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last updated 10/15/08
It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free. ... - Tom Robbins
Blue, but you are Rose, too,
and buttermilk, but with blood
dots showing through.
A little salty your white
nape boy-wide. Glinting hairs
shoot back of your ears' Rose
that tongues like to feel
the maze of, slip into the funnel,
tell a thunder-whisper to.
When I kiss, your eyes' straight
lashes down crisp go like doll's
blond straws. Glazed iris Roses,
your lids unclose to Blue-ringed
targets, their dark sheen-spokes
almost green. I sink in Blue-
black Rose-heart holes until you
blink. Pink lips, the serrate
folds taste smooth, and Rosehip-
round, the center bud I suck.
I milknip your two Blue-skeined
blown Rose beauties, too, to sniff
their berries' blood, up stiff
pink tips. You're white in
patches, only mostly Rose,
buckskin and saltly, speckled
like a sky. I love your spots,
your white neck, Rose, your hair's
wild straw splash, silk spools
for your ears. But where white
spouts out, spills on your brow
to clear eyepools, wheel shafts
of light, Rose, you are Blue.
- May Swenson
originally published at poems.pinkfist.net
Fri, November 21, 2008 - 3:04 PM
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The world is poetical intrinsically and what it means is simply itself. Its significance is the enormous mystery of its existence and our awareness of its existence. - Aldous Huxley
" I paint my own reality. The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration."
"La vida es como la espuma, por eso hay que darse como el mar”
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. -Rainer Maria Rilke
about me
i am interested in telescopes and windmills. i am drawn to muses, portals, and human chiphers; seekers of the infinite, beauty, grace.
shira loa and the nevstar
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country. -Anaïs Nin
I believe in coyotes and time as an abstract. -Michael Stipe
March 31, 2006
This sexy gal has made it her goal to convert me to the Dark (straight) Side. You may have overheard her favorite saying: "If we can get two women on the Supreme Court, we can get one on Aaron." And, with her propensity for jumping up and straddling me at parties, her hot Brittney Spears dance, and her recurring appearances in my dreams, it won't be long before she's won that battle.
February 16, 2006
It's the FP anti-Valentine's Day party, Bitterness, Inc. and I'm hard-pressed to find anything to bitter about in life and love. Luckily, Nevada comes to my rescue, providing the bitter vibe I was desperately lacking; resplendent in a meshy sort of bra that doesn't even need to do any support duty on her oh-so perky rack, low-slung black and red leather pants, stacked boots, and her hair, which, as usual, she manages to make look sleek, sexy and wild, seemingly all at once. I nudge my friend and point my bitter chin in her direction stating; "Remember Nevada? If she wasn't my friend, I'd hate her." Following where I'm looking, taking in the rack/pants/boots/hair, my friend smiles and, conspiratorially and in full agreement, nods. Then we go down and say hello to Nevada, and she says something friendly and welcoming and then we're off, to dance our sweet bitterness away.
February 13, 2006
hey there hippy, you should join myspace :D
LOVE YOOOOOOOO!
January 29, 2006
someone once mistook me for Nevada and it was one of the best compliments I've ever received. This woman has a presence and strength to be reckoned with... that I look forward to being in the company of in various planes and lifetimes.
November 28, 2004
Today is Nevada's Birthday. True to form, her mailbox is full, with well-wishers and ball-breakers, while she is outside climbing brecchiated granite.
Nevada is one of the few people who, like a mandelbrott series, remains equally sublime dynamite no matter how far or near you are, or how well you know her. Pinkfist all the way to the core. She has no patience for sloppiness or incompetence, but will listen for hours about affairs of the heart and head.
Many people misunderstand machiavelli to say that it is better to be feared than loved. She is the rock queen and, true to the prince, is both feared and loved, a rare thing indeed.
She is here for good lovin'. which means love, but it damn well better be good, because if it isn, even if she doesn't kick your ass, you can be sure I will. Happy Birthday, Nevadoom.
November 9, 2004
This girl puts Dan Savage, Dear Abby, and Isadora Allman to SHAME.
Dancefloor pink fisted game warden.... if you don't listen to what this chick says, you'd better watch your hiney.
July 28, 2004
ooo were going to cause some trouble together soon for sure.
October 27, 2003
NV is my twin. As a Gemini, that's not something I take lightly, nor should you -- we have the synchronized power to hit you from both sides, from neither of which will you see us coming, either rescue you or destroy you (perhaps both), and then disappear into the night.
September 15, 2003
trouble. pure adult-rated trouble.
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