Free Thoughts~on One word...

[RhymeFairy]

Ooooo, RF, love the AV. Hot shoes and undies.....my kryptonite. I'm sure they'll be my downfall someday (at least financially)

I switch my av so often, I get turned on

Thanks ~

 

[RhymeFairy]

We greet, with smiling
faces, as he drops knee
to ground, displaying
his worship, of what's
to come.

Rosary beads, slip
short coming, not hip.
Capturing nipple to tongue
cementing these holy
grounds.

Curved pretzel loops
around the bend he scoops
scouting new territory
to take and command.

Professing prolific proposals,
pretty words, clipped. Sharing
his world of teaching, with his
Mistress of pain.


...

 

[Sqoodd]

Good information. Thank you. I knew it was something like that instead of just lust, attraction, and love. I am glad to know it has some historically significance.

I prefer to think of the altar as the surface, a table, mantel, rock, or even the ground. On this surface I place the symbols what I worship for use during the ceremony of worship.

Yes, I place on the pubic hair the symbols of worship: the vibrator, lube, and anything else that tickles my fancy.

With the Black Mass of Satanic worship, the celebrant stands between the open legs of a woman lying on the altar. Her pussy is right there before his eyes as he conducts the ceremony.

I would not be able to pay attention to him, but the altar would be the center of my glaze.

A time when the cunt was the only discernable source of creation. The cunt was the source of life in addition to being the supreme source of pleasure for males allowed entry into this heavenly place.

It is also pleasurable to gaze, taste, and fondle these gates of heaven.

Every female cunt was a particular expression of the universal cunt and thus the shortest route to the Goddess.

My feelings exactly.

To worship at any woman's cunt was to please the deity. To kiss a cunt to overflowing was symbolic of complete devotion to the Goddess and sure to please the Goddess into allowing her abundance to flow over the Earth.

I have seen some the gush with a flood.

Men who are at one with the universe when their lips are in tender contact with an instance of the deity's symbols on earth.

Here one can divide two (lips).

 

[Beam_of_lite]

I switch my av so often, I get turned on

Thanks ~

LMAO...your so cute!

 

[RhymeFairy]

LMAO...your so cute!

Your so bad ...


New word coming up my friends ~~

 

[RhymeFairy]

Forest:


Syllables: for-est
Parts of speech: noun , transitive verb

Part of Speech noun
Pronunciation fo rihst
Definition 1. a large area of land densely covered with trees and
other plants.
Synonyms woods (4) , woodland
Similar Words wildwood , grove , greenwood , wilderness ,
timberland , copse , thicket


Definition 2. the trees themselves.
Example They cut down the forest for lumber.
Synonyms trees (1) , timber (1)
Similar Words wood , logs {log1}

Related Words jungle


Part of Speech transitive verb

Inflected Forms forested, foresting, forests
Definition 1. to plant and grow trees on.
Synonyms wood (1)
Similar Words plant , reforest


....


It's that time of year my friends.
Enjoy a nice, long walk with this one ~~


Happy Writing ~~

 

[Sqoodd]

"He couldn't see the forest for the trees." Classic line. I am surprised no one posted it already.
"My God! that belongs in a forest!!" heard a number of years ago and a personal favorite.
"Run, Forest, Run!" No wait wrong forest.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Writing this am .... I was trying to get the mood right for forest.
I chose writing live for my venue, this is what happened ...


Awake, half asleep my forest
of dreams kaleidoscopic in
and out. a candy store of delights,
descends, overcoming
my subconscious. scouting
my favorite sweet,
while placing a call,

come my sweet

shop, share this nubbing jam
finger stirred. my witches brew,
whiffles- bemusing the senses.
whirling, swirling, a hypnotizing
halo of ginger-bread loaf - iced,
for bite. lollipop licks, lengthen
his yo-yoing slinky of life.

my peppermint pout - samples, scantly
touching tongue to tip, relaying
circles around his track, teaching
moderation in method, to sugar
up his licorice pole for another slow

come, my sweet

enjoy, crystallized confection, glazed in
a haze. mouth watering brittle,
dipped. diluted by praline kisses, melting
his pot as honey dew drops- slowly
trickle out.

....

I ended up " giving up " because I had to go to work. Upon my arrival at home, horn-dog that I am and thinking ALLLL day this ... was my first thought. I am embarassed to write this plain and simple but .... It had to be said :


I want to

suck you dry, spit
out your nuts, then revisit, rebirth
another orgasm. Taking my time. Playing
out these mind games with, flowers, bubbles
strawberries and wine. A pina colada to
get you drunk. So I may take advantage
and pounce - upon your prick, suckling,
spanking, nipping - thrashing out
every dream made possible
from our long distance -- door-to door
service. Come, cum - play .....


'nuf said about tha dang'ed forest for me.

 

[Many Feathers]

Ah yes...

RF's my muse here.

The Forest is my lust, so thick I can't see through it.
The canopy of limbs above, erotically entwined, decadent in it's embrace.
The sunlight blocked, like the reasoning of my soul
The chattering of forest creatures, the mumblings of muted pleasures.

The babbling brook nearby, a cumfall of erotic passion,
The smells intoxicating, vibrant, earthy in their wanton fragrance.
The bed of earth, leaves, twigs and moss, frenzied sheets all undone
The discharge of desire, ecstasy's eruption, like rain falling on your face.

 

[Sqoodd]

If pubic hair is shaved, is that de-forestation?

 

[lorencino]

If de-forestation, kiss the ground better

 

[Sqoodd]

If de-forestation, I would love to be the lumberjack. I’ll bring the implements of desolation. Any female volunteers?

 

[RhymeFairy]

I leave words
to dance and play,
to have their own way.

Inspiration, spirit, not
a bow. Just a cool descent,
of stand strong and never

bend with arms waving
and endless roots, to cover
the world in a leaf like pursuit.


...


playing with words ~

 

[Many Feathers]

Am I?

Am I aroused?

Yes I think I am.

And Frankly Scarlett,

I don't give a damn.


Am I anxious for a friend soon here?

A threesome, mesome...

lend me your ear.


Will we dance, will we smoke?

Will we laugh, will we joke

Will we sit in the tub

and rub a dub dub?


We will do that and more

I am willing to say,

two clitty's to lick

and she's now on the way.


Yes I'm horny and hard

I'm more than willing to say

I've been stiff and erect

for most of the day.


Just thinking of of them

all entwined and together,

while I stand there and watch

and tickle them both with a feather.


Ok so it's silly,

what I've shared here with you.

But an hour from now

I'll be fucking...and you?

 

[Sqoodd]

Ok so it's silly,

what I've shared here with you.

But an hour from now

I'll be fucking...and you?

In an hour, I will be thinking of fucking.

 

[RhymeFairy]

Free Thoughts ~~

I've been listening to Air Supply. As far back as I can remember my mother had me listening and dancing to music. I love to have it playing in the background throughout the day. Recently I haven't gotten to listen to it, I've been so busy working and going that it's and endless day full of nothing but chasing the kids and my tail. Tonight I listen ... enjoy and rememebr ~~ I had thought Air Supply sung this song but I kept looking up the lyrics and it's leo Slayer who I have on my playlist .. stumped me all night that did ...

.....


When I Need You
Leo Slayer


When I need you
I just close my eyes and I'm with you
And all that I so wanna give you
It's only a heartbeat away

When I need love
I hold out my hands and I touch love
I never knew there was so much love
Keeping me warm night and day

Miles and miles of empty space in between us
The telephone can't take the place of your smile
But you know I won't be travelin' forever
It's cold out but hold out and do I like I do

When I need you
I just close my eyes and I'm with you
And all that I so wanna give you babe
It's only a heartbeat away

It's not easy when the road is your driver
Honey that's a heavy load that we bear
But you know I won't be traveling a lifetime
It's cold out but hold out and do like I do

Oh, I need you

When I need love
I hold out my hands and I touch love
I never knew there was so much love
Keeping me warm night and day

When I need you
Just close my eyes
And you're right here by my side
Keeping me warm night and day

I just hold out my hands
I just hold out my hand
And I'm with you darlin'
Yes, I'm with you darlin'
All I wanna give you
It's only a heartbeat away

Oh I need you darling


...


Making Love, Out Of Nothing At All
Air Supply


I know just how to whisper
And I know just how to cry
I know just where to find the answers
And I know just how to lie
I know just how to fake it
And I know just how to scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And then I know just when to dream

And I know just where to touch you
And I know just what to prove
I know when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you loose
And I know the night is fading
And I know the time's gonna fly
And I'm never gonna tell you
Everything I gotta tell you
But I know I gotta give it a try

And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I know all the rules
And I know how to break 'em
And I always know the name of the game

But I don't know how to leave you
And I'll never let you fall
And I don't know how you do it
Making love out of nothing at all

Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all

Everytime I see you all the rays of the sun
Are streaming through the waves in your hair
And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes
Like a spotlight

The beating of my heart is a drum and it's lost
And it's looking for a rhythm like you
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright

I've gotta follow it 'cause everything I know
Well it's nothing till I give it to you

I can make the runner stumble
I can make the final block
And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle
I can make all the stadiums rock
I can make tonight forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
I can make you every promise that has ever been made
I can make all your demons be gone

But I'm never gonna make it without you
Do you really want to see me crawl
And I'm never gonna make it like you do
Making love out of nothing at all

Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all
Making love, Out of nothing at all


......


If you have a favorite song that helps you relax, write, melllow out ... post it and have fun ~~ Corny me eh ... but I am having fun, lol ~~

 

[Sqoodd]

First of all I want to say that I love this song. Thank you, RhymeFairy, for choosing to post it, but I have a question about it.

Making Love, Out Of Nothing At All
Air Supply


I know just how to whisper
And I know just how to cry
I know just where to find the answers
And I know just how to lie
I know just how to fake it
And I know just how to scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And then I know just when to dream

And I know just where to touch you
And I know just what to prove
I know when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you loose
And I know the night is fading
And I know the time's gonna fly
And I'm never gonna tell you
Everything I gotta tell you
But I know I gotta give it a try

And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I know all the rules
And I know how to break 'em
And I always know the name of the game

But I don't know how to leave you
And I'll never let you fall
And I don't know how you do it
Making love out of nothing at all

Ok, he says he knows how to do these things (listed above), but he does not know how she creates love 'out of nothing at all'. Sounds to me like a male that does not show his feelings. According to the words, he could be a professional athele that has spent time away from her. Also sounds like a woman who is trying to keep the relationship together even though he shows her little affection.

Everytime I see you all the rays of the sun
Are streaming through the waves in your hair
And every star in the sky is taking aim at your eyes
Like a spotlight

The beating of my heart is a drum and it's lost
And it's looking for a rhythm like you
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright

I've gotta follow it 'cause everything I know
Well it's nothing till I give it to you

I love this. He has things, but they mean nothing to him until her gives them to her. Sounds like an 'ex-wife'.LOL

I can make the runner stumble
I can make the final block
And I can make every tackle at the sound of the whistle
I can make all the stadiums rock
I can make tonight forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
I can make you every promise that has ever been made
I can make all your demons be gone

But I'm never gonna make it without you
Do you really want to see me crawl
And I'm never gonna make it like you do
Making love out of nothing at all[/b]

I have had this entire sentiment for one particular woman, but she rejected it along with me. We could have been so good together. She said, 'No' and 'no' means 'no'.

Any thoughts?




Right now, I enjoy D Krall version of Cry Me a River (see above note)


Diana Krall » Cry Me A River
Now you say you're lonely
You cry the long night through
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you

Now you say you're sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you

You drove me, nearly drove me, out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, I remember, all that you said
You told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and

Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove that you do
Come on and cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
I cried a river...over you...



This is another favorite.

Diana Krall » Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
I walk along the street of sorrow
The boulevard of broken dreams
Where gigolo and gigalette
Can take a kiss without regret
So they forget their broken dreams

You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow
When you behold your shattered dreams
And gigolo and gigalette
Awake to find their eyes are wet
With tears that tell of broken dreams

Here is where you'll always find me
Always walking up and down
But I left my soul behind me
In an old cathedral town

The joy that you find here you borrow
You cannot keep it long it seems
But gigolo and gigalette
Still sing a song and dance along
Boulevard of broken dreams

 

[RhymeFairy]

I can see you've taken some time to get down with it. Nice .....

Ok, he says he knows how to do these things (listed above), but he does not know how she creates love 'out of nothing at all'. Sounds to me like a male that does not show his feelings. According to the words, he could be a professional athele that has spent time away from her. Also sounds like a woman who is trying to keep the relationship together even though he shows her little affection.

Could almost be commitment issues, if not for the rest of the song eh ~ I agree with the lady trying to keep it together but it seems he is also. He just has a hard time " showing it " imho ~


I love this. He has things, but they mean nothing to him until her gives them to her. Sounds like an 'ex-wife'.LOL

One of my fav. parts too.

I have had this entire sentiment for one particular woman, but she rejected it along with me. We could have been so good together. She said, 'No' and 'no' means 'no'.

Any thoughts?




Right now, I enjoy D Krall version of Cry Me a River (see above note)


Diana Krall » Cry Me A River

Now you say you're lonely
You cry the long night through
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you

Now you say you're sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you

You drove me, nearly drove me, out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, I remember, all that you said
You told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and

Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove that you do
Come on and cry me a river
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
I cried a river...over you...



This is another favorite.

Diana Krall » Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

I walk along the street of sorrow
The boulevard of broken dreams
Where gigolo and gigalette
Can take a kiss without regret
So they forget their broken dreams

You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow
When you behold your shattered dreams
And gigolo and gigalette
Awake to find their eyes are wet
With tears that tell of broken dreams

Here is where you'll always find me
Always walking up and down
But I left my soul behind me
In an old cathedral town

The joy that you find here you borrow
You cannot keep it long it seems
But gigolo and gigalette
Still sing a song and dance along
Boulevard of broken dreams

I like your fav's too. Seems we have a lot in common. Like I said, I love listening to music when I am writing, mostly oldies, sad stuff orrrrrr sexy stuff. Nothing quiet gets me in the mood to write ... opens the channels and says, let'r flow ~~ Jus' sayin'. Thank you for your post. I really enjoyed thinking it through like that ...

 

[RhymeFairy]

Posted this on Writing Live earlier today .... If I write on another thread I usually bring'm back here to keep a collection.


I can look up pictures
I can listen to seductive, sexy
like music. I can fold clothes
and cook dinner - but what I choose
to do on this precious day
off is ... spend it - with you.

I know you're at work, I see
so many times in memory
where I snuck under desk
and demanded my
MY
satisfaction. You
were always the winner
the one who would
come up, with a
smile. I'm here ...

still listening to Neil Young, searching
for his heart of gold but ...
but,
but
I want to crawl into bed
with you. Cross your oceans, map out
every pore that makes you
you.

I recall our Walmart escapades,
Silver Springs and driving icy
back roads. It all comes down to
us,
driving each other - pushing
the bar above
and beyond. Taking

what we want. Showering
our universe with
every dream possible. I sit,
imagining us together
taking the day by storm
and eating every morsel
of strawberries 'n cheese,
off each other. Still, I sit
knowing, tomorrow
is a new day and we -
have just begun ...



Still trying here ... Where is everyone's writes? Grrr, now I have to go and find some inspiration ~~ *WEG* ....

 

[Sqoodd]

I like your fav's too. Seems we have a lot in common. :

I agree that we seem to have a lot in common" including, but not limited to your avatar. WOW! You change so often, I Get Turned On!!

Like I said, I love listening to music when I am writing, mostly oldies, sad stuff orrrrrr sexy stuff. Nothing quiet gets me in the mood to write ... opens the channels and says, let'r flow ~~ Jus' sayin'. .

I think that defines Diana Krall's music and choice of songs. Both of these songs have been recorded before. She quiets my mind so I can write.

Thank you for your post. I really enjoyed thinking it through like that ...

You're welcome. I had those thoughts through my head and I have thoughts on other music.

 

[Beam_of_lite]

A very odd night and an odd morning

I woke up with this song planning in my head


Blinded By The Light

Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder feelin' kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band

And she was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright

Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
He says: "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin' the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance

Yeah he was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
He got down but she never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight

Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
She said I'll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break,
And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride,
Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier
Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card,
he said, do what you like, but don't do it here
Well I jumped up, turnedaround, spit in the air, fell on the ground
Asked him which was the way back home
He said take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then boy, you're on your own

And now in Zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar tune
Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon

And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night,

Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw
a gap but figured he'd be all right

He was just blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh but mama that's where the fun is


Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)

 

[RhymeFairy]

A very odd night and an odd morning

I woke up with this song planning in my head


Blinded By The Light

Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder feelin' kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers daddy's within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band

And she was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright

Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
He says: "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone watchin' the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance

Yeah he was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
He got down but she never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight

Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
She said I'll turn you on sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break,
And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride,
Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin' backyard bombardier
Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card,
he said, do what you like, but don't do it here
Well I jumped up, turnedaround, spit in the air, fell on the ground
Asked him which was the way back home
He said take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then boy, you're on your own

And now in Zanzibar a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car hummin' a lunar tune
Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon

And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night,

Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw
a gap but figured he'd be all right

He was just blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh but mama that's where the fun is


Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)

Worthy song choice !!! *ThumbsUp*

Music, like poetry has so much imagery and "soul" ... I guess that's my point. When we get inspired by all these images it is conductive to ... pouring it out of us. ... imho ~~ Almost like being surrounded by it and it has to go somewhere eh ~~

Beam .... that song also ... has part of your name in it, could this be why it "stuck" to your mind??? lol ~~

Love ya lady ~~

 

[RhymeFairy]

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I agree that we seem to have a lot in common" including, but not limited to your avatar. WOW! You change so often, I Get Turned On!!


I think that defines Diana Krall's music and choice of songs. Both of these songs have been recorded before. She quiets my mind so I can write.

You're welcome. I had those thoughts through my head and I have thoughts on other music.

Reading your siggy lines, this is what I've established .... ~~


you thrive on the dive, looking
for her honey pot hive, to to suckle
her nectar, you must shackle
and direct her ...


growl ....


Good morning friends ~~

Have a great one ~~

 

[Beam_of_lite]

Worthy song choice !!! *ThumbsUp*

Music, like poetry has so much imagery and "soul" ... I guess that's my point. When we get inspired by all these images it is conductive to ... pouring it out of us. ... imho ~~ Almost like being surrounded by it and it has to go somewhere eh ~~

Beam .... that song also ... has part of your name in it, could this be why it "stuck" to your mind??? lol ~~

Love ya lady ~~

Actually it was more like this...

I had a day from hell at work..came home hit the Bailey's stumbled out of bed at 5:30 hit the freakin light switch and it was like "Holy Shit,I'm blinded by the light"...and then the song started...and wouldn't shut up

 

[RhymeFairy]

Actually it was more like this...

I had a day from hell at work..came home hit the Bailey's stumbled out of bed at 5:30 hit the freakin light switch and it was like "Holy Shit,I'm blinded by the light"...and then the song started...and wouldn't shut up

Well heck ... if that's how it happens my theme song would be

I Can't Get No


Satisfaction ....