August 25, 2008

Okay. I'll vote for New York, already! Yeeesh!

(gotta love Sting too, ya know..."Englishman in New York..")

~(no reading..just red, tonight.)~~


(EDIT:THIS VIDEO REMOVED BECAUSE I SAID SO! :)

~x~so,SinfullyAnon

August 24, 2008

Here we go!


Aquarius (January 20 - February 18)
Life is rather weird right now, so see if you can out-weird it! Your nuttiest ideas might be perfect for keeping things together and it may very well be that you're in the right place to make it all happen!

~x~
Stick around..it only can get better!:)

August 23, 2008

SinfullyAnon's Long Island Music Pick!

The next time you're wondering when the next, great, band, will emerge from Long Island, New York....(W/ a tip of the hat to Maroon5)...

..think of "Stealing Jane."
jus' sayin,' kids..:)





Rock out,..Sinfully.

~x~SinfullyAnon.

August 19, 2008

August 15, 2008

First "official" POST
Will be Posted,
by Will,
On September 16th, 2007.

[Please read my introduction below. Thank you.]

Love you, Will.


First "official" POST
Will be Posted,
by Will,
On September 16th, 2007.

[Please read my introduction below. Thank you.]

Love you, Will.


August 10, 2008

The "Ex-Pat" Love [2nd. Revision]

After his arrival, it would take months,
(maybe, years) for him to digest every nuance of her.
There was, in her manner, so much he'd only half-see;
taking her in fully, but, not completely.


His tongue played lightly over her belly;
traversing the smooth island of her abdomen,
and the fine, Andalusian, curves of her buttocks.


The Language of Love doesn't shout,
with frustrated incomprehension, he’d said to her;
whispering in the dark ..


..as, her head tipped back, and she lifted herself;
raising her hips from the bed.

**

[Later,...much, later,

after I'd fully gathered her language,

(her inflections, her Spanish-Spanglish prosody)
a paired intimacy would be realized, incorporated;

yes, the sex, the fucking, the "making love," and, "the humpty-hump," became, all of a piece.


Our own, timeless, motion, ..

a moving forward.]


**

Each night, in his exile,
(counting his blessings, along with the coins in each pocket)
the poet found a new voice, with her~~

in her, New words, emerged, as they did,

from the Old World.

"The body in love", she replied, ~~[in, all coyness]~~

"fills itself with each stolen moment. Time's heartbeat, changes each word, each breath. It's a universal thing, love.

Love is, just that...to me,...


...To me, your cock speaks volumes of Poetic Love.
(Don't laugh, it's true!) Volumes and Volumes.

Don't believe, then. I should spank you, my poet; however, my mouth is ravenous and, at the moment, you're too present;

like, some banner, unfurled, above the town square."


[How he ever escaped his Homeland,
more alive than dead,
would forever be a mystery:


Fate, threw him across the ocean;
while, further back, tanks rolled into his Country
and bulldozers destroyed his home;
his words, clutched in his hands;
a carrying case of papers and phony documents;
the rushed agitation of pulling clothes from hangers and drawers,...

...strewn about the room, on the bed;
chairs, tossed about,
lying like four-footed animals, about the room;
broken dishes, pulled from cabinets, and flung onto the floor;
his sister, in a nightshirt, crying in a half-lit corner of the sitting-room
and bent over, clutching her stomach, with a bloodied hand;
a raised voice, a hand slap, a head turned to pulp;

and, Time flows backward,
with a shot fired, and a leap in the dark...


...His possessions, hastily given flight.

His ankle, twists, and cracks, as he makes contact with the pavement;
and, the sound of his pain, muffled by the sirens,
the sirens...the screams, and gunshot.]


**
He speaks her language now;
his own, seems like dust in his mouth.


[The woman who saved him, appearing on the docks, a vision:

**

Freedom.

With mourning and compassion and light and love, (as, his family, slowly, departs);..

..scattered now, and, aligned with the four points of the compass; destination, unknown. He feels too old, to be so young.]


**

Now, as she takes him, whole,
into her mouth, his head turns toward the window

.. the windowpane.

**

He is engulfed, and smiling.

A soft breeze,

sways the gauze curtain:


First love,...

...a second revision.







~x~SinfullyAnon.
o8/10/o8


August 9, 2008

Numbers...Sequence/poetry [2006]:


[14] Listen, my love, and I'll tell you a story

[13] Which leans on a lamp-post, or basks in Town Square

[12] Never to know pains, or the sorrows, some share.

[11] We'll cast ourselves Character's

[10] In Play's yet to write

[9] No thoughts interrupted

[8] Or, curses, in sight..

[7] As long as you're with me,

[6] To grin at my jokes;

[5] To enter a comment, that's quickly revoked----

[4] I'll tell you a Story,

[3] A story so true,

[2] The only One hearing the Story

[1 ] Is you.

~x~ SinfullyAnon.

August 8, 2008

Going Blind @ Work!

Oldie...but, very Goodie!
~is it Safe? lol!




~kisses~ SinfullyAnon

August 6, 2008