Life Dreams, Lit Up

A haiku it is not, because I dislike strict constructs, 5, 7, 5

But succinct meaning in words desirable.

Hidden meanings, public audiences of friends, followers

Not saying what is wanted to be shown

Current love interest, but not on FB friend, yet

Very important. Dreams caught up, lit.

Because I want a public man to be with

And yet, it is so a tangled web, at this stage of life.

He is important, very much so. So secrecy will be necessary.

And I want to shout it from the rooftops!

Damn, to be me, with a large mouth, but also discretion

And desire to see it come to fruition.

I will keep quiet, in hopes of big dreams coming to me.

I think this one is different. Worth it.



Consequences of Voting: Nuclear Fallout?

Dystopian future of post atomic World War III, as big egos clash on world stage

Neither taking responsibility for the catastrophe, brought on by nuclear posturing

Narcissistic personality disorder, and the will to do it, without calm, careful analysis

Of what the order will do for each component country. Or even those in the periphery.

Like the non-technological Amish people, caught like lambs in an apocalypse…Completely not responsible, but victims anyway, by virtue of being members of the benighted USA, whose leadership is erratic and wholly not concerned about those whose life is impacted.

Nuclear fallout blows in the winds of our planet, so those who are not responsible get nucleonic particles, conferring cancer from radiation poisoning. Water and food all contaminated, animals dying too, hair falling out, some in blast zone instantly vaporized were lucky….

The only reminder of the world is 9/11/2001, as those who were blameless were taken in a single blast of hatred against humanity. And that day is singed in memory of billions worldwide. But from the darkness came the light, and many who were good, sacrificial, gave of themselves, to help, to recover whatever was recoverable.

The dead were vaporized however, from the World Trade Center, some anyway. No remains found, even now, unidentified, from dust, like nuclear fallout. Covering those who ran from the Ground Zero flames. We will never forget, and will always remember to be a force for good instead, to repudiate those who would do such tremendous evil.


Because the light conquers the darkness in the end. And God and His Army will triumph over Satan and his minions. Even when we have madmen who have personality disorders in high places in the government. Not just here either.

The good people who put this President in office could not foresee the havoc they have wrought in so doing. Let it not be that World War III start by virtue of that choice.

Keep the clash diplomatic, and not a flashpoint of warheads with nukes. The Amish, the Hmong, the victims of Harvey Weinstein all deserve better…Let not protein availability be confined to insects who survive this Apocalypse. We can’t eat roaches and termites, after all. Or merely draw the Revelation in magazine covers of Apocalypsis.

We were meant to be so much better than this, but alas: a failed experiment, this Humanity. And I am one of these too, undeniable. My species is corrupt!

America’s Got Talent: Darci Lynne

Moved to tears of joy, for young gifted singing ventriloquist Darci Lynne Farmer, with puppets aplenty

To have beaten a multitude of hopefuls, from all over the USA, at age 12, against 2nd place competitor Angelica Hale, aged 10, who was beyond fabulous also, as a singer with great range, and command of notes.

She put 2 puppets in competition with each other, male and female, funny as hell, with different voices, and then sang personal favorite “With a Little Help from My Friends.”

Just having taken up this craft 2 years ago, and to be this good at it?! And 12?! She also performed with truly legendary Las Vegas star Terry Fator, who is himself a delight to see on the Las Vegas Strip, the Mirage Hotel bearing his name in a theater. Another ventriloquist who sings, who won 10 years ago.

Give a little girl a platform, and watch her shine! The world is better today for her having won, because when you give this sort of thing to her, you have changed a life.

And her life changed thus is like rebirthing the whole world, by virtue of knowledge that one life changed for the better makes another life worthwhile. Affirm every talent you see in your fellow man! The microcosm of one is the macrocosm of all, in the Earth. What you have done for Darci Lynne has changed the trajectory of the entire planet! And given the rest of us hope for the future….

See and taste the goodness of every single person you meet. You may save or change a life for the better, and in so doing, your own life has had profound meaning. By loving another person, you have glimpsed the face of God…and in hugging and kissing that person, the bud becomes a beautiful mature flower. Conversely, when you reject without explanation, you cause the flower to wilt prematurely and die inwardly. So be respectful, and treat the other person the way we treated Darci Lynne last night: with love and joy!

The life you saved may be your own. Because we have a heavenly God, who keeps score on all of us. Do what you want done to yourself. Be kind and honest. And do not reject wantonly, with malice, lest it be your own fate later.


Intense yearnings, front and center, leading the author to therapy because too complicated for readers of blog.

You want some dirty scenes broadcast? No can do. No loose lips.

Going on to unattached men, who are AVAILABLE. No use with men who are married, who are in total friends, and must remain such. I DESERVE BETTER.

Keep friends as friends, platonic. Keep dates as potentials for pleasure. But he has to merit it…the prize is mind blowing. Such unusual experiences as he can hardly imagine, but he needs to be free to indulge. Without guilt or complications, like me.

I have a treasure trove of writings, ideas, lingerie, corset, bustier, parched like the veritable Sahara, ready and very willing. And tickets to some rare concerts too, if he merits it…But the price will be high, in sexual experiences, and getting it on over time. He is unlikely to be able to leave, given past history, as it is very heady, the having.

Not the merely fantasizing. The subject in mind doesn’t even know he is under consideration at this time. He isn’t on my online radar. But he could be sitting on the tip of a beautiful precipice of desire. He needs to move on this limited offer. The door is ajar, but may not remain so.

But one thing is certain: if he opens this door, he will never be the same. And he will be happy he entered.

Immortal Prophecy

Writing in a stab at immortality

Because once published on the internet with links like cobweb tendrils spreading

Even post deletion on website does not erase the infinite shadows of other links.

So the trove of erotic poetry remains, even though deleted by the author,

not merely on typing paper in a file, in a  bookcase. It proliferates inexorably

In the hive mind of my Facebook friends and remains there, coloring their perceptions of me.

Now and forever, because once published, it should be considered permanent.

So creative souls have big egos, knowing their work is forever.

Woody Allen famously quoted: “I don’t want to achieve immortality through my work. I’d rather achieve it by not dying.” Ironic wit, therefore funny.


Most humans achieve endless existence by virtue of procreation. They attempt to fashion mini copies of themselves, called children.

Then disillusionment as the Mini-me diverges into individuality

and evinces the worst traits of your chosen mate. Teen rebellion, secrets, lies,

Abandonment all around, pregnancy, booze, opioid painkillers, black-outs,

texting in a speeding crosswalk, at the wheel, heroin, Narcan, rehab, relapse,

No money, no problems, just id: all desire.

How much are they Mini-me now?

We didn’t have their tech then, or their distractions.

Human evolution hasn’t kept up with advances in technology.


The people of the USA have elected an egotistical tyrant who is not much different than the North Korean dictator and the two are on a collision course because of pride.

The world will pay for this, and the children, those that survive, will berate their progenitors, whose only aim was to make copies of themselves.


All have failed SPECTACULARLY. Millions will die in fire and fury at the hands of men who will not zip up their trousers when the camera is on them.

I for one did not want to be alive when that day came.

I’m sure all parents do not want to leave such an inheritance to their progeny.


But sadly, this writing is prophetic. Prepare yourselves.

Forbidden Desire

Married he is, but his looks beckon me come hither. I can smell his desire

as he radiates pheromones and his eyes glint. Body language never lies; only lips do.

Awareness that the fruit is very sweet and dripping wet, ready to pounce.


The dance has begun and is eternal. He notes my choice of revealing swimwear.

Picture posing without bottoms, only a tankini. Penile tumescence involuntarily stirring…He pictures me naked in his mind’s eye, being pulled into the vortex

Of his powerful arms, running hands through my luxuriant hair,

Claiming me with a scintillating kiss and a caress of my ample buns.


But I desire him too. The flirtation has reached the fever pitch and I throw caution as if into hurricane force winds. I know it’s wrong, but the knowledge no longer stops me.

I SHALL HAVE HIM AND MARK HIS SOUL WITH MY MOUTH! For the oral fixation is dominant and he will not soon forget what I am about to do, as he has dreamt of this scene and woken up with wet sheets. Many times, or closed his eyes, imagining me there, hot and panting, nipples hard, poo poo soaked and all he has to do is insert a finger…as the involuntary writhing and screams mount loudly in intensity. 

Anything more and she is a feral cat possessed….


They have been circling each other a bit too long. Desire denied, suppressed for the sake of propriety, societal norms be damned! It has only built up a raging lava pit volcano.

Both he and she erupt gloriously!!!


And she knows it is wrong but is powerless to stop the flow of the river of magma that comes from both of them. This is going to be infinite intensity as you cannot stop a hurricane. Nor her perversity in putting this out there. She is flashing purple neon, guys…


But be advised she marks your soul with her mouth. It is very hard to deny the force of nature.


At War Within

Self imposed limitations by intense past childhood dysfunction in family

Dealt with by spiritual revelation, by calling, to another faith: accomplished by instructions in the Catholic religion, December 1985, aged 21 then.

Still very much incorporated into her being, with both gratitude and also anger.

Gratitude for multiple blessings, anger for intense solitude, sometimes more than she can bear. It’s called loneliness, and it is a risk factor for early death, when not dealt with effectively.

She deals by connection with some wonderful friends, and while that is healthful, and beneficial to all concerned, plus supplementation by social media, going out, meeting friends…making plans, doing good for humanity, praying, daily, going to local church…

Still suppression is a daily part of her life. She keeps silent, for the greater good, a truth which gnaws at her, in every waking hour, before bed nightly, and verbalizing each morning. She prays, and knows that that which is good for her will be provided by her

Loving God. But she is impatient, lonely, pursuing hobbies, doing good for friends and society, coordinating travel plans. And the silence is deafening. So loud it shatters calm tranquility in the lovely home she once shared with her mother, now going on 3 years passed.

How long must she wait, for this fruition of the spirit to meet the flesh?? The anger is suppressed too, only coming out infrequently, when she dares to voice it. The love of a lifetime waits and waits and waits…But her body and spirit wither in the interminable ecstasy of not having that which is so needed.

She may have to do things contrary to her spiritual calling, in answer to this anger. And realizes that the religion is not answering her needs now, and the God she fervently prays to does not provide the answer she seeks daily. Maybe it is not in His power? Maybe individual will trumps God’s will, and the results are legion in the many who suffer in this life. When we go against what the Lord wants for us, we risk punishment, suffering, as He wants only what is best for our spiritual development.

But the flesh is weak, and demanding. And she will go for whatever route is open to her, because the anger is very strong. As is the desire. She will have her own will, by some route yet to be seen. She cannot go on this way interminably.