Of course, this is redundant. Between the ebb & flow of life,
we try to put into words, what's gathered in the Spring,...
..abundance, of good and bad,
gone to market.
I know I'm losing touch,
but,
let me say it again:
Keep on, dancing...
...keep on.
~x~SinfullyAnon (send me a smile....o9/28/o8.11:21 AM)
September 28, 2008
September 26, 2008
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
September 22, 2008
Hey, wait a minute!
"Oh! Fall is here...Fall is coming!...Toot-toot, goes the whistle!"
**
The "Fall" Blog has arrived!
"Click" <<< me~!
September 16, 2008
September 15, 2008
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.]
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.
September 12, 2008
~~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.
September 6, 2008
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
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
September 2, 2008
September 1, 2008
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
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
~(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!:)
~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.
..think of "Stealing Jane."
jus' sayin,' kids..:)
Rock out,..Sinfully.
~x~SinfullyAnon.
August 19, 2008
August 15, 2008
August 13, 2008
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
August 6, 2008
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