Why Not Care?

Why not care? Current mood: bullied Category: Life

There may be those who wonder what in the heck is wrong with me.

While I care very much,

I find myself slipping away;
the secrets, the unspeakable,

the anger, fades...leaving a calm head.


Why should it be anyone's business

if I cry?

Stronger souls than I
have opened that door,

letting the river in...

...so,

Why not care?

~x~SinfullyAnon.o9/26/o8

Hey, wait a minute!

"Oh! Fall is here...Fall is coming!...Toot-toot, goes the whistle!"
**
The "Fall" Blog has arrived!
"Click" <<< me~!

COMMENT BOX POST [spam-free zone!]:

Unfinished Business:

3:45 AM:

TOD.
That's where it began,
and ended.
Clockwork, catching my tears,
once again.
Of these things, I could write everyday;

and, still the business of life,
would call us forward,

without,
undue, regret.

**
3:45 AM:

TOD (Three Years Later):

A father, struggles with his memories;
moaning, in his bed; mourning,
his life, his love.
A son, gathers his remorse,
with each cry through the walls.
A Mother, stands silently;
cast pewter, shined.
There is everything which breaks the silence
of our lives:

It echoes,
without fading,
in the hallway.

~sinfullyAnon. [September 16, 2008..rest now.]

Everything,...

...softly,

falls,

into place.

**

While,

lying in wait,
the Boatswain had been cresting through;

and, all Our,

so(-),

small,

justifications,

are now calmed water...

...all lowering,

to see

him

Home,

again.



~x~SinfullyAnon.

~~GO!~~!!!!!!!!

Aquarius (January 20 - February 18)
Friends and family may be clamoring for attention, but you need to put yourself first for now. It may feel awkward for a time, but if you keep going, you should find that it all works out for the best.

Sugasm #145: Sinfully Sugasm, again!

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #146? Submit a link to your best post of the weekby emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks
Being Civil
“They couldn’t understand what the appeal of a civil union was for us.”

Clandestine Rendezvous
“He turned around to kiss me and I melted.”

Hotel Sex
“The excitement is too much for both of us”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
You Can’t Make This Shit Up, Part 2

More Sugasm
Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Let’s Pretend…
Masturbaticon I
Our Peculiar Erotica
“Pay No Attention To That Man Behind The Curtain”
Taking Charge of Your Own Pleasure
Tease and Denial: In Defense of Subtlety
Things that make you go Mmmmmm

Sex News, Reviews & Interviews
Babygate Continues!
Vibrators of the Future

Sex Work
Pillow Humping Cam Pussy

BDSM & Fetish
Arms to the sky
Beads
brock’s Last Task
My surprise for Daddy
Naughty, Naughty…Nice
The New Pet (fiction)
A proper thank you
The Runaround.
Welcome to Kinky Sex Link

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Bare back HNT
HNT - Stripping for the Bath Brush - F/m Spanking Pic
Sasha Grey (NewNudeCity)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
8:55 - On My Way…
Asian massage parlors
Awakening
Brains in her cunt
The “Ex-Pat” Love [2nd. Revision]
Fantasy Friday: Lips Like Sugar
Hausfrau
In the Early Morning Darkness
Not Quite Poetry
On the Back of a Motorcycle
Release
Your first time with me

naughty revisited!

~x~SinfullyAnon [smile*]

The Naked Truth of Politics:

This week, we've all been learning about Sarah Palin (right?)....

...She's from Alaska. She's a Mommy. She plays Hockey. She was once a Sports Reporter. Her Daughter is 17, and pregnant [whoops! Guess they were right again, when the pundits said, "Juno is Pregnant with Humor!"]....what else...

...oh! She loves drilling. Drill, drill, drill,...She's pro-life (no abortion for her daughter.."you're gettin' hitched!" [it's ok..they're "in love"; Eighteen, sure comes quick!"]....

....You know, she's an all-American-gal! She lost the Miss Alaska Beauty Contest!..."HiMayor, how ya doin"....

...Damn,...I love politics!

So? You can't pronounce her name: Try this:

Just think of this phrase:

"She sure does PALE IN comparison with PARIS!"

~x~SinfullyAnon

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

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!:)

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.

B'sUp! (crash & Burn!)/"Clouds":

~x~SinfullyAnon.

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.

Sinfully Commercial!(a homage, collage, to da Bottom):

~x~SinfullyAnon.

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

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.

Going Blind @ Work!

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

Michael Mind Ft. Manfred Mann's Earth Band - Blinded By The Light (Sexy Clip)

~kisses~ SinfullyAnon

testing

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

[Please read my introduction below. Thank you.]

Love you, Will.

Can Will / Bill Survive MPD ? :

Can names change the Universe? How about many "persona's," given voice; and, a tremulous re-working upon the themes of ones life.

At this point in my life, (in the cyberworld) I'm known by many names. These names, aka's all, have brought me joy, as well as sadness; a name, my friends, can change a person.

[When you're born, you are given a name. The name becomes your skin; your laughter; and your life. Those who are in your orbit, see your parents, and your ancestors, in your name. It was given to you; however, what the name says about you, began in the mind of your Mother & Father.]

In the course of blogging, so many changes occurred; in real life, and in the Matrix [ie: what a blogger friend, and I,have called the cyberspace we share] my Universe expanded, (yes, it did!)...but, so did the physical & mental trials in my day-to day existence.

I don't know where this Universe, begins & ends for me.

What I do know, is that mostly, this writing and sharing has been a comfort; a piece of my heart (no matter how "naughty," or persona-filled.)

Let's try to get along in this Universe. I have hurt people, and myself in this Universe, but I know it was never intentional~~until, of course, I had to defend myself.

All we, as Bloggers, can do is try to share what we can. It doesn't really matter what name, or persona, we use. All we can do is hope for some type of understanding. Because the world can be a scary place, where a heartbeat~~each heartbeat~~can change an individual life, I've decided to "keep on, keepin' on," as the great Civil Rights Leaders said, 40 years ago.

Only this time, (and, Lord knows, there have been MANY TIMES!) I'll be using my "real" name. Instead of "Bill" I'm expanding this Universe, once again...

as,

Will.

I hope you'll join me, friends, for this ever-growing

Journey. I dedicate this blog, and all of those that came before it, to The Road Less Traveled. In the Spirit of the old poet:

Welcome.

Love, today & always,

Will. 8/11/07.....peace.

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