I have my addiction

I have...

The urge to use,
The urge to touch,
The urge to smell,
The urge to my addiction.
Its been awhile
I last met since.
My-oh-my addiction
Fulfill my indulgence,

My sweet piles of moolah~

crap of life

Life imitates art.
Arts gives life.
And so,
Life gives Life?

Am I? Did I?
I crap my life.

PRO-FESSIONAL, Yes I am

Your lines are wrong, your vects too high,
My shout wouldn’t hurt a fly
Who am I to judge? Well I
am a PRO-FES-SIONAL
I am who I know
All my clients tell me so

I can show you how it’s done
Not like THAT, like THIS you see?
Come inside
I can show you better in my ass!

Galactic race of Death

Last night I dreamed of death,
The sound of death,
Caught in a galactic race.

Find the lovely Princess Death,
Charm my soul with your sadden less.
Guiding me on roadless roads,
Leading me to the vicious witch.
Vicious witch almost did me in.

When up was down I had to spin.
I am tired and need my rest,
But I dare not nod off lest
These strange dreams hit me like a cub.
Mama alas, that’s a rub.

The Garden of Everything

The Garden of Everything

Here you are
Daylight's star
Made out of miracles

Perfection
Of your own
You Alone
O so incredible

Each atom
Sing to me
"Set me free
From chains of the physical"

O free me, O free me

The mirror melts
I'm somewhere else
Inside eternity

Where you on
Outstretched wings
Sing within
The Garden of Everything

Where memories
Call to me
Backward dreams?
Or phantom reality?

Call to me, they call to me

And so here we are
Lovers of Lost Dimensions
Burning supernovas of all sound and sight
Every touch, a temptation
And for every sense, a sensation

Eyes of pure
Deep azure
Quite unbelievable

The sun's daughter
You've been made
Not to fade
Quite inconceivable

Each atom sings to me
"Set me free
From chains of the physical"

O free me O free me

A love like ours
A starry flower
Through seasons and centuries

As rivers reach the sea
You'll reach me
With songs of your symmetry

A small boat
There will float
To far off coasts
The Isle of Infinity

Come with me. O come with me

Here we'll see
Love's lost tree
Made out of miracles

Emotions, crystal leaves
To cover me
And you in eternity

Each atom sing to us
Through the blood
"Love is a miracle"

Sings softly, it sing softly

And so here we are
Lovers of Lost Dimensions
Burning supernovas of all sound and sight
Every touch, a temptation
And for every sense, a sensation

And so here we are
Twin stars of brilliant brightness
Lanterns lit by life for all the depths of night
And every day will return us
To arms of the ever eternal

And so here we are
So far from earthly orbits
Burning supernovas of all sound and sight
Where every day will return us
To arms of the ever eternal

A Thought of the Day

A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read "Puppies For Sale." Signs like that have a way of attracting small children and sure enough, a little boy appeared under the store owner's sign. "How much are you going to sell the puppies for?" he asked.
The store owner replied, "Anywhere from $30 to $50."
The little boy reached in his pocket and pulled out some change. "I have $2.37," he said. "Can I please look at them?"
The store smiled and whistled and out of the kennel came Lady, who ran down the aisle of his store followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur. One puppy was lagging considerably behind. Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, "What's wrong with that little dog?"
The store owner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered it didn't have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be lame. The little boy became excited. "That is the little puppy that I want to buy."
The store owner said, "No, you don't want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I'll just give him to you."
The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner's eyes, pointing his finger, and said, "I don't want you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I'll pay full price. In fact, I'll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for."
The store owner countered, "You really don't want to buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies."
To this, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. He looked up at the store owner and softly replied, "Well, I don't run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands!"



"Weathering the Storm"from Chicken Soup for the SoulCopyright 1993 by Jack Canfield & Mark Victor Hansen

When our fantasy met sublime

My heart beat paced impatiently,
Gliding fingers down your throat.

Licking your seductive collar bones,
As you pant with sighness of desire.
You smooth my breast with your pair of anticipating hands,
As you bite my swollen arousing lips.
Its silky, its tender, I felt it.
As you suck my lips with your lovers bite,
Till all your soul is mine.
As we swim into our paradise of lust,
All fantasies met sublime.

As our sensual womanhood inter-twined,
We couldn’t wait no more,
How much more time shall we have to wait?
When our silk soaking thongs are wet.
As I lead on,
Penetrating my desire in you.
You release a sigh of pleasure.
And as you follow on,
You pierce your thickness in me.
I felt your wet index,
In and out, in and out.
Yes we heard it, our squeachy squachy wet.
You got me sexcited, ah yes!
Our pace speeded, our pants fastened..
Up and down, as our gliding progress,
I felt our nipples rub, our abs smooths
As our grips tighten, our stares harden,
Looking anticipating deeply in our eyes.
Both, we know, we are coming…
Pace pace-less,
Breath breathless,
As we scream for reaching pleasure.
We reached the peak,
I made your “O”, you made mine “O”
We gave a pant of release.
“How much I been wanting you”
You whispering to me,
As I end your sentence with my lavish kiss.
We embrace us with our silky arms,
Slipping under our lover’s spell, held by seductive charms.

Is it a SIN?

Is it a sin?
I see you lazing there,
your smile tickles my ear
Your contour aroused me
and as I smell your neck,
Your sigh urging me on
as our flesh gleefullyseeks to suckle needfully
our each touching inch.
Your soft moan impatiently waiting
and upward archentices my dreams of kissing you
in and out
as you hold me to your panting chest
urging my tongue to drink deeply into your wet desire.
Is it a sin to need you?
To brush your nipples of wanting erection
brushing over my lips of anticipation;
to listen to your screams oferotica moans;
to serve in your wild satisfaction.

Is it a sin wanting you?

"How Much Is That Puppy In The Window? "

My bones ache, my muscles sore, so tired I have grown, I sit within the small confines of this tiny cage I call home. Many friends surround me, lots of different breeds, They too share my aches and pains, with no humans to tend our needs. I am a bitch or so they call me, I hear its not a bad name, Lots of puppies I have whelped, to them its just a game. I sit and watch day after day, so many puppies being born, Where do they go, what happens to them, when from their Moms they're torn? I can see the grass growing tall and green, I long to sniff and feel it. I've never walked upon that field nor have they let me near it. Instead I walk upon this screen so hard, so rough so cold. My feet ache, my toes are sore, I'm exhausted and feel so old. My friends have told they lived in places, long before this one. Where humans touched them every day and with children they could run. I long to have just one human pet and kiss me, and maybe play a game. I know it will never happen, but I wish it all the same. Instead they bring another dog and toss him in with me, Another litter I must bear, there's no end that I can see. The little girl that sits beside me, cried out the other day, She screamed out loud then limp she went and the pups were taken away. She was gone but just a day, when her sister was beside me, she too had some more puppies, so small and weak and tiny. The other day they came and checked me, while my puppies were being born, "This ones too big, there's no use now, her insides are too torn" The scooped me up, it hurt so bad, the blood was everywhere, They never tried to help me, they didn't seem to care. They took me to that big green field, and laid me on the ground, The smell was heaven, and the ground so soft, I tried to look around. They covered me with more soft soil, I had nothing to fear. I closed my eyes and just relaxed, I knew the end was near. No longer do I imagine the feel of human touch, or how it feels to run and play, here I have so much. There is a great big colored bridge, and fields that go forever, I'm happy, I'm home, I'm someone's friend, it couldn't get much better."


Kathy Coffman

A Child's Fate

When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day. Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. The End "The Animals' Savior" Copyright Jim Willis 1999