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Started making it....had a breakdown....bon appetit
(Robe pattern courtesy of @lonicera-caprifolium :] its so good)
No words from me tonight, far too sedated,
I pissed them off today, got myself hated,
I told them some home truths and I think that it grated
So they doubled the dose and now I'm deflated.
That's the thing on the unit, they want you compliant,
They even have the cheek to call me a 'client'
Forced to take meds that make me reliant
They kill all the fight in me, they hate me defiant.
They threatened to move me onto a lock-down,
Where all hope is lost, the enthusiasm they drown,
It's situated in nowhere, far from the town
So I guess I'll behave and stop playing the clown.
(Apologies that it is childish, but it's the best my scrambled brain can come up with. Fucking medication!)
A sizzling night
my body burning within the nocturnal silence. Desire burns the skin leaving flesh weak and feverish Will overflows veins pulsate blood boils eyes throb My eyes do not see but I sense you. My hands do not touch you but I still feel you however far away I feel your body next to my comforting and warm I turn and roll I want you beside me In my mind Creating My Own Universe and dream ... A dream of desires, of fires consuming my solitary body
My hand explore myself
I imagine female moans and imploring whispers
and your will. I make myself your body My hands will be yours And I go around with you Dreaming My fingers are my source of honey sauce and stain All my desire is yours you use my loneliness my wandering fingers there.
And there is accomplishment Dreams of your voluptuousness they make me vibrate You exploit and invade my privacy I lack air my skin sweaty my body trembles *
I cry alone
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Longing for dreams to become reality
Erotic or Vulgarity?
OK, here we go again - The Jester is off on one of his medicinally induced rants. The meds have kicked in so I will scribble away without any conscience.
It is an old theme that I have asked about before but....who or why do people, especially men, want to look at a picture of a fully naked female, her legs stretched apart as far as they will go and a close-up shot of her virgina? Is it erotic? Not to my mind. Is it a turn on? To me it appears more like a biology picture or something a gynaecologist would study. Also, who actually finds pictures of women with huge, oversized vibrators or dildo's inside them exciting? For one, it can't be pleasurable to the lady - it's amazing how many smiles money can buy you!, and for two, surely her muscles will become overstretched and unresponsive to an ordinary sized penis.
Anal sex is fine if both agree, and I have no problems whatsoever with it. But, again, who finds a picture of a woman or man erotic when they have tennis balls, bottles and all other sort of implements and gadgets inserted into them. I get the whole S and M thing, but this is surly going beyond those sort of boundaries? Who on earth would want to go out with a twenty/thirty something partner who is totally incontinent because their muscles have been overstretched?
What has happened to the good old erotic, seductive, enticing pictures? The ones where the person is semi clothed but not in a blatant way, just a hint of what may lay beneath. To me, a picture with a woman in her underwear is far more erotic, far more of a turn on than a butt naked woman laying down with all her goods on show. A slightly see-through top, a hint of cleavage as she leans forward, a naked silhouette - these are the sort of things that arouse me. These leave the imagination some room for maneuver, the brain something to think about.
Perhaps I am old-fashioned, perhaps I am just old, but give me erotocism everyday over vulgar pornography.
That's it, rant over. Sleepy meds have kicked in.
Another med-induced, overtired ramble
Should the intensity of your essence be confined to the interior of your life? Instead let it spill and spread on your skin, kinetic waves such as the ripples of water when a fish jumps. It is impossible for me to resist the temptation to touch your face, as if to refresh myself on the intrinsic beauty that you sprout. This immaculate freshness, almost unchanged from your magnificence, is the elixir that makes me intoxicated with pleasure in contemplating your body when clothes fall like copper leaves. I often wonder - is this reality or a cruel dream? Sometimes you seem as fruit of my hands, that I sculpt the contours and curves of your body, teaching me how to copy them. Playing myself as an artist in dreams I know is delusional. I only know that I am born in the nerve centre of your life and looking up through the pores of your skin to see you outside, enjoying all the madness of your womanly body, enrapture me with the shadows that I offer, the curves of your silhouette.
Talking Hearts
How are you able to look at someone, know that they are something special
and not admit to your heart and to others what you feel?
Your job is to listen to the heart, it is the mirror of the soul.
That is why we have friends, it is why we love and why we try to trust .... …....but sometimes it's hard ... because there was a time when we suffered ... there was a time when we promised not let this happen again .. and then we closed off the heart
We hide from the other what we feel ... because of our promise to "suffer no more,"
Others, they tell us to fight for this love, friendship, affection ... but, when we do this, it becomes difficult to hear the heart ... we have become deaf and dumb to it's voice ... the heart becomes merely an organ of the body on which our life depends... Moreover, our feelings are no longer affirmed by it Getting back in command of the heart is hard ... it is hard to give ourselves to someone again,
because there's always that mistrust "I will be back to suffering ? "... and so ...
we think that nothing can be different ... we think we will suffer again ... when in reality suffering is a part of our growing inside ... when that suffering makes us stronger ... by the time you realise. you have ignored that person who would change our point of view …
…..there is always someone that we "look" and we do not notice ...
Eyes Full of Stars
I could have been an actor I could have been anything Just to hear the heart of the lonely sing And your hospitable world Since you live in your dreams You're like a China doll and a rocking house It's getting harder to scream But as I stand on this empty stage With this lifeless idol of mine This is where my story will be told And let the story unfold Dream maker, you're looking through the window Lifesaver, you're looking through the window Stargazer Your eyes, your eyes are full of stars See the light burn out and fade away She broke the promise, she broke their spell She opened up the door to Hell The stage now set, the scenes in place Never again could she look in his face Outcast to a prison cell Of what she made in this world alone The magic of the bubble burst A burnt out shell she could no longer call her home And the nights got colder as she got older Eyes glazing over and blurring out As tears rolled down her cheek And offering so weak too quell the fire in hell Racing through the night on a roller coaster ride Taking the fast lane on a Harley You're waiting for the dating for the the ceremonies to begin Hanging up too tight on a white knuckle ride With anger in my guts at all the harlots and the sluts Broken hearted a broken man, I never saw the end And went crushing round the blend Dancing over this lifeless shell Don't know if I'm going to Heaven or Hell But time will heal the pain I feel when I come looking for you And in old age when your final breath came I waited for you and prayed for you Your crime and passion now forgiven Then I saw your eyes in the stars
Men and Women
You can tell by my facial hair that I'm a man and, because I'm a man, I'm a part of the fucked up side of the sexual revolution. Men still try to convince themselves that they're still in control. It's bullshit.....we go “yer, but we've got muscles”. We're fucked up and, since the sixties, we're just becoming more and more fucked up.
I'll give you an example of where women are now, compared to five years ago, maybe ten at the most. When you asked a woman, you know, “Is my dick OK?”, they'd say “ size doesn't matter, it's how you use it”. Now, in Cosmopolitan and all the other women’s magazines, they talk about dicks, and now they say that ' we want big ones, size does matter!'
Do you see where I'm coming from? They're getting brave, intelligent, they've been talking about us for years, they have studied us and now they know us. Meanwhile, all we've been doing is jerking off to titty magazines!! It's true.
These modern men’s magazines that have come out, they teach you how to cut your nails, how to use moisturiser and the right kind of shampoo.....guys go “fuck off.....titty magazines!!”
Meanwhile the girls are learning, they've been studying and they're ahead of us by years. The thing is, when we try to talk.....men find it difficult to talk, we find it difficult to express our feelings. For example, you're out with your girlfriend and you want to say something really romantic. You've got the lobster, the French wine, the candles......and it's your one big chance to say something that she'll remember forever. This is what happens.
When she's about fifty, she'll say “do you remember the night we had the lobster, the French wine, the candles and all the romance? Do you remember what you said to me? You said Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
It's true, we're shit with words, because guys have a dick and the brain and mouth doesn't seem to work in the circuit. Every time you try to say something meaningful, it just comes out as “blahhhhh”
For years, I've tried to write the perfect love poem. Every time I started, it was like a bad Paul McCartney lyric, or the Carpenters...you know “when I fall in love with you...” - oh, fuck off! And every time I started it seemed someone else had said it before. Then suddenly ping. So many people have said so many things about love, because it is the basis all our lives – relationships, guys, women, all of it, and it doesn't matter if someone has said it before, because as long as when you say something to your loved one, it comes from the heart, it, it's sincere and you mean it, it doesn't matter – because the words will always belong to you.