Motion, Artistic Nuances, Tantric Realities, and Anthology

Polka-dot Pillow

Bliss tickles my red polish toe

The night before ensues on my fingertip; to my lips I delightfully place.

Hmm.. the subtle taste of deceit and defeat holds my tongue.

No matter, pleasure is all mine, this morning.

Entranced with lids closed, my eyes mimic the scene…

Moisture thickens, and my bare thighs chill

My back stiffens to reveal the burgundy scratches that mark my shoulder blades

A cold yellow towel, I wipe down my face.

Black mascara blotched spots and violet eyeshadow, paint

I rinse and wring.. behind … Continue reading


I lost and I can’t win it back.. A hole that will never be filled..A vision that will only be seen in my dreams.. Continue reading

I died today

I drowned. The water consumed me, covered my head, filled my nose, and flooded my mouth.
My ears popped. My lungs grew chest puffed and hardened. It hurt. Continue reading

Attack on the President “ObamaCare”

Ok..yall.   How much more of this are we going to take?  When I say “we” I mean “WE, the people of the United States of America“.  Despite the Republicans, Right-Wingers, and the Tea-Party activist’s, opposition…President Obama is OUR president.  He is in charge of running the country and doing what’s best for the people.

The offensive title “Obamacare” is horrible!  It’s health care for all Americans, not just the fortunate.  The idealism, hypocrisy, … Continue reading

The Comeback

I’m up..then..I’m down..and Back UP again.. Continue reading

I’m working in Love today:)

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Black nails..scrape; striping your forearm, I watch streaks fade from Scarlet to Blue.  Tinted Purple fingerprints mimic my grip.

Facing you..Green eye to Brown. Wide, Kohl lashes flicker fast.  Moist Crimson lips..twist between White teeth nibbling Pink…creating warm Fuchsia.

Tightly pulling Ivory. Wrestling Magenta.

Grabbing Beige. Tugging Yellow. Yanking Burgundy.

Clutching Caramel. Pushing Almond. Pinching Ebony.

Grappling Ginger. Straddling Cream. Covering Copper.

Tasting Hazel. Sipping Coffee. Pressing Honey.

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These Fingers

I’ve noticed that I haven’t been wearing any rings lately; on my fingers.

No polish, or color; except for my own brown glossy shade.

I’m attracted to the plainness, the shortness of fingernail, the roundness of knuckle, and the delicate bends.

The softness of palm with blushing lines throughout

The thin of finger and tiny mimic of bone (so enticing)

Stretching my hands in front of me, and spreading them wide, I quiver..a subtle quake

I’ve seen these hands do so much….
They bake superior pies
They raise high fists in crowds
They have kept safe, the … Continue reading

No Regrets!

No regrets. No regrets! I’m seeing myself clean and faultless. Leaving the past mistakes behind. What I did; I did. I can’t change it. I can’t take it back even though I may want to, or may not. It’s done.

Now, it’s time to live my life FREE. Do what I want. Naked and with my feet muddy, I walk along trapeze wires and jump proudly without a net. I don’t have any regrets. I won’t have any regrets.

I sure would hate to look over my life … Continue reading

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Write to Live, Live to Write
Writing..and Creating are my LIFE..but there's always more to do..and unfortunately lines haven't figured out how to write themselves, yet. So, many projects are left unfinished and stories untold...Here's some scribble:
Poker face..getting ready for a party.
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