I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[SadLuckDame]

Dang, yours is almost as unusual as mine.

It's o.k. about the printer if you ask me
cause I am not gonna believe you print this babble of mine out.
I do have some good treats, but only sometimes
on a blue moon, blue moon

Forgot, gonna go google some lyrics.

[SadLuckDame]

Thank you, Jack.
They were good to read, I'd missed the part about the Gulf when listening, though I'd caught the bit about nervousness. Google is a friend of mine. I use it like using a dictionary a while back.

I gots to get some sleep in, sleep well, get some of your traffic tonight.

[stilltrucking]

Thank you for the song
Innocent When Dreaming
I can use that
Woke up from a dream last night dripping wet with sweat. The air conditioner on, ceiling fan too. No idea what the dream was but I woke up feeling innocent.

[SadLuckDame]

The only thing I like about Tom Waits is
he is quite a character,
I might like a couple other things
his looks
his piano.

Going to go finish up a book, almost done it.
Sleep like you're dreaming, with yourself
all those reflected images is on my mind, would be cool to find a painting looking like that.

[SadLuckDame]

You're the Lady Who Wears Yellow Ribbons

Yellowed ribbons, like the neighbors',
there's no room to slumber,
but that's all you do; just sleep.

Nothing to look interestingly at,
except silver planes, black sleeked men
and clouds pretending to be puff the magic dragon.

If we go out to breathe,
you don't join us,
and it feels the same way

as it did when I saw my reflection,
then my reflection, over and over,
after I enclosed myself inside your three mirrors.

[SadLuckDame]

Guess it means sumpin' like, 'get out of here, silly women.'

[stilltrucking]

I don't know what it means
I have wrapped myself in her mirrors too
Sometimes I wonder who she really was
Eve
powerful woman

[SadLuckDame]

The Story of Us

This is an epic with widening proportions.
I've allowed it and I'll not shy away from projection
of this riveting tale
two literary assurances...

as in, they must, and they must
it's driven fiercely forward.

And now that we are here,
here, as in I'm smitten by you.

Oh! you knew I would be.

You, with a dashing personality,
let me hold your hand,
a kiss, and dot, dot, dot
between us.

Luckily, your sun-tanned arms
are the right length to fit a sturdy torso,
the skin taut, slightly rough and rugged,
then your sexual 5' o'clock shadow!

A voice heavy in a seductive fashion,
has almost growled twice at me in our fits,
causes little drifts of a shiver up my spine.

"Don't leave me now!"
I'll go, but with regrets after-wards
for it would be unlike me to lose control,
except you know this art.

Oh! the thrill of you has not gone.

The humor catches and unawares me.
I'm but as a vulnerable restless cat
for the take, and petting under such charms
so developed, yours,

(notice my blushing high cheek-bones)
I'm quite destructively un-armed
with satisfaction.

Oh! you have me in our poetic visage,

what will you do to keep me.
Can challenges I undoubtedly create
unravel our stars...

Perhaps, you'll amuse me with a purchase.
I shall ask for a large claw footed tub.

Then climb in one dainty foot at a time,
sticking my attractive derriere
out at the most pleasing angle.

I can pin my hair about the top of my head,
it'll fall with gentle curl;
mysteriously seem innocent,
but do not let me trick you,
for I would.

How ambitious are you,
to keep me effortlessly refined.

Can you not see my legs gleam smooth,
flushed from heat and decorously applied
over the ceramic tub edge

and I'll be painted red,
vividly at the tips of my toes, just for you
just for interest sakes.

I'll dress the bathroom in candled light,
which will dance around my figure,
lights up my eyes with flicker,
when I'm looking straight towards you,
from over my delicate shoulder.

Oh! when you do look.

What will you find most encroaching,
my temper towards insistent performance
of passion or my divided interest in myself
and my gradual inner girl persona.

You'll mention,
"It's just her bosom's demon."

I'll ablaze you,
"sword, sword, let us battle!"
and you'll deny me.

Though, parade for them
and I would kick their swooning
asses with class.

Then turn polite to smile,
as a lady should do as
her mother might of taught her.

More distracting, than my distraction
with internal dealings.

I'm livid under control
and you're dangerous when challenged.

Two storming natural disasters,
centered in sensual direction.

Writing one another as if we're gentle,

and we will be, at the foot of the tub,
you'll find a soft lit corner beside me,
we'll talk of other literary couples' eccentrics,
and we'll laugh it off.

The details of us.

[stilltrucking]

quicksilver woman
stick in the mud man
I know that is the story of us

but you give me the illusion of happiness
I can live with that
it is your magic

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[SadLuckDame]

I just wanted to let you know how I read The Art of Love,
and that I took in the flavor it's suggesting.

[stilltrucking]

I liked that one bit about a load lifted off his heart. I don't think I am going to read the love books of Ovid. I already know everthing I need to know about love dame. — emoticon?

I would like to take a peak at his Metamorphosis..

[SadLuckDame]

I plan to read it this week, (because I read the wrong metamorphosis) and the love books, because I don't know anything about love, only knew about dependence, wifely duties, fake encouragements, and rituals/traditions, though I put to use most often the more natural inclinations of fight and flight. I knew rage, verbal tolerance and height, indifference, subdued and subjected, etc.

What is love?
And I don't know, maybe Ovid can show me sumpin'.
I want things to be natural, with experience to guide.

[SadLuckDame]

Fight or flight
I know everything about that, everything.
What a natural gut instinct
fight first, if fails, flight afterward.

[SadLuckDame]

I have this internal dialogue of, "Oh! no you don't. You lose, I win, You lose, I win." Which is why I've failed love. What I need is a personality type that challenges that inner dialogue, so instead I'll be questioning whether or not I won or did he, and it'll balance my gigantic ego or selfish nature or intrusion of the me, me, me....
more later, if my mind keeps at it.

[SadLuckDame]

I tell them to learn to use words, "I'm mad." and not their little fists, nor kicks.

I thought it was a good poem. I would of printed it out, just didn't know it'd be gone like...