Steps dancing through my thoughts
Twirl of green sundress
Wild and free
Her hand in mine
Pull her in
Arms around
Till eye to eye
Heart to heart
A kiss
The dance begins again, together
Month: June 2016
Solstice
The world is turning
dipping to lowest ebb
til transition at brightest peak
my love resplendent in her power
I my weakest
the mantle passes from the hot gold fecundity of the summer moon
to the cold sharp quiescent winter sky
this would seem to paint us rivals
opposites in struggle
but
these moments of transition are the hours of our lovemaking
an epic titanic love
which seemingly makes us lonely
but there are other worlds
other transition
the bitter winter of space itself
the fierce nuclear fire of the stars
our love is the universe
our lovemaking the acts that foster change
we are love bound together
played out in dances big and small
Dance with us
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Doors flung wide
Paralyzed by joy
Like singing birdsong from a frog’s throat
This jumbled moment second hour
Lacking only your touch
Your voice
Your you
And the swiftly building possible
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Song for the day
I know this is late but I challenge you not to be at least chair dancing to this song
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Brain gone twisty
I will sometimes fumble a situation pretty badly and I can’t help myself and I’ll try to right the ship until I realize that I’m doing more damage than good. But that urge to keep going back and trying to fix it.
Even in those instances where it’s just my screwy brain giving me mixed signals. Because I think logically but guided by emotion. It’s a pretty delicate balance and when something goes twisty you’ll see an emotional shotgun post. But when the twisty involves someone I care for, In this case the goddess of my heart, it looks like uncertainty and chaos. With corrections and communications until I see what’s happening and apologize and back away. I don’t know what that looks like from her side. I hope its not too off-putting.
It is a two sided coin though. I can see when it’s happening with others and be their support until they are out of the woods.
I guess I just needed to talk it out. Thanks for reading.
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Think You Couldn’t Possibly Lose Your Amazon Publishing Account? Think Again.
There’s this indie author I know a little bit from the Kboards.com forum. Her name is Pauline Creeden, and she’s an ordinary midlister, like so many of us. I remember PMing her some time ago and gushing about how particularly beautiful one of her book covers is — the one for Chronicles of Steele: Raven.
Here, I’ll include an image. Gorgeous, eh?
Anyway, today I tuned in to Kboards and noticed that Pauline had started a thread. It contained what’s surely the worst news possible for an indie author: Amazon had closed her publishing account. All her ebooks had been taken off sale. Permanently. Here’s the email she got from Amazon:
We are reaching out to you because we have detected that borrows for your books are originating from systematically generated accounts. While we support the legitimate efforts of our publishers to promote their books, attempting to manipulate…
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Information junkie: storyteller edition
I wonder if the modern interpretation of the Mayan calendar, in that the world was to end on December 27th, 2001 was incorrect. That our calculations hadn’t accounted for something and 2016 is the year the 5th world ends. This would explain the escalating tragedy as icons and celebrities fall, and as death piles onto death.
Or perhaps the 5th world had died and we are in the tumultuous birthing of the 6th and what we are seeing now is the visible manifestation of those changes just now hitting the public consciousness with the deaths of iconic or, at the least, famous people.
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Hearts entwine
Hold me in your arms, my love
As I hold you in my heart
Hold me in your thoughts, my love
For though the miles part us
We will never be apart
Our souls have found each other
Across the vast distance of circumstance
Falling deeper and deeper
Until we’d woken from our trance
My love is neverending
And day by day it grows
This love is always wending
Midst your gardens groves
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What poetry is
There is a certain amount of yearning and wanting that goes into poetry. In my case it’s generally about wanting love or touch or sharing moments in time with someone I love or am touching.
Even poems about the wind softly blowing in the breeze have a wistful melancholy that wants for nothing more than a hand to hold or lips to kiss. It’s that deep striving for a path to the beginning. Stories are different, stories are about building world’s and believable prose, trying to get the reader to the place that their suspension of disbelief kicks in and they become transported.
Poetry is about exposing the innermost workings of your heart, of your soul. Exposing everything you are including your fears and needs and desires and sorrows, exposing it all to connect for that fleeting moment with another person. That moment when they see you and recognize themselves and in doing so are a little freer, a little better for knowing that they are not alone. Or at least that’s the hope.
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Looking at the numbers
I am wondering why the post My Rules For My Submissive is the highest viewed page other than the Home Page. Is it that rules for subs are just not posted or that my rules are simple or something else? Just a thought
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