The Sunrise Coffee House

[Tequila Sunrise]

I kind of need a place to post random thoughts and snatches of poetry. Thought I'd start a new thread rather than clutter up those of my friends. Y'all feel free to post whatever you are inspired to write. . . Here's a start:

In the darkness, she calls to me across unknown distances.
She haunts my dreams and resides in the recesses of my mind.
My fantasy lover.

She bolsters my ego, makes me more of a man.
She whispers to me of simple truths I should know, but have forgotten.
My fantasy lover.

In restless life, I walk with her ever beside me:
A dream so real I can fell her presence in my soul.
I wonder if she knows how I yearn for
My fantasy lover.

TS

 

[Jail]

What a great idea, TS


The soothing words
and charming ways,
made me yearn
until those final days.

An encounter so pleasant
the weather so fine,
The soft summer breeze
Against these soft cheeks of mine.

Time will not stand still
for us to savor,
Time does not owe me
this small favor.

Emotions and thoughts
fading away to naught,
Memories and moments
Will not be forgot.

 

[Jail]

The whisps of her golden hair
blow softly across her cheeks
As she looks out to the sea.

His memory still burns in her mind
His smell and touch surround her
As she looks out to the sea.

The ship sails to the horizon
Disappearing into the sunset
As she looks out to the sea.

A single tear falls slowly
from her emerald green eye
As she looks out to the sea.

Thinking of his wife and child
And how happy he will be,
She turns away from the sea.

 

[done_got_old]

What a great idea.

 

[Tequila Sunrise]

TY y'all. Very lovely, jaily.

TS

 

[Jail]

TY y'all. Very lovely, jaily.

TS

thank you, TS. I'm only getting started

 

[Jail]

The twinkling of grey-blue eyes
Looking down and searching mine,
His face taut and serious
While his actions thrust so fine.

Bodies becoming one
Juices begin to flow,
My back arching and twisting
As my face begins to glow.

He grips me tightly, almost painfully
His fingers dig into my skin,
Thrashing underneath him
As our grunts and moans begin.

Exploding hard together
Cries and screams fill the air,
Drops of sweat profusing dripping
From his face into my hair.

Our lips melding together
In a tender soulful kiss,
Spasms now subsiding
As we sleep in contented bliss.

 

[Tequila Sunrise]

Shall I awaken from this life? Is there an end to this strife?
The poet in me awakens from his slumber and denies my hope.
"Melancholy makes the sweetest music, and your muse is a fickle bitch
dressed in leather, eating your soul for lunch."

Let her crush me! Let my heart sing sad songs for sympathetic simpletons who don't know my pain!

The artist dreams of freedom from his art.
The chance to soar above his need to sing, dance, sculpt, or paint his life.
But his muse, ever vigilant, breaks his wings in midflight and sends him . . .
Crashing into Hell.

 

[Raidho]

Live mic night at the coffee house.

Bravo

 

[Tequila Sunrise]

Live mic night at the coffee house.

Bravo

Leaving the mic on, leaving the stage and going to bed. Good night, PGers! Who's next at the mic? I'll catch up later.

TS

 

[Jail]

The sweet and pure heart outward, the bitch who lurks inside,
Held at bay for none to see, the pain and suffrage aside.

Woe is the man who dares pierce her soul, to reach the core within
At first awakens a tenderness, eventually to give in.

To her temperment and oddities, he timidly approaches near
As they fall awkwardly, becoming one, the greatest of her fear.

Crying, whimpering, lashing out, she fights to keep control,
His kindness and comforting, his determination to reach her soul.

Pushing him aside, becoming the bitch she knows too well,
He withdraws his feelings, leaving her in her unhappiness, to dwell.

 

[Buttah]

A place to post my random thoughts? TS do you know what you are letting yourself in for?

 

[Tequila Sunrise]

A place to post my random thoughts? TS do you know what you are letting yourself in for?

No, but I'd love to find out.

TS

 

[Buttah]

No, but I'd love to find out.

TS

I'm no poet but I can sure talk a bunch.

 

[Buttah]

~Leaving some flowers to brighten up TS' new place.

http://www.send-flowers-india.com/gifs/flwarrangements.jpg

 

[Tequila Sunrise]

~Leaving some flowers to brighten up TS' new place.

http://www.send-flowers-india.com/gifs/flwarrangements.jpg

Thanks, sweets.

 

[Tequila Sunrise]

Everyone has his hour of reflection;
Mine is the witching hour.
The time when shadowy figures fill the corners of my imagination,
When all things seem magnificently important.
This is the hour of my greatest triumph (and tragedy).

There lurks beneath the surface,
During sunlit days and early evenings spent with friends in jovial conversation,
A dastardly darkness in the recesses of the mind
Devouring civility and propriety,
Stripping away pretense and moving me towards introspection.

I cannot hide.

 

[Buttah]

I could listen to you all day TS.

 

[Tequila Sunrise]

Perhaps you should listen a little less and clean out your mail, darlin.

TS

 

[Buttah]

Perhaps you should listen a little less and clean out your mail, darlin.

TS

Ooppsss sorry sweets ...

 

[Jail]

*grabs a coffee to go*

morning, TS

 

[Tequila Sunrise]

*grabs a coffee to go*

morning, TS

Hurry back whenever your muse calls.

TS

 

[Jail]

Hurry back whenever your muse calls.

TS

We'll see

 

[Buttah]

My random thought for the day. I seem to make a mess out of everything lately on Lit. To top it off I say hi to old friends and they don't answer.

 

[ccnyman]

Random toughts:

Can't imagine how Butter can ever think that. Guys keep sniffing around waiting for her. Someone did notice you were on his thread finally. Yes, Red must be getting old.