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Name: Woodstock
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Interests: music-art-motorcycles-reading (not necessarily in that order)
Expertise: jack of all trades, master of none
Occupation: factory worker/smart ass


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Member Since: 9/7/2006

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

last-night

We made love last night

I wish you were there

I held you so close

Your warm breath on my skin

You held me so dear

Two hearts beat as one

We lay there for hours

Under sweet soaked sheets

Your head on my chest

As we fell asleep

You are always in my heart

In my thoughts in my dreams

At times I miss you so much

I know it sounds weird

We made love last night

I wish you were there

 

                                                        “Woodstock”


Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Gentle be thy name

As we lay there

In love in lust in fear in trust

I slowly work my way

Kissing

Caressing your body

I tremble

You mirror my actions

The desire to possess

To join with and become one with you

Overwhelms me

I open my mouth as I take you

Slowly inside me

Energy floods my veins

You complete the circle opening your mouth

I feel myself enter as you have entered me

Each swallowing the other

Yin and yang

Joined as one we meld together

Deeper our love deeper our lust

Deeper our passion and deeper our trust

Until our lips at last meet

Each having fully taken the other

Into our selves we are no more

A single spirit soars

Whole and complete

 

 

                                          "Woodstock"

 


Saturday, December 02, 2006

The television is the minds eye to the soul (Videodrome)

“Throw away your television

Make a break big intermission

Recreate your institution now

It’s a repeat”

 

Red Hot Chili Peppers

 

 

I came home last night to my girlfriend watching a {DVD} TV series called House M.D; Staring Hugh Laurie as a very intelligent, very sarcastic doctor. (b.t.w. he is addicted to General Hospital)

I am a bit embarrassed to admit this but I was instantly engrossed!

Dr. Houses’ personality, manor of speech, and mannerisms are so much in keeping with some of my favorite characters. Mary Stewart’s Merlin Trilogy (Crystal Cave, The Hollow Hills, and The Last Enchantment, and The Wicked Day) comes to mind. “This is how I saw Merlyn in her story.”

            It’s a good watch even if it is a medical show. Well I have two more discs to watch before she takes it back to her friend.

                                                               “Woodstock”

 


Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Outlet

Poem shmoem what the hell

All free thinkers go to jail

Fizzle fazzle piddle squirts

No comprehension silly words

Keep the best omit the rest

Throw caution to the wind

Poetry and politics

Piety and sin

 

Make of it just what you will

Have some fun and get your thrills

Dream your dreams and fantasize

Devils tong or angles eyes

I live my life before your eyes

This gibberish that I wrote

My poetry is an outlet

An empath must emote

 

                        Woodstock”

 


Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Concrete Jungle

Woke up this morning with a gun held to my head

Woke up this morning damn near fell out of bed

Times are changing faster now is what I think he said

Woke up this morning with a gun held to my head

 

We’re living in a concrete jungle

Gorillas walking `round in there three piece suits

Lions in uniform monkey on your back

 

Woke up this morning to a blood red evening sky

Woke up this morning wiped a tear drop from your eye

Daddy why do we have to die         I don’t know

Woke up this morning to a blood red evening sky

 

We’re living in a concrete jungle

Gorillas walking `round in there three piece suits

Lions in uniform monkey on your back

 

See that couple having a picnic on the cemetery lawn

Only patch of grass left in town

No trees in city park any more

Office furniture and electric chares

People like fire ants

Sooner bite your head off as to give you the time of day

 

We’re living in a concrete jungle

Gorillas walking `round in there three piece suits

Lions in uniform monkey on your back

 

Living in a concrete jungle

Survival of the fittest is the way of life

Children are dying          And baby

Ain’t no coming back

                                   "Woodstock"



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