AKA A proverb isn't a proverb until you have lived it... sigh ;)
Part way into some deep meaningful conversation – in a half serious tone I say “Philosophy is the hope of the resolved, the settled, and the fixed... It teaches us that Life wants to ki...
Enveloping all of creation… Wrapping itself around me Every inundated inch of me… Embraced by your supple nature Entre nous… Entre nous… You whisper as you cover me… Your wispy hair...
It feels like it has been ages since we talked... I cannot get the memory of us washing each other’s feet out of my mind... Life is still confusing... even more so since you’ve been g...
I Know You More than the Meaning I Know the True You I Can Feel You I Can Sense You
It raises the question to desire and be desired is that all there is like a moth to a flame what language of love is to be sou…
tonight i am without strength starving for warmth as she holds m… for a moment I think I can feel h… as her arms wrap around me
Here I am upon shanks’ nag… forlo… Covered by the chill blank darknes… I am feeling old Not solely in body… but in spirit With every solitary step
After long day of staring at progr… My mind feels numb and worn over Like a dry, dusty, frayed covering Barely shielding my consciousness… Like a ratty blanket no longer ser…
BROTHER to the weary man... persistent Bringer of smiles to the sad womans lips... Councilor to a wandering child... Holder of a broken hearted family... the blessed Benefactor of a for...
Faith is not a science Yet it seeks to invoke wisdom and understanding Faith is not a nature Yet it desires to shape our reacti…
Arise my love my fair one It is the dawning of a new day Come take my hand Join me as we walk barefoot Down the path only we know
the fantasy begins… we close our eyes and smile
A lone traveler in a lonely world Tired of being all by himself, he… Gathering his thoughts, he puts be… (If only for the night) And prepares himself for the long…
such imagery i have never had anyone talk quite like this
*when asked to describe Eve she is not tied to any particular… for it is the power of her passion… in its myriad of forms which draws me in