Sensual metaphors

[tungtied2u]

pheromones and hormones
plucked ribs and sucked bones
the meat of the matter
engorges ands splatters
the honeyed milk of love

 

[My Erotic Trail]

pheromones and hormones
plucked ribs and sucked bones
the meat of the matter
engorges ands splatters
the honeyed milk of love

okay, I'll have to play off of Tom's Av <GRIN

Tear this world in two
to make it new
perhaps a mistake by
those who first housed the sphere
seeking a brighter future
then again, perhaps man
has not this option
as two massive palms
pulls the world in two
giving half to those that were evil
and the other to those that were good
and how long will it be
before he tears them in half again?

 

[bluerains]

okay, I'll have to play off of Tom's Av <GRIN

Tear this world in two
to make it new
perhaps a mistake by
those who first housed the sphere
seeking a brighter future
then again, perhaps man
has not this option
as two massive palms
pulls the world in two
giving half to those that were evil
and the other to those that were good
and how long will it be
before he tears them in half again?

to respect the force...half light...or ...

 

[bluerains]

Thank you all for the

metaphoric delights...and in return a gift ...October 17, will be a Cosmic Trigger..return to peace and love...


17 days in your counting

remaining until the 818 (17th Oct 2006)
thought-to-matter gateway/ accelerator beam
touches your atom-sphere

to choose love and peace
or hate and war
you have already chosen

fear assumes the language of love
pretending, wanting to make you safe and at peace
it gives you boundaries and a program to rely on
it promises to take you where you want to go
when its real hidden agenda is to never get you there

fear is an exclusive club
love is an inclusive paradise
you will know them by the fruit they bear

choose the path of love and peace

in your hearts and thoughts
focus, words and song
actions and feelings
experiences and articulations
in your giving and receiving

always and forever in every moment in your time
choose the path of love and peace

it is simple, really / reality / real-eyes.

on the border of your waking minds
there is another world and kind
where darkness and light are one
as you tread the halls of sanity
you feel love's gravity
pulling you into another time.

Blue/R.

_________

PS: many are into analysis paralysis mode, trying to quantify, qualify, justify, nullify this 10-17 event.

Simply, you can choose this gift to make a change for what serves you and your earth.

There is nothing more really to add or say.

It is simple choice in all your words and actions, cosmically, locally, physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually

in every moment here, forever and beyond. It doesn't just have to be for 10-17, but for all instances.

For years and decades have struggled with Blue, in a tug-of-war of sorts to understand this existance and personal journey and simply i don't think i can get the message and clearer and purer than above.

Please give and share.

To 10/17 or not to 10/17. That is the Choice.

Raphiem..

 

[My Erotic Trail]

metaphoric delights...and in return a gift ...October 17, will be a Cosmic Trigger..return to peace and love...


17 days in your counting

remaining until the 818 (17th Oct 2006)
thought-to-matter gateway/ accelerator beam
touches your atom-sphere

to choose love and peace
or hate and war
you have already chosen

fear assumes the language of love
pretending, wanting to make you safe and at peace
it gives you boundaries and a program to rely on
it promises to take you where you want to go
when its real hidden agenda is to never get you there

fear is an exclusive club
love is an inclusive paradise
you will know them by the fruit they bear

choose the path of love and peace

in your hearts and thoughts
focus, words and song
actions and feelings
experiences and articulations
in your giving and receiving

always and forever in every moment in your time
choose the path of love and peace

it is simple, really / reality / real-eyes.

on the border of your waking minds
there is another world and kind
where darkness and light are one
as you tread the halls of sanity
you feel love's gravity
pulling you into another time.

Blue/R.

_________

PS: many are into analysis paralysis mode, trying to quantify, qualify, justify, nullify this 10-17 event.

Simply, you can choose this gift to make a change for what serves you and your earth.

There is nothing more really to add or say.

It is simple choice in all your words and actions, cosmically, locally, physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually

in every moment here, forever and beyond. It doesn't just have to be for 10-17, but for all instances.

For years and decades have struggled with Blue, in a tug-of-war of sorts to understand this existance and personal journey and simply i don't think i can get the message and clearer and purer than above.

Please give and share.

To 10/17 or not to 10/17. That is the Choice.

Raphiem..

this is awesome! I love being a Libra <grin

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I found it... Here...... thanks blue (~_~)

 

[tungtied2u]

when you have a craving
for a treat
I could be the sweet
you're saving,
to wrap your lips around
a cherry licorice whip
for when you're feeling down

I'm not going anywhere
know when the urge hits,
you know where to reach
for just a taste
in haste, or a long lustful chew
I can satisfy

why do I wait?
I'm bait for an addiction.
with the conviction
that once you begin,
I'll be in, for the long haul

 

[My Erotic Trail]

when you have a craving
for a treat
I could be the sweet
you're saving,
to wrap your lips around
a cherry licorice whip
for when you're feeling down

I'm not going anywhere
know when the urge hits,
you know where to reach
for just a taste
in haste, or a long lustful chew
I can satisfy

why do I wait?
I'm bait for an addiction.
with the conviction
that once you begin,
I'll be in, for the long haul

<bigrin'

"Now, that ... I like!

 

[bluerains]

brings to mind

when you have a craving
for a treat
I could be the sweet
you're saving,
to wrap your lips around
a cherry licorice whip
for when you're feeling down

I'm not going anywhere
know when the urge hits,
you know where to reach
for just a taste
in haste, or a long lustful chew
I can satisfy

why do I wait?
I'm bait for an addiction.
with the conviction
that once you begin,
I'll be in, for the long haul

a dream cycle..dripping with sweet vanilla cream

 

[My Erotic Trail]

a dream cycle..dripping with sweet vanilla cream

<grin
rocky roads
with chocolate syrup abreast
and a cherry (~_*)

 

[bluerains]

Lifeboat

Riggings remain
along lines gravitated
to the seas of final destiny
in watercolor thumbnails.

There is no language here
in the scenes of sea foam ,
yet ,
you remain in skinned flickers
of a collapsing surf ,
silently searching for a lighthouse
rocking beneath tides of tired prayer.

 

[bluerains]

Tree Frogs of Oz

Aroused
by hovering dreams
of a firefly
sitting on her satin shoulder,
she inhales chanting
blue fairies dancing
by the lake in roots
of a dead willow
swallowed by swollen offerings
of silt flowing from the mountains
of life’s amphibian bones.
Outside beneath her rain soaked window sill,
anura are having an orgy.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Aroused
by hovering dreams
of a firefly
sitting on her satin shoulder,
she inhales chanting
blue fairies dancing
by the lake in roots
of a dead willow
swallowed by swollen offerings
of silt flowing from the mountains
of life’s amphibian bones.
Outside beneath her rain soaked window sill,
anura are having an orgy.

I thought of this when I saw your signature <grin (I like!)


Wendy's Bitchin' Broom
by My Erotic Tale ©

Wendy was at
the "Ye ole Shoppe,"
a morning of
shop till you drop.
She bought a second hand
broom and a mop.
'She needed them'
she thought.

With her arms full
she walked home along the road.
She said,
"I could use some help, I suppose."
Then her broom
came to life and arose.
Looped her bags
and carried her load.

"This is Bitchin!"
Wendy said.
As she curiously
scratched her head.
Walking along
a floating broom.
That carried her things
to her room.

The broom kissed the mop
as it laid it down.
Scattering 'goodie' bags
all around.
Wendy was amazed
at what she had found.
Tired from shopping
she decided to lay down.

The broom zoomed beside her
and laid down as well.
Wendy figured
the broom's under a spell.
She rolled over
and fondeled the tiny bristles.
The Broom began to hum
and then whistle.

Then like a hummingbird
it flew about the room.
Wendy shouted,
"Are you possesed little broom?"
The broom shot to Wendy
with a quick zoom!
The coo coo clock chimed
that it was now noon.

That sound sent the broom
into a heated frenzy.
Spread out it's bristles
that were tathered and frizzy.
The long wooden shaft
swelled and then grew.
Till it look like a penis
Wendy began to coo.

The broom knew
where to put it in.
It humped at Wendy
again and again.
The broom shaft changed
till it fit her size.
Filling her fully then
spread a bit wide.

Wendy laid back
and relished in it's pleasure.
This new gift
that was obviously a treasure.
She felt her jucies flow
and come in a gusher.
Giving her an orgasim
that was un-measured.

She laid back
with a smile like a coon.
The broom laid beside her
in one quick zoom.
Back to hard wood and bristle
whistling a tune.
Her new bed buddy
Wendy's, Bitchin Broom!

 

[bluerains]

hm

am wondering...does a texan ride on a broom... or does he want to be swept away by a bucking witches moon...

I thought of this when I saw your signature <grin (I like!)


Wendy's Bitchin' Broom
by My Erotic Tale ©

Wendy was at
the "Ye ole Shoppe,"
a morning of
shop till you drop.
She bought a second hand
broom and a mop.
'She needed them'
she thought.

With her arms full
she walked home along the road.
She said,
"I could use some help, I suppose."
Then her broom
came to life and arose.
Looped her bags
and carried her load.

"This is Bitchin!"
Wendy said.
As she curiously
scratched her head.
Walking along
a floating broom.
That carried her things
to her room.

The broom kissed the mop
as it laid it down.
Scattering 'goodie' bags
all around.
Wendy was amazed
at what she had found.
Tired from shopping
she decided to lay down.

The broom zoomed beside her
and laid down as well.
Wendy figured
the broom's under a spell.
She rolled over
and fondeled the tiny bristles.
The Broom began to hum
and then whistle.

Then like a hummingbird
it flew about the room.
Wendy shouted,
"Are you possesed little broom?"
The broom shot to Wendy
with a quick zoom!
The coo coo clock chimed
that it was now noon.

That sound sent the broom
into a heated frenzy.
Spread out it's bristles
that were tathered and frizzy.
The long wooden shaft
swelled and then grew.
Till it look like a penis
Wendy began to coo.

The broom knew
where to put it in.
It humped at Wendy
again and again.
The broom shaft changed
till it fit her size.
Filling her fully then
spread a bit wide.

Wendy laid back
and relished in it's pleasure.
This new gift
that was obviously a treasure.
She felt her jucies flow
and come in a gusher.
Giving her an orgasim
that was un-measured.

She laid back
with a smile like a coon.
The broom laid beside her
in one quick zoom.
Back to hard wood and bristle
whistling a tune.
Her new bed buddy
Wendy's, Bitchin Broom!

 

[My Erotic Trail]

am wondering...does a texan ride on a broom... or does he want to be swept away by a bucking witches moon...

TEXANS HAVE 'PICK-UP TRUCKS'
driving around looking for stranded witches with broken brooms <bigrin

 

[bluerains]

you spanked my muse...ty

TEXANS HAVE 'PICK-UP TRUCKS'
driving around looking for stranded witches with broken brooms <bigrin

Queen of the broken broom...

Evening star moves light across broken dunes.
I race alone into the fierce sea breeze,
hoping to sail with the moon , gripping the edge of kite tail clouds,
roll pieces of my heart in its thunder to shake me to
bare bones and waken my mary queen of chance.
I wanted to be the jargon of your new age...
and ruler of your Atlantis,
but, my wings are grounded, mortality worn.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Queen of the broken broom...

Evening star moves light across broken dunes.
I race alone into the fierce sea breeze,
hoping to sail with the moon , gripping the edge of kite tail clouds,
roll pieces of my heart in its thunder to shake me to
bare bones and waken my mary queen of chance.
I wanted to be the jargon of your new age...
and ruler of your Atlantis,
but, my wings are grounded, mortality worn.

bows (~_~) humble

duct tape, bailing wire and bubble gum
spitting and sputtering across the moon
the witch hanging on to her broom

 

[bluerains]

bows (~_~) humble

duct tape, bailing wire and bubble gum
spitting and sputtering across the moon
the witch hanging on to her broom

Will she catch that cowboy!!! ah...he's racing for that cheap tart from the halloweeny saloon...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Will she catch that cowboy!!! ah...he's racing for that cheap tart from the halloweeny saloon...

awwwwww... that is so cool! (~_~)

 

[bluerains]

Does anyone know what

this means metaphorically? I puzzle to solve for self...maybe..but, any thoughts would be helpful..thanks...blue


Title: Artist: MIKE OLDFIELD Song: To France
I


Taking on water,
Sailing a restless sea
From a memory,
A fantasy.
The wind carries

Into white water,
Far from the islands.
Don't you know you're

Never going to get to France
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
Never going to get to France
Could a new romance ever bind you?

Walking on foreign ground,
Like a shadow,
Roaming in far off
Territory.
Over your shoulder,
Stories unfold, you're
Searching for sanctuary.
You know you're

Never going to get to France
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
Never going to get to France
Could a new romance ever bind you?

I see your picture
By the lamp's flicker.
Isn't it strange how
Dreams fade and shimmer?

Never going to get to France
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
Never going to get to France
Could a new romance ever bind you?

I see your picture
By the lamp's flicker.
Isn't it strange how
Dreams fade and shimmer?

Never going to get to France
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
Never going to get to France
Could a new romance ever bind you?

Never going to get to France.
Never going to...
Never going to get to France.
Never going to...
Never going to get to France.
Never going to...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

beats me <grin

We had an eventfull weekend and during the course of mingling with the children, one child related every thing to a video game, it is what we can associate things with that makes us compare this way so here goes...

sounds like the queen mary (perhaps a ship/ or the queen) will never make it to france. Which is probably a good thing anyway, the french are like their dressing <grin tart. Sorry I could be any help with this one blue <grin

 

[bluerains]

my thoughts

thats its a modern day queen of scots ideal now what is that to the french connection..I am working on for a piece I want to do...what didn't Mary do with the french that needed to be fullfilled..thats an idea...ty...

beats me <grin

We had an eventfull weekend and during the course of mingling with the children, one child related every thing to a video game, it is what we can associate things with that makes us compare this way so here goes...

sounds like the queen mary (perhaps a ship/ or the queen) will never make it to france. Which is probably a good thing anyway, the french are like their dressing <grin tart. Sorry I could be any help with this one blue <grin

 

[bluerains]

what was Mary

showing us in her hangings...it relates to modern new age in some ways...

http://www.marie-stuart.co.uk/embroidery.htm

 

[bluerains]

Mary's Poetry on the French Connection

http://www.marie-stuart.co.uk/poetry.htm

 

[bluerains]

Muswell Revisited

Eyes sting
below black water,
kneeling knee deep.

A soul weeps in baptismal
surrender.

Icy entity bestirs
susceptibility .

Candied krustallinos
drinks rogue angel.