Moments when your mind goes blank.

It's when you're in a neutral mood that you can best take a look at your life and feel blessed with all you have.
~ Saturday, May 12 ~
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~ Thursday, May 3 ~
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frankiemachines:

Manhattan (1979)

frankiemachines:

Manhattan (1979)

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rightwritecj:

A poem for the last person who saw me naked
You don’t have to say “I Love You”, You just have to come to bed.
A poem for the last person who saw me naked pt. 2
I know you.  I’ve memorised your curves.  I love them all.  I’ve kissed them and I will again.
A poem for the last person who saw me naked pt. 3
Is this what you wanted to see?
A poem for the last person who saw me naked pt. 4
You know that I have endless competition and you still only utter your desires for a girl in your bed.
A poem for the last person who saw me naked pt. 5
I know you and I’m aware of what you long for. I love them too and I’m in love with the curves on you.
A poem for the last person who saw me naked pt. 6
Will you be coming back for me?

rightwritecj:

A poem for the last person who saw me naked

You don’t have to say
“I Love You”,
You just have to
come to bed.

A poem for the last person who saw me naked pt. 2

I know you.
I’ve memorised
your curves.
I love them all.
I’ve kissed them
and I will again.

A poem for the last person who saw me naked pt. 3

Is this what you wanted to see?

A poem for the last person who saw me naked pt. 4

You know that I have
endless competition and
you still only utter your
desires for a girl in your bed.

A poem for the last person who saw me naked pt. 5

I know you and
I’m aware of what
you long for.
I love them too and
I’m in love with the curves
on you.

A poem for the last person who saw me naked pt. 6

Will you be coming back for me?

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Some may blackly (angrily) accuse me of trying to blacken (defame) the English language, to give it a black eye (a mark of shame) by writing such black words (hostile). They may denigrate (to cast aspersions; to darken) me by accusing me of being blackhearted (malevolent), of having a black outlook (pessmistic, dismal) on life, of being a blackguard (scoundrel) - which would certainly be a black mark (detrimental fact) against me. Some may black-brow (scowl at) me and hope that a black cat crosses in front of me because of this black deed. I may become a black sheep (one who causes shame or embarrassment because of deviation from the accepted standards), who will be blackballed (ostracized) by being placed on a blacklist (list of undesirables) in an attempt to blackmail (to force or coerce into a particular action) me to retract my words. But attempts to blackjack (to compel by threat) me will have a Chinaman’s chance of success, for I am not a yellow-bellied Indian-giver of words, who will whitewash (cover up or gloss over vices or crimes) a black lie (harmful, inexcusable). I challenge the purity and innocence (white) of the English language. I don’t see things in black and white (entirely bad or entirely good) terms, for I am a white man (marked by upright firmness) if there ever was one. However, it would be a black day when I would not “call a spade a spade”, even though some will suggest a white man calling the English language racist is like the pot calling the kettle black. While many may be niggardly (grudging, scanty) in their support, others will be honest and decent-and to them I say, that’s very white of you (honest, decent).

      ~A SHORT PLAY ON “BLACK” & “WHITE”  WORDS ~

                                           By Robert B. Moore 


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~ Sunday, April 29 ~
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saxophone <3


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treat your ears

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~ Sunday, April 8 ~
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Its so hard for me to believe in time.
Some things go.
Pass on.
Some things just stay.
Somethings you forget.
Other things you never do.
— Toni Morrison 
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