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    Anyone willing to share their artwork? Perhaps some poetry? Something shorter than a novel, preferably? Anyone? Anything?
    "The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind."
    -Humphrey Bogart

    "Sir, if you were my husband, I would poison your drink."
    -Lady Astor to Winston Churchill
    "Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it."
    -His reply

    "If God had intended us to drink beer, He would have given us stomachs."
    -David Daye

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    Um, okay.

    I have several. This one is on topic...

    Dancing Ivy

    I entered to watch
    The movement, the moment, the missing element;
    I entered to watch naked women dance.
    Drank a screwdriver, smoked a
    couple cigarettes
    and saw her:
    bending in the wind of her mind
    to the beat of the music.
    My heart fluttered as I watched
    this smooth limbed goddess
    entwined around a silver chromed pole
    gymnast muscles stretching inner thighs
    shadows guarding a mystical portal
    gliding over taut belly, past half-moon mounds
    I sat back. The music was over
    she left the stage. Another drink,
    another cigarette.
    It wasn’t planned, but when she walked
    out, dressed again, I had to express
    in some small shoddy way
    So I called to her and said:
    “I had no change before, to
    tip you, so here, take this�
    and gave here a clump of green paper.
    She smiled and accepted. My heart
    murmured again.
    Another cigarette, to cool my ardor
    control my wishing, my soulful clamor
    sipped up Vodka, watched misty dancers
    who were no longer real. My eyes
    seemed drawn instead to the
    woman who had smiled at me
    Now night air fresh on my skin
    the cool breeze wafting away
    my fantasy haze
    A moment captured,
    a moment almost lost; but for
    this paltry verse--and an empty purse.

    Incidentally, i wrote this poem on coctail napkins in a SC (for a dancer with the stager "Ivy"), it is a rarity for me in that it all came kind of at once. I didn't edit it much, this one is pretty much as it came to me. I did tighten things up a bit, eliminate useless verse, but all in all what you read is what was on those couple of napkins.

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    If you are into Norse Myth you'll get this one, but otherwise... forget it.

    Twilight

    At last the Day came
    that foretold from the Beginning
    The Twilight of the Gods upon us at last.
    I knew it to be so,
    by whispers in my ear of spirit ravens
    by wisdom gained at the cost of a blue eye
    in Mimir's Well.
    The Day the Norns had promised:
    Ragnarok.
    Heimdall Eagle-eye let sound
    the Gjallerhorn, and I knew
    for sure.
    On the Plains of Ida, We gathered.
    Aesir and Vanir arrayed for war.
    With my good eye, I gazed upon them
    from my high seat Gladskjialf.
    My proud people preparing to die.
    Was it all come to this?
    For this did I hang upon
    Yggdrasil for nine nights?
    In the end, all my wisdom
    has averted not my doom.
    Fenris awaits.
    My people call for me.
    Invoking my Names as a charm
    against the coming Dark.
    They pray to me for luck in battle--
    but to whom might the Allfather pray?
    With heavy heart and fingers numb
    I go down to join my people.
    I do not show them my fear.
    Thor, my son is there
    beard fiercely bristling
    Mjolnir in hand. Frey,
    laughing Faery Lord, armed only with
    the antlers of a stag.
    I know they will all die, and I with them.
    What a fate for We who are the Lords of the Seven Worlds!
    Sharp eyed Heimdall points to Bridge Bifrost
    and we see the enemy approach.
    Thrym and his Frost Giants sail to war on ships
    crafted from dead mens nails.
    Surter of the Flames, rose up from Muspelhein
    with the Deamons of Fire.
    Loki, bonds burst and howling for vengence,
    with all the Dead of dark Niflheim moaning for the
    hot blood of Gods.
    Our Doom is at hand.
    Up from the sea,
    Loki's second son, Jormangundr, the World Serpent
    Rears its grisly head
    Rising high enough to darken the skies.
    It's elder Brother, the Wolf Fenrir
    Shatters its Dwarrow-forged chains
    and howls its bottomless hatred.
    In the sky, Jotuns in the shape of black wolves
    Chase down and devour Moon and Sun--
    Nightfall is upon us. The Fimbulvintr comes.
    The Abyss waits gaping at my feet,
    and all about the Maelstrom rages.
    It is said that one must either weather a storm
    Or be swept away. My wisdom,
    Wisdom born of Mimir's Well and
    Nine nights on the World Ash,
    Tells me a third choice:
    Ride the gale, and seek Glory in Destruction.
    Lifting my head high,
    I catch the scent of War.
    Fear flies from My heart
    As I remember Who I am--
    Odin Allfather, Grimnir,
    Rune-Lord and Gallows-God.
    I scream My battle-cry
    as I lead my Host to war
    My Ravens about My head
    My Wolves racing at My side
    Mighty Sleipnr's eight hooves
    Crack the ground like thunder.
    The Hordes of Einherar out of Valhalla
    surging behind
    Singing their death-songs for the second time.
    Our enemies scatter like leaves in a gale
    Before our fury.
    A clear, pure joy rises in my heart
    as I wield Fell Gungnir to slay the foe--
    All about Me and in My wake,
    Hel claims her due.
    I see Bright Frey fall 'neath Surtr's fiery blade.
    Thor smashes Jormangundr's skull, walks nine steps
    And falls, stone dead.
    In a foaming frenzy, Heimdall and Loki
    Slay one another, bitter foemen to the end.
    Finally, Fenris rises before Me,
    His monstrous jaws agape.
    My destiny awaits--
    I set my spear
    Spur my mount,
    And like a comet
    Plunge forward to meet My fate.

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    Here's a "wet" one...

    Dark

    Fanciful fingers feathering across my face
    Silent sultry song seducing you without notes in the night

    Teasing tongue tasting turgid peaks,
    Gentle ghostly gestures, haunting and hungry

    Ripely rich and randomly erotic sensations
    Sending chills chasing up your spine

    Trailing tresses blown tenderly by balmy breezes,
    Waves of want wafting, willfully wanton

    Cooling caresses over molten skin,
    Consoling, taunting, soothing, enticing

    Lost lover, unseen, lushly lathing your legs,
    Reliving the raw raging culmination of passion

    Full moon mounting a black velvet sky, mocking my emotions,
    Lighting my limbs, illuminating my isolation

    Warm wicked wind, cuddling, cradling your curves,
    Enveloping me in illusion, silently singing me into slumber

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    On second though, no. I think that one's mine. Only mine. TOO personal.

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    This one, in my opinion, sucks... But... It's done, there's nothing more i can add to it, so this is what i'm like when i suck.


    Lust

    We see each other and you glance your askance, across the crowded floor,
    I make my way through bodies in motion; you know you need search no more.
    Your breathtaking smile, it answered mine, as I take you by the hand,
    I pull you close and enfold you form, as we're hypnotized by the band.

    We twist and grind, lost in our selves, we're urged on by the beat,
    with roving hands I caress you gentle, building on the music’s heat.
    As tempo speeds and drumbeats roar, both carried to ecstatic state,
    you firmly grasp my hardened length, feeling my bloods pumping rate.

    The song has ended but we cannot part, so I guide you to a darkened corner of the room,
    To sit at a table caressing and talking, still lulled by the rhythm and high off your perfume.
    I slip my hand under your skirt; the music drowns out your moans, as my fingers play inside,
    You undo my pants and drop your head in my lap, bringing sensations in a rushing tide.

    I pull you up to kiss your lips, as I pull your panties aside,
    you slide in my lap to melt down my shaft, and to the rhythm you ride.
    I move my hand up under your shirt, to squeeze nipple hardened breasts,
    now at fevered pitch, unheard moans and screams, as drumbeat crests.

    I seek to set your world aflame, holding fast and grinding to the tune,
    I pull your hair and nibble your neck, both knowing that we'll cum soon.
    Luckily the music still pounds, blaring over uncontrollable orgasmic screams,
    the music has ripped individualism apart, and sown us together at the seams.
    We now enjoy a languid bliss, as the music slowly fades away,
    Though the music’s magic's done, locked together in its spell we stay.

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    The poems i posted are the ones i'm probably most comfy with. the ones i share the most (Plus they are finished, it takes me years to 'finish' a poem). Most of my poetry is just too close to me, if you know what i mean. It would be like posting my diary.

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    I can post a painting, but I need a host or whatever to post it. I have my bod that I had taken


    hmm? I can post my sis's but thay might piss her off

    sorry typing out loud :undecided:

    How about one of me by our photographer

    This one makes me look goody goody



    photographer -J Powers

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    Well this is what I did for 4 years at college...

    No i didnt go to school for this...its just what i did during my classes...lol

    Here's a shitty one...but its all I got on this comp.

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    Here's one written during my darker days...

    Lies

    They say time heals all wounds.
    They lie.
    Time merely gives the wound a chance to fester.
    Eventually it becomes infected, swollen, sore.
    Instead of improving, it destroys your life from within.
    If the wound is large enough, the pain deep
    enough, it leaves you bitter, angry.
    Soon your life seems bleak. Nothing left to live for.
    Everything grows dull, nothing holds your interest for long.
    Death is the only thing you long for. To know that sweet peace.
    What dreams pervade the forever sleep?
    Even nightmares become preferable to reality.
    Soon it all fades to black, and you feel the release.
    Release from pain, anger, hatred, depression, misery.
    Release.
    They lie.


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    And upon escaping those days...

    The Wanderer

    The forest was cold, dull and dreary. Despite that I knew it was spring, no life seemed evident. How long I had been trapped alone with the gray and dying trees I could not recall, but it had been some long time. My mind strayed from the past and I stared around me.

    Many types of trees surrounded me, yet everywhere I looked the leaves seemed old, abused. There was no luster, no sheen on them. Worm eaten holes were evident all over, no tree seeming to be exempt from the desecration that had befallen what once must have been beautiful woodland.

    No sun shone through the overhead mesh of branches. What sky I could see was overcast with clouds that threatened rain, but produced nothing. It was as though even the sky had lost its will to carry out its normal duties.

    The air stirred not a bit, no breeze blew and as I walked it seemed to be lifeless, not resisting my passage, but not accepting it either. My nose caught not the slightest hint of scents, not even the pines gave off their sweet smells of sap. Quiet reigned; no birds sang, no leaves stirred, not a single animal pranced and danced.

    It appeared I was completely alone, no semblance of life anywhere. At first I tried humming to fill the noiseless void, but it seemed out of tune, clashed with the nature of this place. Instead I sang, silly songs, songs of my youth...the notes fell flat and mirthless to the carpet of dull brown pine needles.

    There was no real fear, no emotion at all in fact. You would expect paranoia to abound, to be constantly looking over your shoulder, expecting at any minute that something horrendous would appear to ravage you. Not so, I tell you now. I spent most of the time feeling the lifelessness seep into me. Eventually I knew I would give up, lay down and never move again, becoming just another carcass in this forest of decay.

    For long and long I wandered. Time passed without count and I quickly lost track of the days, weeks, months. Lost alone and lonely, I plod through the drear landscape, my only fear that I would be trapped alone forever.



    One day as I wandered I caught a glimpse of something and had to stop to rub my eyes. My mind had been dulled by the lack of vibrance and I couldn't be sure if what I had seen was real. But whatever it had been passed out of my vision quickly. There had been a flash of light and color, glorious life, but no longer could I see it.

    Men trapped in the desert will often hallucinate an oasis, a beautiful, cool pool with palm trees and lush grass, to soothe the aching in their souls, I knew. Perhaps this was what it had been, merely an oasis of the mind in this, my own private hell.

    I took a second to seek the general direction that this figment of my imagination had come from and began slowly wandering towards it. Could it be possible? Could there really be some sort of life, beauty amidst all this death and decay?

    I could not, would not, get my hopes up. Coherent thought had long become nigh on impossible, my mind becoming as dull, numb and lifeless as the scenery surrounding, and to think that I could find a balm from this cursed state was to do for myself. Yet—just perhaps—I felt it was necessary to at least try. If nothing else, it broke the monotonous wandering, the monochromatic landscape.



    For a goodly time I continued catching glimpses of color, life, beauty. It seemed that I was drawing closer, but closer to what I wasn't sure. Then, without warning, I had arrived.

    I stared, suddenly in awe. My mind went into a great state of shock as my soul soared through the skies of wonder and amazement. Eyes widening until they nearly popped out of their sockets I tried to drink in the scene in front of me, to soak up the majesty of what I had found.

    Standing in the midst of the drear forest I gazed upon a glade of infinite beauty. Everywhere my eyes touched were beautiful flower gardens, rose bushes, peonies and tulips grew side by side in an amazing arrangement that captivated my eye. The ground was covered in a lush carpet of the most stunningly soft green grass. The trees surrounding the oasis swayed in a gentle clean breeze, their leaves carrying a brilliant sheen of life. I could hear birds singing, and smell the sweet aroma of life.

    Ever so cautiously I set foot inside this most wondrous of places. I feared to tread with conviction, in the event that this was a mirage, that in fact it would disappear in a puff of smoke. My spirit soared, and I smiled at the sudden livening of all my nerve endings. Senses bombarded with life, color and beauty I slowly rotated on the ball of my foot, drinking in the sight.

    Once more I was forced to stop, shaken. Where I knew the entrance to the glade should be, the exit from this Eden into the dull, drear land of nod beyond, there was only the continuation of this magnificent place. It continued as far as my eye could behold. In confusion I took yet another step, more firmly this time. Still the garden remained. Another step and another took me deeper into this newfound land of glory, and still there was no sign of an exit.

    Suddenly the thought struck me that I had not given myself utterly to this place, a part of me was indeed hanging on to the gloom of my prior habitat. As I slowly crouched to catch the scent of a particularly vibrant red rose, I heard a little still voice.

    It whispered on the gentle winds, sighed from the swaying leaves, echoed from dew resting lightly on the petals of a sweet rose. This soft whisper infused me with a feeling of peace and joy, opened my eyes to the glories of life and carried my very being to heights never before dreamed of.

    "Open your heart," the breeze called, "for you have come home."

    Tears stood on my cheeks as I willingly accepted the love, joy and beauty that had been missing from my life. The beauty of the garden still abounds, the colors growing brighter every day I remain. As I lie here in the sweet heather I often think back to the forest and contrast it in my own mind.

    Never again shall I wander that awful place, that heart and soul numbing woods. For I have truly come home.



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    Wow,wolfie.Nice work!!!
    One of woman's cardinal rule: Body parts can be fake,everything else has to be real.

    一个女人的枢机规则:肢体可以伪造,一切必须真实.

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    Thanks, sweetie. These were really important to me, and hold quite a few memories.

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    Awwwwwww!!!!!
    One of woman's cardinal rule: Body parts can be fake,everything else has to be real.

    一个女人的枢机规则:肢体可以伪造,一切必须真实.

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    This isn't that good but I thought I would throw it in the mix....

    Sea Glass
    Its seems as even though I struggled so
    My fingers could not meet close enough
    As to not let the time slip through
    Childish hopes and dreams
    Seeped slowy from my own hands
    Glittering as they fell upon the ground
    And were washed away by the sea
    How the sea changed them
    Smoothed over their rough ridges
    They came back to me so changed
    The hopes and dreams
    I did not recogize them as my own


    P.S.

    I REALLY enjoyed everyone else's posts. Thank you for sharing!!! I think everyone should have some sort of artistic outlet to express themselves



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    THE GARDEN OF THE BLIND


    Last night I closed my eyes again
    and climbed aboard the insanity train
    Driver take away my troubled mind
    and leave me in the garden of the blind

    Left alone without my eyes I'll never hear my tortured cries
    Left alone without my ears I'll never see my deepest fears
    Here in the garden I can't taste love and I don't smell hate
    Nothing can touch me now I've left the world beyond the gate

    In the garden everything wrong is right
    so I wander its paths in the pale moonlight
    I stand in shadow waiting for my tattered soul
    watching wondering what will it take to make me whole?

    Everyone here has paid a price to forget the pain
    paid but the price was paid in vain
    So I see you sit by the garden gate unable to come on in side
    no one else can survive my wild ride

    Sooner or later my time here must end
    but I don't know if I can leave my black hearted friend
    Crying tears hidden deep inside I say farewell to the garden of the blind
    and continue searching for the pieces of my shattered mind

    Blade

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    It's playtime!


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    BROKEN
    Welcome to hell, c'mon inside
    you can run but never hide
    Just lie back and try not to cry
    before I'm thru you'll want to die

    You'll soon learn to fear me
    as I strip away your dignity
    In every mans eyes you'll see my brutality
    say goodbye to your peaceful reality

    As your brain freezes over with fear
    I'll rip away all you hold dear
    At night when you see my face in your dreams
    will you know I'm laughing at your screams?

    You're not the first life I've shattered
    and yours won't be the last soul left tattered
    There's so many lives left for me to ruin
    so many heads to leave spinning in confusion

    Say goodbye to the calm you once knew
    it ain't over even though I'm thru
    Now I'll take your soul as a petty token
    cuz I made you, made you mine, and you're BROKEN
    BLADE

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    KISSING YOU SOFTLY

    When I look into your eyes, I see reflections of your soul
    It's empty and cold, wanting only to be made whole
    As I slowly win your heart, I see it's full of soprrow and pain
    from one too many love affairs that died in vain

    Do you have a name for the heartache that haunts your dreams?
    have you come to accept what true loneliness means?
    Do you even realize just how happy I could make you feel
    if you would only let me make your fondest desire real?

    When you hold my hands, do you see the joy I can bring to you
    if you would let me love you the way you want me to?
    As we hold each other close and tight in the calm of night
    do you ask yourself why this feels so damn right?

    When I kiss you softly, I taste the pain that haunts your past
    and I see you alone with hopes and dreams that didn't last
    As I hold you in my arms, I want to be the one to fix the hole
    and show you love isn't an emotion you can control

    I've touched you deeply and seen the pain behind your eyes
    now I want to take you to a world without anger and lies
    If you let me, I promise to love you more every single day
    and never let you go, no matter what may come our way

    When I kiss you softly, are you waiting for happiness to end?

    Well, are you?
    BLADE


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    When the club owner is named Vlad, the lap dances can be deadly...


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    These are abstracts that I did in middle school, I never colored them so if anyone is bored, have at it...




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    If someone wants to make them smaller also...thanks



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    So..... no one wants to color my crappy work huh? LOL FINE!



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    I'm workin on it! It's just that well, I suck at art so it's takin forever

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