If you build it, they will come.

I’m not an artist or a poet, I tried my best though! Paint by numbers is much easier.
To paint you a picture is more complicated than you just following the link, but I understand.

A poem:

Trying new things you never thought of,
things you used to think were weird.
Like rope play and bondage,
and a girl's favorite place for a beard.

From Daddies Doms and littles,
girls who comfortably regress in age.
A caregiver whose guidance is needed,
can really make somebody's day.

There are still things to be explored,
things still yet to be found.
Sharing these experiences with someone,
is what makes the world go 'round.
 
I’ve found poetry to be pretty words of the fantasy of life, not the reality. I wonder if poems would be so beautiful if they depicted life as is?

I would post in the roses are red thread. Much more crude.

Roses are red
Violets are too
I’m simply a tease
Blue balls for you
 
I’ve found poetry to be pretty words of the fantasy of life, not the reality. I wonder if poems would be so beautiful if they depicted life as is?

I would post in the roses are red thread. Much more crude.

Roses are red
Violets are too
I’m simply a tease
Blue balls for you
Poetry as life is?

The day breaks away from the darkness,
but is always on the run.
Darkness is always chasing close behind,
until the day is done.

The shadow of life as we know it,
is where the demons live.
The weight of life is heavy upon us,
I have no hope left to give.
 
You need to start posting in the poetry section as well. Do you enjoy writing?
 
The voice thread was always fun. A lot of people sound totally different than what you imagine.

You could do an immersive art experience. An audio that guides people through pictures you have posted. Inappropriate comments to be expected.
 
The voice thread was always fun. A lot of people sound totally different than what you imagine.

You could do an immersive art experience. An audio that guides people through pictures you have posted. Inappropriate comments to be expected.
What about inappropriate photos?
 
Hand Painted Sky, is the title of this photo. Native legend says that Paint Boy swipes his brush across the sky, creating the stunning sunset colors for the Great Creator. I was fortunate enough to take this photo. Each year after Christmas, I plant my Christmas tree in my yard. I now have many, and these few are set in this beautiful view.


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I dont have words for how much I love this, both the photo and the tradition.
 
Stopping by to say hi. Do you have snow yet? I love snowy pics. I haven’t been in this thread in such a long time, but I saw your name the other day and made a mental note.

Happy Monday!
 
Popping in to say Hey :) Thought of you the other day when I listened to some FM. Hope you're doing ok. x
 
When I first saw this one it struck me as a piece for the turbulent late 60's and early 70"s, Nam, the Panthers, hippies, peace and love mixed with the horrors of war.
That's a good perception. It was chaotic then as it is now. The pineapple grenade would have been time period correct for Vietnam.
 
I remember watching pictures from Nam every night on the news with my mom. Some were pretty horrific left a lot of images in my brain. I can't imagine what the guys over there saw and heard. The chaos today is bad, it makes me worry for the younger generation coming up. But then when I was young, I heard the elders saying the same thing about my generation and yet we survived okay.
I remember footage of Vietnam on the television also. I think between that, the Jesus freaks, and the music, it was not only a turbulent time, but an amazing one as well.
 
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