Several lions on the
wings of something different,
roaring bellicose longings that
make space for possibilities,
love is in the air and dreams do
eventually come true

Tourists visit my life and
take pictures, they capture
thin veneers and go home empty,
but with their souvenirs in hand
they don't realize it

Street lights a carnival,
slices of watermelon spit pits at
Italian iced ladies with lipstick that
tastes like Chicklets

Can I love how I want to?
are there limits to the magnet?
Are my heart, my mind, my cock
expiration dated? Now is all there is,
and now is fine, I have more to offer you than
anyone who is here now, and I ask for nothing

beyond the

equity of the moment.


"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

Tourists visit my life and
take pictures, they capture
thin veneers and go home empty,
but with their souvenirs in hand
they don't realize it


^^^This spoke to me especially. Sometimes I think I am the tourist to my own life, and the souveniers in my life are a distraction from the fact.

I also am reading "Seth Speaks," so the way you employed the word "now" at the end also spoke to me as well. Very colorful piece indeed. Thanks for sharing.

Cool that you found the Seth stuff man...opens doors...

"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

Um...OK...I really like the poetic yet raw flow in this piece, though I have to admit that the itty bitty prude in me is blushing a bit. :-)

Have I told you lately that I luv ya? -- :9

~Also~

Love the way ^this^ is positioned / framed / like a moving photo (picture) ... flippin' thru frames of the mind & heart.


*Absolutely Love It*

me (as the reader) exactly what I was expecting from the title and the author (a vivid piece of narrative writing that I could enjoy). My favorite lines are below:

Street lights a carnival,
slices of watermelon spit pits at
Italian iced ladies with lipstick that
tastes like Chicklets

Can I love how I want to?
are there limits to the magnet?
Are my heart, my mind, my cock
expiration dated? Now is all there is,
and now is fine, I have more to offer you than
anyone who is here now, and I ask for nothing

beyond the

equity of the moment.


You've always had the *knack* for luring me into your work. This piece was not an exception. Great work, g. *nods*

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Thanks so much...this piece goes to show you why it is not a bad idea to scribble shit down on napkins in barrooms and stuff the result into your pocket for later...

Don't ever 4~get and blow yo nose on one of your masterpieces -- *chuckles*


That would be "Messed ^UP^ ... :P

pure magnificence from you as usual.

The prose seemed to skim along almost leisurely and non-threatening, but once you maneuver to your key points, they hit with the force of a pissed-off stonecutter with bricks in his gloves. This is a very good thing to me.

This part hit me the hardest:

"Now is all there is,
and now is fine, I have more to offer you than
anyone who is here now, and I ask for nothing

beyond the

equity of the moment."

But then again, you are a historically skilled writer, so I should expect jaw-droppers like these.

~~~~~




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seems as though the wordplay on life descriptions spoke HIGH volumes
made me, STOP and just exhale a lil' bit . . nice flow!

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