Wow
This morning purposeful words fail me
Wrapped in your arms
My body tingling with the memory
of your hands in dark places
In your scent
My lungs ready to explode
trying to hold the exquisite
fragrance of your skin until I see you again
In your sounds
My ears straining to hear yet another sound
escaping from your lips to reach my mind
Intoxicated in your touch
Is there any place you haven’t enflamed with your touch?
Is there any place you haven’t found to incite even more desire?
Enveloped in your mouth
I long for you
in ways I haven’t even begun to imagine
My body desires you
as my mind seeks to understand you
Longing for the exploration
of personal boundaries
among beatific and unknown possibilities
Could you hook me any deeper?
Yes
I believe you could
And will
Wow
You are such an amazing mind
You are such an amazing soul
You are such an amazing man among men
Fortune favors those who grasp for chance
and I’m certainly glad that we’ve taken this chance
to see where the future-now lead us
Archive for » December, 2008 «
Community isn’t a bad thing but conformity to community can be mind-numbing and diseased for the mind and soul. Someone being individualistic is a great thing, but isolation from others is … well … isolating and not healthy. Nobility and courage is a key to happiness even though it brings daunting trials. Justice is about overcoming obstacles, doing the right thing, and standing up for what is right even in the face of horrible consequences. And always tell the truth even if it brings down the world around you.
It is the winter solstice, the longest night of the year.
I emerge from this night with my soul intact:
it is whole but fractured;
it is complete but damaged.
This is all I have to offer myself.
This is all I have to offer the universe.
This is all I have to offer anyone who will accept it
as it is,
for what it is worth,
and with the love that it deserves.
It is me.
It is who I am for right now.
It is the beginning of a catharsis that will twist and turn until it is complete.
It is the ending of a torturous past that was all fraud and all lie, all tooth and all nail.
There is a new dawn.
There is a new light.
There is a new time.
Still cold.
Still dark.
Still quiet.
But full of promise and potential under the bitter ice of experience.
This starts a new road into the spring of my life.
New life awaits under these sheets of deceptively beautiful snow,
real life just waiting for the warmth of the sun’s love.
This is me continuing on with the journey.
This is me continuing on with the task.
This is me continuing on with being me.
The future is what you make of it. You cannot purchase a future in a package. A future doesn’t come shrink-wrapped in the freezer section. And you cannot steal a future from someone else. A future cannot be sold for any price or given away for free.
One of the problems with thelemic authors—including myself—is that they do not “presuppose the kingdom they seek to disclose.” This is different than the close-minded, doctrine-laden, mainstream thelemic lines that attempt to impose an orthodoxy of silence or, conversely, the pharisaical monad of dichotomous mental gymnastics. The Law of Thelema amounts to a truism not a treatise no matter that its own Prophet wrote copious amounts of utter garbage to load down the Law with more bullshit than Yahweh’s levitical code. But the Law of Thelema does presuppose a particular ‘kingdom of god,’ so to speak, that is inherent to the message itself and to which there is absolutely a referent within the text that is comprehensive and coherent. If we are not going to take that message seriously then there is no reason to expect that anything we write on the subject will be taken seriously in return.