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I’m a bit of a sensualist.
First, let me emphasise emotional resonance,
there has to be an emotional base,
not just an appreciation of hotness.
Then, there’s a sense of longing and mystery—
that male unknowableness.
Don’t forget the hard strength of those rough male edges,
you know, the feeling that he’s kind of sculpted from
a marble and you just want to run your hands over.
And this jet-black hair, the curves and the spiky bits,
casual, careless, not fussy or particular,
and his warm firm and Implacable hands.
Oh, God. Gimmie some.
“Sensuality is connected to desire, ya?” I asked the room (Sunny and Lisa are there, studying).
“It sure is,” Sunny said, flippantly, “and you just need that hot boyfriend of yours to spank it out of you.”
“No,” I winced, shaking my head no, “that’s not true.”
“Ooo! I love this song” Lisa said, as ‘try’ by BETWEEN FRIENDS began to play on our Echos.
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Songs for this:
this is what falling in love feels like by JVKE
golden hour by JVKE
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Our cast
Sunny, (suitemate) 21, a (pre-med) molecular, cellular, and developmental biology major, is a cowgirl from Nebraska (seriously, she has a quarter horse and barrel races). She’s an outspoken fem-facing ladies-lady.
Lisa, (roommate) 21, my bff and a high society princess, who grew up in a 50th floor Central Park South high-rise. A (pre-med) molecular biophysics and biochemistry major.
Your author, a simple, multinational, upper-crust, trust-fund baby from Athens, Georgia who's also a molecular biophysics and biochemistry major (pre-med).
Kids are much smarter than we give them credit for.
Maybe from them we could learn a thing or two.
They are so innocent and their hearts are open doors.
Treating others with kindness is a natural thing to do.
They lay in the hospital next to many other races,
Chatting away and already making friends so young.
They don’t know that they come from so many places.
To them, it’s just a group of nice people they’re among.
Why do some people treat others with no decency,
Just because they’re different in one way or another?
There are many problems with morals in society,
But things could be better if we just love each other.
We put others down because they aren’t the same,
And we justify this by assuming that we’re better.
If we took a step back and didn’t treat life like a game,
We’d know that not one of us follows goodness to the letter.
What people don’t realize is that we’re different for a reason,
So that we can learn from each other from things that we do.
Life would be pretty boring without a change of season.
Remember: “You’re only as naïve as those who taught you.”*
*Anonymous quote
Crossing the borders in search of Greener pasteurs.
Where death and chaos ruled the lands ensuring that only the connected survives
In search of a place where one can find peace and happiness
Establish myself to be the winner I'm supposed to be
Breaking boundaries that stood firm for ages
Running with oppertunities needed to be the go getter that I am
Entering a place where one's talent and hard work gets rewarded.
Using my skills to build a empire to show the world you can be a winner
Benefiting from my intellect to create a wold of comfort and stability for myself
Establish myself to be the winner I'm supposed to be
Breaking boundaries that stood firm for ages
Running with oppertunities needed to be the go getter that I am
Hard work and perseverance will be rewarded
Going for gold is my destiny
Rising from the ashes to be a flame
Burning so bright that my heat engulfs the coldest hearts
Establish myself to be the winner I'm supposed to be
Breaking boundaries that stood firm for ages
Running with oppertunities needed to be the go getter that I am
Just make believe
And your dreams will set you free…
Actually, it’s your sleep
And blissful dreaming that sets you free
In a la-la land of make believe.
The real world doesn’t require belief
It requires action
Eat or be eaten, fight or flight.
But dreaming is much more fun
Especially when someone else does your hunting.
This is the world of childish wonder
Of dreams projected onto reality
Of fears projected onto others
A world where I’ll grow up to become
A fireman, a healer, a Marxist rebel, a world savior.
This is the world of make believe
Where everyone follows their bliss
Into ever deeper sleep
A world where the biggest concern
Is, is my pillow soft or firm enough…
(8/21/24)
her charcoal mind makes meaning of colors
Favorites included turquoise, orange and yellow
Red is always prominent in her frontal lobe
Dancing and singing, leading her into her own society
She used to dabble in cobalt but there was insanity in it
A poison that can turn your dendrites into mush, right?
No one has ever used the word serene or calm to describe her art.
A mental picture appears as her muse subconsciously creates.
She feels she is clear-headed, though there is insanity in her family
Her artwork is continuously clever, concise, and colorful
People respond to it on an aesthetic plane
Red leads the way
Telephone Sarcasm
(an opinion)
Written: by Tom Wright
3/16/2018
I observe daily, those who refuse to release,
Glued to one hand is a small soulless beast.
Many can’t function without their phone in play,
It disrupts conversations and schedules their day.
But staying connected seems to be the dream,
And as a privacy lover they induce my scream.
Everywhere I go someone invades my airspace,
These attention thieves all have their place.
Wherever I go there’s some loud mouth talking,
I’m forced to listen or get up and start walking.
Sometimes users can be self centered and crude,
Texting when someone’s talking to me seems rude.
I don’t have need for any I pad or smart phone,
My Old Ford truck is the mobile device I own.
Today at the Doctors office there were 13 people in the waiting room.
I was the only one not messing with a phone.
Midst demands of earthly politics along materialistic society...
Advancing God’s kingdom is blessing-laden
Since it is divine in its kindness and graciousness
Indeed requiring our earnest support of obedient willingness…
Let’s populate heaven with compassion, unloading those with sin-burden.
Midst current politics and society's milestones
Ministering through God’s kingdom, bearing hope and light is victorious
With the Lord's promises toward redemption and eternal security
Indeed expecting for our sincere humility to instill truth of freedom-certainty…
Let’s proclaim the Gospel* by Christ's peace and love, verily glorious.
Midst global interaction in politics and society toward one world government
Endeavouring well for the furtherance of God’s kingdom is rewarding
Despite numerous skeptical philosophies and varied challenges
Indeed teaching us to trust the Almighty's Word that spiritually charges...
Let’s reach-out to others with care through faith's might while interceding.
*1Corinthians 9:14 Even so hath the Lord ordained that they which preach the gospel should live of the gospel.
April 6, 2019
Edited on October 31, 2023
Don't like the new reality?
Want a change from what you see?
Who can you trust to make the change?
Life's different now, everything's strange.
Remember when,
life was easy, everyone was contented.
Many struggle now to survive, feel resented.
Kid's played outside, without any fear,
Now they don't leave, unless mom and dad are near.
I'm ok, I'm ok, you say, it's no big deal!
Sure, there's troubles elsewhere,
doesn't change how I feel.
You're ok, are you, you try to convince yourself,
When your eyes are closed,
you can't see the need for help.
Scientist, sociologist, economist all agree.
This world is broken, it's plain for all to see.
You cannot fix it at all, even if you try.
The best have tried, and they've long since died.
How to fix a broken world, is not easy to see.
Don't you want a better life for your family?
We all can make a difference, they say,
stop war, make peace.
Humans don't have the cure, for the human disease.
So why not do this,
if you really want a change.
Look to our maker, for the answer.
It's really not so strange.
John Derek Hamilton December 21,2014 revised October24,2015
Biblical Insanity
You might of said you might of seen .
It doesn’t mean to me.
You think you know it all.
You don’t know jack about me.
I will go down in history or i will go down in flames.
Misdirected ill advised misdiagnosed ,Labeled, numbered, restrained
left to rot Inside a pitch black, ice cold padded cell.
I will never be who you want to be.
I am product of the system you created.
My hopes and dreams incinerated.
Arrested ,labeled, numbered, sentenced, incarcerated.
I cannot help what I be
I have seen and witnessed things no Man Woman or child should ever have to see.
I have met my maker only to find out it is me.
Only with closed eyes can one truly see.
I am the only who can truly judge me.
I am the joker remaining hidden amongst the deck of playing cards.
I refuse to be a member of a society run by muppets, puppets, pedophiles and retards
stolen generations forever scarred by the hand of fate.
Religion = violence
Abuse = silence
God = hate
Praying to a mythological creature that will never pray for you.
Worshiping false idols
Worshipping false hope
Greed is a virus a disease in itself we have lost our way in the process we have lost ourselves
The Angels wings are broken, burnt and charred no gods or masters here
Only the very thing you fear the most
I will devour your tainted soul
and inhale your ghost.
for the crimes you committed against humanity.
Is this the age of hell?
Or biblical insanity?
Written by Adrian Bogdal 4/10/2025i
Connoisseur Of Ethnic Cuisine
Theme seems apropos during Holiday FancyFeasts despite the plethora of – in my opinion witching hunting - reputable male personalities suddenly accused of sexual harassment after substantial time. Yes granted so the unexpected name dropping felt like a bomb shell towards chaps, this baby boomer mwm would never suspect, point the finger, or accuse, especially one former Norwegian bachelor farmer from Lake Woebegone.
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Though anonymous and hardly
a substantially sized mwm baby boomer
(which dual disadvantages partly explains
lack of ubiquity among claque of cooks, yet hoop full
to get attention from some well fed dame
many popular rotund gourmands l'chaim tame
their hungry beast – wa hood put me to shame
vis a vis consuming in their one meal,
what yours truly eats in a lifetime,
none of those celery buddies,
whom this non television watcher can name
seen on any selective cable channel,
I still revel in writing while
on the hunt
(during Red October) for a meme
poetry and prose, and decided
to introduce myself quite lame
with NON GMO marginal uptick
in any sudden fortune or fame,
yet t'would be pleasantly syrup prized
if interest
from potential mistress didst exclaim
desire to enjoy a repast, though
said hypothetical gal need
not be a high society dame,
and if perchance such just desserts
came via the kitchen maiden kitty,
versus kit chin middens
no boastful claim
would be uttered by me,
her intellectual company satisfactory aim.