Morning Songs 6
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Posted:Dec 18, 2014 12:59 pm
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2020 6:36 pm
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The Tie that Binds
I remember summer mornings
Sunlight on your hair
Deep water moving slowly
Magic in the air..
Skipping stones, singing songs
Summer,wont you stay?
Winter lurking around the corner,
Please stay away ...
Across space and time,
These are the ties that bind..
Run rabbit through the brambles,
Sanctuary find,
Springtime brings berry blossoms,
And fruit upon the vine ..
Nightmares are just dreams
With the grace of time..
If you awaken into darkness,
Look and you will find .
There is a light that shines,
This is the tie that binds ....
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Tribulation
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Posted:Nov 1, 2016 8:03 am
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2020 6:38 pm
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Mother and Father
Drank the poison ,
Inappropriately couched
Their rage.
But I drank
Cool ,clear water,
waiting for
summer wine
To age ..
October,2016
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New piece
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Posted:May 16, 2016 9:19 am
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" Daddys people were from Tennessee. . They came to Texas along with General Sam ..drawn ,as was Houston ,by the steady pull of promised prosperity .. There was land to be had ,acres and acres of it ..The bottom land along its eastern rivers was so rich ,that a sprig thrust into the ground would take root and sprout ..
It's alluvial plain was thickly forested with trees of countless variety,hardwood oak and hickory,tall pine with its soft yellow wood that was malleable and easy to shape .. The willow ,along the myriad creeks and branches, leaning over the slow moving water ,weeping for the lost moments .. the stately pecan ,graciously providing it's nutritious kernel to all ..
And the Magnolia, dogwood,crepe myrtle ,the Holly, a burst of color at eye level and above ..
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Morning Song 10
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Posted:Jan 12, 2016 10:52 am
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2019 8:43 pm
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The Drought of '33
I've seen the sun hot
In the Oklahoma sky.
The fields turning brown
And the creeks running dry.
I had a happy home ,
A good life ,a family
And saw it vanish in the heat
Of the drought of '33
Everybody knows that
A man has to live
Taking what he can
From what the good
Earth has to give.
But that heat
Was devil sent
I know it had to be
To destroy a man
The way it did
In the drought of '33.
Now the grapes I pick
Make the wine I drink ,
And a drifters life I know,
But someday I will lay
Me down and sleep
Where peaceful waters flow.
And if I live
To be a hundred ,
I hope I never see
Another heatwave
Destroy a dream
Like the drought of '33...
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Just wondering
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Posted:Dec 11, 2015 8:55 am
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2019 8:44 pm
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martial law in france.. troops on the streets of New York City .. the ' new trail of tears ' from Syria into eastern Europe .. the aggressive imperialistic move by the west into the middle east ..entire populations held in bond age by despotic elitists .. a wholesale acceptance of a social system designed to subjugate resource ,including labor, for the benefit of antisocial elements .. pervasive blind belief in total propaganda
Arent you a little curious ,at least ??
Worried ,perhaps ???
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Anthem
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Posted:Jul 26, 2015 9:53 pm
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2019 10:52 am
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It is better that
Your memory
Be a forest
Tangled thickly with
Trees and briars
Than a shifting
Sand duned desert
Burned barren by
Sun storm fires....
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Date Nite 17
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Posted:Jun 2, 2015 3:51 pm
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2020 11:21 am
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I snuggled in under Geralds arm and kissed him on the neck, letting my fingers caress his cock through his pants. . " We are" I agreed...
I could detect no symptom of his rumored impotence, his dick continued to grow.. I quickly unzipped him and it rose up out of the opened fly fully erect. kissed him once more and then lowered my head into his lap. . His cock was of average length and girth. .much smaller than Elliots,, but it was as hard as any I had ever had. .Its head was sleek and it pulsed as I swirled my tongue around it ..the shaft was thickly veined ,the skin stetched tight and velvety soft ,in contrast to the hard muscle underneath .. And I swallowed every inch. . As I sucked him, Gerald moaned and began to thrust up into my mouth. . I opened my throat and took him deep into it... Grabbing a handful of my hair he pushed my head down and pumped his hips up. I felt the head push into the back of my throat. .And then he came. . His cum filled my mouth.. I swallowed as quickly as I could. . But his release was massive. . I couldn't swallow fast enough to keep the thick semen from trickling thru my lips. .. I caught the stray drops with a finger and licked them back into my mouth. .
" Impotent? Yeah. .right" I thought. .He had just needed the right girl. ...
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Date Nite 16
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Posted:Jun 2, 2015 12:18 pm
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2019 8:46 pm
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My excitement kept pace with my confidence. . I was quite eager to go out among the party public. I wanted to feel eyes upon me. .I needed the affirmation of an easy acceptance. .. I craved the confirmation of this third gender ,of which I was most certainly a member. ..
On Saturday morning I gathered my things; clothes, shoes, make-up,and drove to Loris trailer. . Angel had promised to show me more cosmetic magic, so I intended to spend the afternoon experimenting. .Learning to blend and mix, finding out what went with which,and exactly where. .. She also had an impressive array of scented oils and lotions. . I wanted options. ..
Gerald arrived mid- afternoon and mooned around on the porch,occasionally peeking through the bedroom window,trying to see skin and wondering what we were up to. . Every now and then I would slip out and give him a ' promise' kiss. . I was' working the magic' ..successfully. .. He was caught. ..
It was a process ,complete with trial and error,ire and angst,but ,eventually I was ready. .
My minidress was bona-fide club wear. . The garterbelt and thigh highs ,and my black lace panties and bra, were discretely visible through its intricately patterned lace design. .
" Pullin' out all the stops tonight" Angel chuckled. . " Slut City,USA.. East Texas style." I was so willing to' strut' ...
At precisely 9 pm, Gerald arrived.. I grabbed my purse and we were off. ..
I slipped across the front seat and pressed my hip and thigh against Gerald. He pressed back and I could see his cock begin to swell against the fabric of his slacks. .I placed my hand on his upper thigh, allowing my fingers to brush lightly against the growing bulge. . Putting his right arm around my shoulder, he pulled me closer, turned his face to me and kissed me. .. " We are going to have a great time" he said. ..
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Date Nite 14
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Posted:Apr 20, 2015 8:01 pm
Last Updated:Dec 20, 2015 12:07 am
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It was almost dark before Elliot and I achieved that sublime sated state. .The guy was absolutely amazing. .His libido was as over-active as my imagination..And that was an achievement. ..but we did eventually reach complete sexual satisfaction. .
Lori had stopped calling from jail hours before. .Elliot told me that he was sure she had been released. After all, Angels father ran the Sheriffs department, and no way was he going to suffer the humiliation of his 's lesbian lover locked up for long. .I could only assume that the raid on the party was a blind error on the part of a misguided night duty police staff. .
Elliot made a call and confirmed that Lori was indeed safely at home.. I was worried that she would be angry with me for giving Elliot the blow job that had spurred the police action, but she requested my presence immediately...I quickly dressed and drove over to the double-wide. .Elliot went back to Houston, promising to call me later. ..
Angel met me at the door,smiling a 'cat that ate the canary' smile. .
" Wait till you hear this" she whispered. ..
Lori was sitting at the kitchen counter peeling potatoes..
"Alright" she said, smiling at me. ."That was what I would call a kickass party" She didn't elaborate further so I threw in 2 cents worth. .
" But you threw me out, Lori"
" No I didn't. . I just sent you home early. .Too much exposure not good for you. . Gotta leave 'emanating more. . Besides you were a little out of control.. You and Elliot oughta be ashamed. .Acting like a couple of hi school , .." she snorted. . " Damn sluts, both of you ."I scuffed the floor with a toe..
" It just wasn't like that"..I said,looking away,knowing that she was right..
"Now" she said" we're really gonna put you out there. . You have a date next Saturday nite. ."
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Morning Songs 8
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Posted:Feb 18, 2015 3:41 pm
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2019 8:48 pm
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Devoted
Summer turns to Autumn
Leaves begin to fall
I find myself wishing
To see you ,most of all,
And though you may deny
All that I do and say,
I still will see your smile ,
In every dawning day....
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letter 2
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Posted:Feb 12, 2015 4:37 pm
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2015 4:42 pm
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Jane. . Post it. ..its a great picture. .
Now where was I .,oh yes
I knew that those Boris and Natasha nasties would certainly want heir truck back and that the nastiest of that bunch would soon arrive on the scene so, of course, I made a hasty retreat.. headed south ,as it were... My first order of business was to call Donna and let her know that there were complications at work and I was coming home. .You knew we were cohabitating
on a farm just south of KC ,right ?
Any way, it was only a short drive so I went directly there. .It was in my mind ( what mind )I hear you Jane,quit preaching and listen. .My intentions were pure. .park the truck near Donnas house, call the Russians and tell them its location. .I figured that they owed me a ride home, at least! !
But when I arrived, bleeding and scuffed,torn and conflicted,Dear Donna met me in the yard, wild look in her already weird eyes,screaming and moaning alternately, about' gangsters, ruthless behavior, beseeching all of her various gods and goddesses to please open up the earth and swallow me.. She flew at me cursing and kicking until I scurried back up into the relative safety of the slightly purloined truck. . She ordered me off of her property and dialed 911 ... I was very confused. .As I drove away she dashed inside and brought out her glock...I ran like a rabbit. ..
My cell rang. .it was Rasputin again. .demanding the return of the truck. .this time he threatened legal action. ..I just kept shouting the lyrics to Led Zepplins' The Immigrant Song' ( I was sure that Stairway to Heaven would be innappropriate) I like both. .Don't you, Jane?? Anyway, ,what do you think was wrong with Donna,Jane? ? I'm still baffled. ..
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letter to a friend ..
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Posted:Feb 10, 2015 12:15 am
Last Updated:May 25, 2024 1:47 pm
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.....Wow, talk about earth shaking changes. .You have no Idea !! Things have altered incredibly here in twisted landscape of my life. .. in the past 72 hrs I've seen an emotional breakdown, been hounded by the Russian Mob,stolen a truck, been the object of police dragnets and finally come to rest in the heart of the alternative community of Houston Texas. ..my hometown. . ( I still may be a wanted woman Missouri) ..The tale, Jane, is a lurid one. . One that Will make you run for the bunker. .
This all started with a simple ' ghost in the machine' type mechanical breakdown. .I still don't know what went awry but nothing seemed to be working properly. . Deciding that I lacked the needed diagnostic skills, I called in the experts at the Kansas City Freightliner Dealership.... told them the symptoms and the further symptom that the first sympton caused. .They evidently failed to understand. . They fixed the problem that wasn't even there. .has that ever happened to you Jane. .? You know, they told you have a problem in an area that was a subsection of several subsections?
At any rate, the repair was never done. . My boss (A bona fide Russian Gangster) was called by the dealership and asked to censure me in the strictest term available.. both because I had wasted their valuable time and caused several cases of indigestion. ..
Well, of course I protested vehemently. ... at which point I was thrown out of the building and into street. ..bodily. ...
As I lay, bleeding copiously from several nasty abrasions,my cell phone chimed its 'keep on the sunny side' ringtone. It was the boss, Jane. . In a heavily Russian accented voice he shouted that I was guilty of spending company funds frivolous... Rudely severed the employment agreement, so to speak...Freaking fired me Jane. .Can you believe it. .I've never been so incensed. ..
He told to go get my belongings out of the truck and go. . Now, Jane, ,bear in mind, This is in the industrial region of Kansas City, filled with trucks roaring by in a noisy smelly cloud of sulpherous exhaust. . Machinery of many types squalling and stamping so that my teeth rattled, and ' busy beaver ' workers scurrying in all directions. .the point, Jane, is that it was dreadfully noisey. .and busy.
What were my options ? Given my financial situation, they were limited.. .extremely ! Very little money, no transportation, and two little dogs. ( .no leashes)
Consider these things, Jane, before you judge me for what I eventually did. .
Option one: fall to my abraided knees and beg forgivness from this crazed Russian Madman(who at this point was still raging from the phone at the end of my outstretched arm) implore him to reconsider an obvious misunderstanding, appeal to his innate decency. .
Option two:demand immediate payment of all pending pay,quote bylaws and give facts and figures...( no doubt this ,while the best option, was probably the least likely realized. .)
Option three: steal the truck and make a run for home. ..
I chose option three...
I know, Jane, that this was a daring and bold move. .. one that could very likely end in unmitigated disaster. .but I was steamed and a little unhinged by this hoodlums attitude,,I refuse to blame myself or attach any significant sense of responsibility for my brash actions. .I was driven to it. ..
More coming
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Morning Songs 7
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Posted:Dec 23, 2014 12:06 am
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2020 6:35 pm
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Free Flight
The thin red line marks the graph,
Charts the mountains which are life,
Fading fast ,see it plunge,
Shadowed valley predicts the night,
Yet feeble forces push the pulse,
A lonely token light,
Toward the mornings chosen moment,
Then release and free flight....,
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