Based on that song of No Name On the first part of my journey,I was focused on the road ahead,I dove down the dune and shot for the moonI ran until I was redThe first thing I saw made me stumble in aweAnd the sky was cloudless aboveThe heat was hot and the sand was softBy the end of the day I was dead. I’ve been through the desert on a race of some fameIt felt good to be out of the rainIn the desert, you can run for your…read more
It dreams of light and life,
of vibrant color and vast urban spaces.
It dreams of incorporating culture with economy…
you hear nothing
but your beating heart
and the swish of air
the ball arcs
you leap…
and the crowd roars!
Sweat and soot
bead brow to brow
as the fire writhes
in deadly determination
matched only by your own
single-minded, stiff-necked, staying power
your unbending brawn
face to face with this fire.
The way your tongue wraps around those words, so sexy my soul salivates. Here, at room’s rear, I hang on every turn of phrase, back-arching through every bit of banter, every burning urge… surging, spurred auditorily, in every curve of word, every scent of sass, seared with sweat… Triggering the chill and churn in bated-breathed anticipation of your next exquisite utterance… With every observation cool and common, or heated and heartful erotic thoughts in waves awash in notions both naughty and natural haunting and hypnotic. Yeah, even that offhand assertion…read more
Dare to be dangerous. Dare to dance. Dare to speak up. Dare to say whatever is in your heart. Dare to be beautiful. Dare to say don’t touch. Dare to say when it’s ok. Dare and be Dangerous! [for Ella]
(this is not about Starbucks the ubiquitous; it’s about a certain place, certain personalities, people that know my drink and have my mug at the ready, people that are happy to see me — that Starbucks in Itaewon central, that Starbucks is gone now…) Every day, laptop laden, I make my way to inspiration way, a soft-cushion destination for some deep-seated thought. Sitting at Starbucks, half aware of the chatter of the chit-chat girls And the coffee shop gangnam guys The table circles The pseudo art, the big green sign…read more
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