I completely understand...that sort of environment would drain me as well.
Your warning cry 'Gardyloo' rings oh so true...
Shall I spoil your mind with my Stories, Antics and Taradiddles?
I gave all my coworkers and clients ridiculous super powers yesterday...I know, so stupid and immature...nonetheless, ridiculous and funny!
My modern billingsgate confuses the masses, and inandates my peers with chaos...and I love each stroke...
It's how I engage others, whereby I get to draw my verbal Snickersnee...it's my Widdershins approach.
In turn causing Collywobbles, of the Mind and belly!
It's how I choose to hide my gubbins...using my slow and steady stream of whimsical nonsense (my previous word...Ridiculous)...
Since most functioning brains carry their fair share of glitches, my thoughts often come across as indiscernible Dipththongs...

I am so wickedly bad

Unconditional

"People are unrealistic, illogical and self-centered....love them regardless"

- Mother Teresa

Our Human Race

Selfish. Vain. Arrogant. Ignorant. Delicate. Sensual. Drastic. Dramatic. Spiteful. Graceful. Heroic. Careless. Extravagant. Routine. Unjust. Order. Chaos. Substance. Oblivion. Shortsighted. Religious. Spiritual. Active. Corrosive. Mundane. Lavish. Philanthropic. Indulgent. Enigmatic. Predictable...

We are a brilliant and beautful human contradiction.

P.s.
I know plenty of infidels.  But I refuse to pass judgement.  People tend to have their reason of 'why' or 'why not'

What most people lose sight of, is continuing to grow for the better good of a relationship.
People become complacent.
People stop communicating...

Spiritual evolution is IMPOSSIBLE if there is an attachment to the material

How NOT to Act like a WANKER when at the Gym.

Article by Amy Noonan

Constant CPR vigilance is exhausting. Trust me. I’m there, ready to give chest compressions as I learnt in a scuba diving course as soon as someone keels over.

I bet we look great doing this, huh?

The only problem is, I don’t work in a hospital. I just go to a gym.

I recently joined one of those 24-hour chain gyms where you can work out to your heart’s content… or discontent.

Everyone’s going there to get healthy, but it honestly sounds like they’re about to die. 

The straining. The clanging of weights on metal. The grunting. The puffing (actually, the puffing is me, riding the devil’s bicycle, otherwise known as interval training on the treadmill. Sorry about that.)

Even with my headphones in I still feel like I can hear people about to keel over.

And when I realise they’re not going to die, I’m actually quite annoyed. Exercise is meant to be good for reducing stress levels but I can feel mine rising.

So, as a “normal-ish” person going to the gym, here are my tips for the proper gym etiquette.

When you’re grabbing weights, it really messes with other people’s programs if you take two dumbbells or barbells in two different weights. For some reason, using one 5kg dumbbell and one 6kg dumbbell together seems to be popular (and, coincidentally, all I ever use are 5kg or 6kg dumbells).

If you’re going to spend a long time flexing and posing and looking in the mirror between sets, could you put your weights back? Chances are someone else will have completed their entire workout before you need them again.

If you want to have a chat on the phone, could you get off the machine you’re using, rather than just sitting there not using it and talking to your mate about “being at the gym”?

You might think it looks impressive to use the heaviest weight. It’s probably part of your program. But if you can’t control putting the weight back on the floor again without a thump that makes the whole gym shakes and you grunt like you’re, well, doing something private, I’m going to guess your weight is too heavy. Keep control, dude.

Working out with a gym buddy is great. It helps motivate you to go. Having more than one gym buddy must be great, too – but is it really necessary for all of the gym buddies to watch one guy on one bench, then take it in turns watching each other?

Finally, use a towel and wipe your sweat and hair product off the equipment. Surely we all know that one by now? 

So that’s it. Six quick tips to make the gym a better place for everyone. And as for me, I’ll try to keep the puffing to a minimum. 

Porn Stars vs Prostitutes

Article by Kathleen Miles

LA porn stars have significantly higher rates of sexually-transmitted diseases (STDs) than legal prostitutes in Nevada, according to a report published Tuesday.
A study of 168 adult industry actors in Los Angeles County found that 28 percent, or 47 actors, tested positive for either gonorrhea or chlamydia or both.
The report said that in the adult industry, "Undiagnosed asymptomatic ... STIs were common and are likely reservoirs for transmission to sexual partners inside and outside the workplace." The study was conducted in 2010 and written by six public health experts affiliated with the LA County Department of Public Health, the Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health and UCLA.
About condom use in the industry, the report said, "Few participants reported using condoms consistently while performing or with their personal sex partners."
The STD rate among porn actors is significantly higher than among legal prostitutes in Nevada, said the report, because Nevada law requires that prostitutes wear condoms and be tested weekly for disease.
Since those rules for Nevada brothels went into effect in 1988, the report said, there have been no cases of HIV infection and a negligible rate of STDs, the Los Angeles Times reports.
In contrast, just since 2004, there have been eight HIV cases among adult film performers. In 2011, porn production halted for nearly a week after an actor tested positive for HIV. In August of this year, there was a 10-day moratorium on porn filming because of a syphilis outbreak among actors.

The report published Tuesday warned of the health consequences of contracting STDs. According to the report, "Repeated and chronic infection with [sexually transmitted infections] can lead to infertility, chronic pelvic pain and ectopic pregnancies, and can facilitate HIV infection," KTLA reports.
The report recommended that condom use be enforced among porn performers. On Tuesday, Angelenos will vote on ballot Measure B, which would require porn actors to wear condoms.
Many in the porn industry say that condoms are unnecessary because the industry already conducts regular STD checks and that prolonged condom use causes chafing, tearing and increased risk of diease. They also say that condoms would hurt their profit and drive the industry either out of LA or underground, creating even more unsafe conditions. Some producers have threatened to move production -- and thousands of jobs -- to Nevada if the measure passes.