I see you walk towards me, your dress caressing your thighs

as it is blown by a gentle breeze

just after you'd turned your head and your eyes lit up

over your smile of pleasureful recognition

I could have fallen thankfully to my knees

for your obvious beauty, yes

And you're much more than that

Your sultry sexiness, yes

But you're much more than just that

Your intelligence, yes

And you're so much more than... (continue reading)

 Death to love..

That tough, tender, bitterly sweet emotion

That holds me captive in its velvet prison

I curse, I rant, I rave, I swear

I must escape this thing that holds me near

Death to love...

That makes my forehead shine with beads of sweat

I will fight on, I will defeat it yet

I envy those who easily turn to hate

Whenever thoughts of love they contemplate

Death to love, I say...... (continue reading)

LOVE POEMS. Posted 5/5/08 Some of my male friends and I have been wondering why is it that women who write poems about their men refer almost exclusively to the man's sexual prowess and his expertise at laying pipe. If this theme varies, its about their broken hearts. Rarely, if ever have we seen (or heard) poems about how the man takes care of home and family, his courtesy and kindness, and his awareness of his social responsibilities. I know the women say they want all these qualities in... (continue reading)

Infinite divinity Posted 4/30/08

This fleeting moment of mortality

Mere interruption in infinity

We go on and on thru eternity

Essence of ultimate divinity

We are nothing if not divine

My life is yours, and your's mine

I found myself and

I am you.

We can really live Iniversal life

if so we choose

Or just see it through.

I came, I saw, I sat upon a chair--

Then I drew near and lent an ear

Listening attentively to the lyrical expressions

Of my brothers and sisters as they lay bare

Emotions of love and joy

Of care and pain and fear

Making me think

As I sip from my drink

Yeah... I'm really diggin this scene

(.Blokkowowowowww)