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I have existed from the morning of the world, and I shall exist until the last star falls from the heavens. Although I have taken the form of Clay Lowe, I am all men, as I am no man – and so, I am a God. – Clay Lowe 2.0...
how do i love thee?
From a poet to her Internet lover: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I’ll get my husband to eat horny goat weed and promise him sex in the woods. Once there, I’ll slash his throat and stab him in the chest. Then we can run away...
do you think that’s air you’re breathing?
My wife thinks I’m crazy. My friends shake their heads in bewilderment. Even the cats look at me funny. Why? Because I get up in the morning between 4:00 – 4:30am each day apart from the weekends when I generally get up between 5:30 – 6:00am. Getting up at such...
who would you be if time, money, and resources were not an issue?
Create some space right here right now that you can step into right now and be who you want to be and do what that person would be doing right now…let go of any mind made pressures or obstacles… Who would you be? And what would you be doing? Who...
what the internet knows about you
We all love the Internet. Find out what the Internet knows about you. And if you’re feeling a bit voyeuristic, try typing this URL in your friends, coworkers, or enemies computer: http://www.whattheinternetknowsaboutyou.com/
things that make you go hmmm
Marc and Angel of Hack Life fame, have created a new website called Makes Me Think. If you are looking for a change in perspective about life, it’s worth a visit. Most of the entries, a sampling of which I’ve included below, really make you go hmmm. “Today, at my...
desire
Her breasts bounce in step with each step on the step master they bounce, Like over-filled water balloons on a string, they bounce. Sweat drips slowly between her crevasse We lick our lips like on a hot summer day, standing before a merchant’s stall of freshly cut water melons, full...
two live wires
It isn’t nice to be naked. Two live wires, hot, exposed, to dangerous to touch together under the night sky. Dark, unyielding, no moon to light the way toward salvation and bliss. A kiss delivered on velvet lips awaiting the morning dew to deliver parched lips from a thousand nights...
on keeping a journal
Thomas Moreton said that there was no point in keeping a journal if your life didn’t change significantly each day. Well trying to write this journal daily highlights the fact that on a day to day basis my life is pretty much the same or maybe I am just not...
in search of peace
III. in search of peace I searched for peace but could not find her on the troubled city streets I climbed a mountain seeking peace in the clouds, but saw only gun-smoke rising from heated barrels I listened by a babbling brook for peace’s soothing song, but heard only the...
my salvation
one day i took beauty in my arms; she had perdition on her breath and her touch was salvation so i assaulted her.
follow your own muse
i am tired of being a prisoner shackled by time, held in place by fear, brainwashed to believe the should’s and should not’s while my inner self screams be true to yourself fight the good fight and the universe will reward you if you follow your own muse
walk for water haikus
cotton ball clouds float panorama patches blues green fields spring anew african people to drink still muddy water walk four miles a day bare tree alone stands spring time leaves no fruit to bare roots dug deep in time
blank pages
blank pages opened shuffled like cards aces and deuces wild shall i fill them up like joanna beneath the stars leaned back against the monkey bars of our youth? how she tasted sweet then, her pages easy to fill the thrill of a first kiss more mysteries revealed blank pages...













