July 21, 200520 yr (w00t) I'm just pimping my book of poetry ... which should be available soon Here is the link if anyony is interested ... just keep watching, I'll repost when it is finally available for sale. http://www.authorhouse.com/BookStore/ItemD...okid~33232.aspx sample poem Calling Mr. Moonlight See here Mr. Moonlight Please shine some of your magic on me King of the skies, the ruler of night Grant me just one little fantasy Bring me the princess of dream The divine creature of love Let me hold her in my heart's ravine For she is apart of the heaven's above Dear Mr. Moonlight ... hear my call Listen to this wishing buffoon I watched it happen, the star that falls And I know she's coming to me soon She has such a celestial body That you have to know her name Call upon your powers of lunacy And let us ride on through the flame Help her meet me under your spell The sun's too hot to look into it's eyes But beneath your light I know I can tell If we have a chance to reach the night I'll try and give all I can The feelings will remain pure My soul's on fire, let us walk hand in hand For you have the means for the cure So let her fall right into my arms I'll embrace her, for your magic's strong Mr. Moonlight ... bathe me in all your charms And we'll make love to you all night long "
July 21, 200520 yr Parched Blame it on the hot California sun All that smog and radiation can't be good for the brain But there I stood, like a silent shadow; no longer did you hang off my every gesture, nor reach for my hand at the hint of trepidation Our arguments lay behind us; Our bed, our lives lay thrashed like some heinous car wrech we were glad to walk away from So, what was left to say really? Logistics aside, I went from lover to stranger and from there I would soon disappear but that day there were errands to run Life had to continue We walked through the camp, dirty, sweaty and parched We had suffered the freeways and failed air conditioners What else was there to do? The heat of a thousand suns would have been a welcome respite from 'our home'... our home Such an odd thing to say now, despite those memories of meals and moments shared together We should have known when we fought over the decor that our occasional bliss was, was... It danced just beyond the horizion of my memories like the heat induced madness I felt that moment God, it wasn't fair! You bent over to take a sip of water from the spicket and I was caught unaware You claimed to be suprised by the gesture but really, I was France and you were the Howlitzer I watched your hair fall to the side of your face like napalm falling on Dresden Sweat, filth and iccor could not mar the ****ing undeniable power your every gesture command over me So as I reached out to wash you in cool water I thought nothing of repercussions I did not look back to the masochistic struggles of months past to sever the ties that bound us We could not simply acces our inability to have a 'healthy relationship' I hacked at the problems, and hacked at your clinging grasp like a madman severing an infected limb Now that the pain was behind us, and 'seperation' achieved, my defenses fell like the mighty walls of Jericho I was powerless in your presence I thought only of you as I draped the water across the nape of your neck Perhaps it was rare that I touched you thusly, even in our moments of lovemaking I looked back and saw that childlike awe and excitement as you realized again that you were mine How cruel could I be, to let that seep through? Your flesh was bare, but that was nothing new It was the core my clich
July 21, 200520 yr Mr. Moonlight ... bathe me in all your charms <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Quite the subtle bukkake reference there. In any case, good luck with your book. So you'll get published. How did you manage it?
July 21, 200520 yr Author In any case, good luck with your book. So you'll get published. How did you manage it? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> a little cash and a print on demand company
July 21, 200520 yr (w00t) I'm just pimping my book of poetry ... which should be available soon I hate to break it to you buddy, but you suck (unless the bukkakke reference was intentional, then its genius) DISCLAIMER: Do not take what I write seriously unless it is clearly and in no uncertain terms, declared by me to be meant in a serious and non-humoristic manner. If there is no clear indication, asume the post is written in jest. This notification is meant very seriously and its purpouse is to avoid misunderstandings and the consequences thereof. Furthermore; I can not be held accountable for anything I write on these forums since the idea of taking serious responsability for my unserious actions, is an oxymoron in itself. Important: as the following sentence contains many naughty words I warn you not to read it under any circumstances; botty, knickers, wee, erogenous zone, psychiatrist, clitoris, stockings, bosom, poetry reading, dentist, fellatio and the department of agriculture. "I suppose outright stupidity and complete lack of taste could also be considered points of view. "
July 21, 200520 yr I don't need a book. I live my life in Haiku's One beat at a time. Word economics To express my vast wisdom I speak in haiku's.
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