Shallow Thoughts From A Deep Pool

bruises...

obliquity — Tue, 05 Jul 2005 11:46:48 GMT

bruises on your skin gifts of his generosity blues of his sin blacks of his demons within fragile is your body broken is your smile blows of kindness killed your heart death by survival who will stop the pain? the cycle of violence regurgitates the soul mitigates tears flow like rain blood flows from his blame silent withstander frustrated bystander bruises on our skin --arg

51 FLAVORS

obliquity — Wed, 29 Jun 2005 11:43:50 GMT

I'm not sure why, but I seem to have sex on the brain of late. I think 100+ degree days are taking their toll on my internal thermometer. Anyhow, I digress. I've recently been considering how my sexual tastes have seemed to vary more the older I get. Perhaps, this is the natural progression of things. But, it strikes me odd that things (or acts) that I would not have found at all appealing or erotic at one point, sorta do it for me now. Now, I'm not saying I'd run out and try everything that crossed my filthy mind. It's more about the whole fetish/kink level and what you'll allow yourself consider. Maybe it's just like everything else in life, our appetites ebb and flow. Seasons change. Today's flavor may just surprise you. Can you feel me?

SQUIGGLES

obliquity — Tue, 21 Jun 2005 23:21:33 GMT

Sometimes I think we're all a bunch of squiggles. Very tangled and intricately entwined squiggles. Some god or goddess drew us on a vast expanse of nothingness. We might not all be the same color or size, but eventually parts of you are tangled with somebody who is tangled with somebody else and so on until your back to yourself. Like a big ball of string, we are all squiggles.

LUST

obliquity — Mon, 20 Jun 2005 20:48:01 GMT

When the temperatures outdoors start their precipitous rise, it seems there is an internal body thermostat that acts in kind. Lust is a strange creature. It's malleable like a lump of clay. Yet, it has the power to leech your energy and drive you to the brink of madness. Lust and its possibilities radiate like the sun. Lust. It's a good thing.

Comfortably Numb

obliquity — Sun, 19 Jun 2005 18:53:36 GMT

For the most part, I'm one of those people who likes to feel. Whether it be elation and happiness or despair and sadness, the release on the body, emotions and head is therapeutic. A good cry does the body good. A belly laugh does the heart well. Then there are days where every feeling loses its edge. These are the days where numbness is not my friend.

COLLIDE

obliquity — Fri, 17 Jun 2005 21:58:31 GMT

My soul longs to crash. My arms long to hold. Lost on this orbit, I just keep with the revolution. Bracing for impact. Hoping for intersection. Longing for collision.