Thursday, April 30, 2009

P!nk - Words *I added lyrics*

Take Y
Take the letter
Take it out on the alphabet
Don't ask me why
No more questions
Just accept it for the way it is

Words are just words
They get in my way
I can never say what I wanna say
Who will understand it anyway?
It's just a waste

Take M
Mmm mmm
It's so lovely, so delicious, it says it all

I don't like X
Ex-boyfriends, ex-girlfriends
Exactly what I don't need
Twisting my words so easily

Words are just words
They get in my way
See like right now, I wanna tell you that I love you
But I don't know how..

Put the H with the A with the TE,
Give it power, you could destroy me
Put the L, with the O with the VE,
Give that power and you don't have to say anything

Words are just words
They get in my way
Bla bla bla bla

Words are just words
They get in my way
Words are just words
They get in my way

Take B,
And just let it be, B...

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Home Sweet Home

I was watching American Idol tonight and I got to hear again Carrie Underwood's cover of "Home Sweet Home". They play it as they look back on the departing contestant's journey on Idol. Personally, I prefer Mötley Crüe's original. Don't get me wrong, Carrie Underwood is talented, or as Randy Jackson would say, "She's got mad skillz, dawg".

Hers has a different sound; different style. A lot of people have said she butchered it, and I think that's a little harsh. We all have our preferences. Now, as I like to do it... a little background on the song.

Written by:

Lyrics: Nikki Sixx;

Music: Nikki Sixx, Vince Neil, and Tommy Lee

"Home Sweet Home" is a song by the American glam metal band Mötley Crüe and is one of the first examples of a power ballad. Originally released on the band's 1985 album, Theatre of Pain, the song was accompanied by a music video which documented the band's undertakings over the course of a concert, or several concerts. "Home Sweet Home" was later remixed and re-released as a single in 1991, as "Home Sweet Home '91." This version was featured on the band's Decade of Decadence compilation album. The song is often referred to as a power ballad, and its success was a prelude to similar marketing formula for other hair bands in the late 1980s. The song ranks #12 on VH1's chart of the greatest power ballads of all time.

The original release of "Home Sweet Home" charted at #89 on the Billboard Hot 100, and "Home Sweet Home '91" peaked at #37 on the same chart in 1992. To date, "Home Sweet Home '91" is the last Mötley Crüe song to chart in the American Billboard Top 40.

Carrie Underwood recorded a cover version in 2009 for the American Idol season 8 send-off song. Underwood also released the song as a single on iTunes where it peaked at #1. On the chart week of March 28, 2009 "Home Sweet Home" made a debut at #21 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart based on digital sales alone. It debuted on the Hot Country Songs chart at #52. On the Billboard Hot Digital Songs chart, the song made its debut at #10. It also debuted at #33 on the Canadian Hot 100. [1]

[1] From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

So, who's version do you like? Listen and tell me. I'd like to know.

First Carrie:

Now, I give you the Crüe:

Sunday, April 26, 2009

So true.

"Everybody has that point in their life where you hit a crossroads and you've had a bunch of bad days and there's different ways you can deal with it and the way I dealt with it was I just turned completely to music."
— Taylor Swift


Friday, April 24, 2009

The Pastor's Ass

The pastor entered his donkey in a race and
it won..

The pastor was so pleased with the donkey
that he entered it in the
again, and it won again.

The local paper read:


The Bishop was so upset with this kind of
publicity that he ordered
pastor not to enter the donkey in another race.

The next day, the local paper head line


This was too much for the bishop, so he
ordered the pastor to get
of the donkey.

The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a
nearby convent.

The local paper, hearing of the news, posted
the following headline
next day:


The bishop fainted.

He informed the nun that she would have to
get rid of the donkey, so she
sold it to a farmer for $10.

The next day the paper read:


This was too much for the bishop, so he
ordered the nun to buy back
donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run

The next day the headlines read:


The bishop was buried the next day.

The moral of the story is . .. being
concerned about public opinion
can bring you much grief and misery . .
even shorten your life.

So be yourself and enjoy life.

Stop worrying about everyone else's ass and
you'll be a lot happier
live longer!

Have a great day!!

Thursday, April 23, 2009

'Nuff said- dig the master!

I sure got the blues this morning, baby
Yeah! And I'm here to tell you about it
So you might as well pick up on it! Yeah!
I'm a man
At least I'm tryin' to be
I've lived before
The other half of me
I've lived before
That you don't want me
But in this search
For nothing desperately
Oh, I'm tryin' tryin'
Not to be a fool
I'm tryin' tryin'
Lord to keep my cool, baby tryin' so hard to keep it together

After I find, baby
That true love of mine
I'm just rollin' screamin'
Cryin' flyin'
Can't be trusted, but busted
Rolling Stone

You're a woman
At least you say you are
You're a woman
At least you look like you are
You're a woman
At least you taste like you are
But you can take it off
In bed with my guitar
And then you leave them
Throw me outside
To cry, cry
To the moon and the nighttime
Save my soul,
You can't find
All you want is a ticket to ride
After you show me everything
It did prove otherwise
You just rollin', screamin', cryin' good love is sometime, but can't be trusted
Steppin' Stone
Steppin' Stone
Steppin' Stone

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Posting anyway

I wrote this for a Pantoum blog, yet when I finished I found out it wasn't one.
Silly, silly me.

So when I found out it wasn't one, I deleted it. But you know what? I think I like it, so WTF. This is just me posting a poem. ;p It is my first try at a "p
antoum", and I'll try again. Maybe get it correct the next time. Just call me a "rebel poet".

J.B., for introducing me to this kind of poetry. Go and check out his page... tell him Kevin sent you. :D

Be sure to check out the
Legacy Writers of Harmony Pub home page. And do the same... tell them Kevin sent you. :D

They'll say ... "Who?" lol


Hearts in the Sand

Ever drawn a heart in the sand
By a stick or with your hand
I take comfort in seeing this
In the sand that the sun will kiss

By a stick or with your hand
Draw another heart in the sand
In the sand that the sun will kiss
This other heart brings happiness

Draw another heart in the sand
On the beach, I lay suntanned
This other heart brings happiness
This other heart, drawn in bliss

On the beach, I lay suntanned
Slipping away into dreamland
This other heart, drawn in bliss
In the waves, something is amiss

Slipping away into dreamland
Rising tides wash away hearts - unplanned
In the waves, something is amiss
I lost my heart, so remiss.


Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Happy Earth Day everyone!

Remember Earth Day.

Remember to respect our planet.

Remember to respect Mother Earth.

She is fragile as an eggshell. Handle with care.

~ Peace ~



Gone too soon

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Check this out...


Pass it on, pass it on to the young and old

I walked out to my car this morning, the glow of the sun through the trees as it rose, the birds singing. Peace. That's what I felt. A feeling of peace and realization that, as hard as I try, I can't change how people feel for me. Just because I feel one way about them, doesn't mean that it will be returned. I have felt it before, and lately... *sigh* yeah.

So I get in my car, turn it up and on comes Celine Dion. :) Sorry, but I do love you Celine; you are talented but I pushed the skip button and this came on.

How appropriate. Straight Ahead. So listen, read the lyrics below and enjoy.

I especially like the opening 5 lines.

This morning, no Morrison. Nope. Some Hendrix... and maybe some Foo Fighters a little later.

Straight Ahead

Hello, my friend
So happy to see you again
I was so alone
All by my self
I just couldn’t make it

Have you heard, baby
What the winds blowing round
Have you heard, baby
A whole lot of peoples coming right on down

Communication, yeah
Is coming on strong
And don’t give a damn, baby
If your hair is short or long, huh

I said, get out of your grave
Everybody is dancing in the street
Do what you know, don’t be slow
You gotta practice what you preach
’cause it’s time for you and me
Come to face reality (it sounds like he says ’fake reality’)

Forget about the past, baby
Things ain’t what they used to be
Keep on straight ahead
Keep on straight ahead

Straight ahead, baby
Straight ahead, baby

We got to stand side by side
We got to stand together and organize
They say power to the people,
That’s what they’re screamin’
Freedom of the soul
Pass it on, pass it on to the young and old

You got to tell the children the truth
They don’t need a whole lot of lies
Because one of these days, baby
They’ll be running things
So when you give them love
You better give it right
Woman and child and man and wife
The best love to have is the love of life

Pushing on straight ahead
Straight ahead, baby

Hello my friend
It’s so good to see you again
And I’ve been all by my self
I don’t think I can make it alone
I gotta keep on pushing ahead

Friday, April 17, 2009

Music inflames temperament

Previously I have posted parts of this poem. I really like reading it and enjoy Jim Morrison's work.

I have been told by a few friends not to listen or read him when my mood gets blue, but it's strange... I seem drawn to his work when I AM blue. Go figure...

So today, I read during my lunch. It called to me.

This is the complete poem entitled "An American Prayer", which is but a small part of the album of the same name. (see track listing below)

*Note~ Not all the poem appears on the album*

Background on the album: "
In 1978, seven years after Jim Morrison died and five years after the remaining members of the band broke up, Ray Manzarek, Robby Krieger, and John Densmore reunited and recorded backing tracks over Morrison's poetry (originally recorded in a poetry session, in 1969). Other pieces of music and spoken word recorded by the Doors and Morrison were also used in the audio collage, such as dialogue from Morrison's film HWY and snippets from jam sessions. The album received mixed reviews and still divides critics, yet it has managed a platinum certification in the US, placing it roughly as high in US sales as most of the Doors' studio albums (only The Doors and L.A. Woman are so far multi-platinum)."[1]

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Track Listing

1. "Awake" – 0:36
2. "Ghost Song" (edit) – 2:50
3. "Dawn's Highway" – 1:21
4. "Newborn Awakening" – 2:26
To Come of Age
5. "To Come of Age" – 1:01
6. "Black Polished Chrome" – 1:07
7. "Latino Chrome" – 2:14
8. "Angels and Sailors" – 2:46
9. "Stoned Immaculate" – 1:33
The Poet's Dream
10. "The Movie" – 1:35
11. "Curses, Invocations" – 1:57
World on Fire
12. "American Night" – 0:28
13. "Roadhouse Blues" – 5:53
14. "The World On Fire" – 1:06
15. "Lament" – 2:18
16. "The Hitchhiker" – 2:15
An American Prayer
17. "An American Prayer" – 3:04

18. "Hour For Magic" – 1:17

19. "Freedom Exists" – 0:20

20. "A Feast Of Friends" – 2:10 (also known as "The Severed Garden")

Bonus tracks:
21. "Babylon Fading" – 1:40
22. "Bird Of Prey" – 1:03
23. "The Ghost Song" (Extended Version) – 5:16 (There's a "hidden track" 34 seconds after the fade-out.)


An American Prayer

by James Douglas Morrison


Do you know the warm progress

under the stars?

Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keys

to the Kingdom?

Have you been borne yet

& are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths

of the ages

Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests

[Have you forgotten the lessons

of the ancient war]

The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest

Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to

slaughters by placid admirals

& that fat slow generals are getting

obscene on young blood

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.

The moon is a dry blood beast

Guerilla bands are rolling numbers

in the next block of green vine

amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen

who are just dying

O great creator of being

grant us one more hour to

perform our art

& perfect our lives

The moths & atheists are doubly divine

& dying

We live, we die

& death not ends it

Journey we more into the


Cling to life

our passion'd flower

Cling to c**ts & cocks

of despair

We got our final vision

by clap

Columbus' groin got

filled w/ green death

(I touched her thigh

& death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient

& insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life

& flee the swarming wisdom

of the streets

The barns are stormed

The windows kept

& only one of all the rest

To dance & save us

W/ the divine mockery

of words

Music inflames temperament

(When the true King's murderers

are allowed to roam free

a 1000 magicians arise

in the land)

Where are the feasts

we were promised

Where is the wine

The New Wine

(dying on the vine)

resident mockery

give us an hour for magic

We of the purple glove

We of the starling flight

& velvet hour

We of arabic pleasure's breed

We of sundome & the night

Give us a creed

To believe

A night of Lust

Give us trust in

The Night

Give of color

hundred hues

a rich Mandala

for me & you

& for your silky

pillowed house

a head, wisdom

& a bed

Troubled decree

Resident mockery

has claimed thee

We used to believe

in the good old days

We still receive

In little ways

The Things of Kindness

& unsporting brow

Forget & allow

Did you know freedom exists

in a school book

Did you know madmen are

running our prison

w/in a jail, w/in a gaol

w/in a white free protestant


We're perched headlong

on the edge of boredom

We're reaching for death

on the end of a candle

We're trying for something

That's already found us

We can invent Kingdoms of our own

grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust

& love we must, in beds of rust

Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams

& muzak, AM, rocks their dreams

No black men's pride to hoist the beams

while mocking angels sift what seems

To be a collage of magazine dust

Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust

This is just jail for those who must

get up in the morning & fight for such

unusable standards

while weeping maidens

show-off penury & pout

ravings for a mad


Wow, I'm sick of doubt

Live in the light of certain


Cruel bindings

The servants have the power

dog-men & their mean women

pulling poor blankets over

our sailors

(& where were you in our

lean hour)

Milking your moustache?

or grinding a flower?

I'm sick of dour faces

Staring at me from the T.V.

Tower. I want roses in

my garden bower; dig?

Royal babies, rubies

must now replace aborted

Strangers in the mud

These mutants, blood-meal

for the plant that's plowed

They are waiting to take us into

the severed garden

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful

comes death on strange hour

unannounced, unplanned for

like a scaring over-friendly guest you've

brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all

& gives us wings

where we had shoulders

smooth as raven's


No more money, no more fancy dress

This other Kingdom seems by far the best

until its other jaw reveals incest

& loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go

Prefer a Feast of Friends

To the Giant family


Great screaming Christ


Lazy Mary will get you up

upon a Sunday morning

"The movie will begin in 5 moments"

The mindless Voice announced

"All those unseated, will await

The next show"

We filed slowly, languidly

into the hall. The auditorium

was vast, & silent.

As we seated & were darkened

The Voice continued:

"The program for this evening

is not new. You have seen

This entertainment thru & thru.

You've seen your birth, your

life & death; you might recall

all of the rest -- (did you

have a good world when you

died?) -- enough to base

a movie on?"

An iron chuckle rapped our

minds like a fist.

I'm getting out of here

Where're you going?

To the other side of the morning

Please don't chase the clouds

pagodas, temples

Her c**t gripped him

like a warm friendly


"It's all right.

All your friends are here."

When can I meet them?

"After you've eaten"

I'm not hungry

"O, we meant beaten"

Silver stream, silvery scream,

impossible concentration

Here come the comedians

look at them smile

Watch them dance

an indian mile

Look at them gesture

How aplomb

So to gesture everyone

Words dissemble

Words be quick

Words resemble walking sticks

Plant them

They will grow

Watch them waver so

I'll always be

a word-man

Better than a birdman

But I'll charge

Won't get away

w/out lodging a dollar

Shall I say it again

aloud, you get the point

No food w/out fuel's gain

I'll be, the irish loud

unleashed my beak

at peak of powers

O girl, unleash

your worried comb

O worried mind

Sin in the fallen

Backwoods by the blind

She smells debt

on my new collar

Arrogant prose

Tied in a network of fast quest

Hence the obsession

Its quick to admit

Fats borrowed rhythm

Woman came between them

Women of the world unite

Make the world safe

For a scandalous life

Hee Heee

Cut your throat

Life is a joke

Your wife's in a moat

The same boat

Here comes the goat

Blood Blood Blood Blood

They're making a joke

of our universe



Are you more real than me

I'll burn you, & set you free

Wept bitter tears

Excessive courtesy

I won't forget


A hot sick lava flowed up,

Rustling & bubbling.

The paper-face.

Mirror-mask, I love you mirror.

He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs.

The LT. puzzled in again

"ready to talk"

"No sir" -- was all he'd say.

Go back to the gym.

Very peaceful


Air base in the desert

looking out venetian blinds

a plane

a desert flower

cool cartoon

The rest of the World

is reckless & dangerous

Look at the


Stag films



A ship leaves port
mean horse of another thicket

wishbone of desire

decry the metal fox

(Copyright 1990 by Wilderness Publications)

Thursday, April 16, 2009

I couldn't find a decent video of this, so here it is on a music player.

Stop Funkn With My Head. An infectious groove by none other than... the Infectious Grooves.

Funk it!!!

Create a playlist at

The Doors "Light My Fire" (Hot Rocks Club Remix)

Just goes to show, the Doors can be remixed and a song of theirs from the 1960's can be made to sound current. Really, their music is not as dated as some of their contemporaries now sounds to us.

I was originally looking for a Crystal Method remix of Roadhouse Blues, but I found this one instead. Enjoy.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

A ha-ha

This is a true story, proving how fascinating the mind of a six year old is.

They think so logically.

A teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class. She came to the part of the story where first pig was trying to gather the building materials for his home. She read, "and so the pig went up to the man with the wheelbarrow full of straw and said: 'Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build my house?'"

The teacher paused, then asked the class: "And what do you think the man said?"

One little boy raised his hand and said very matter-of-factly, "I think the man would have said - 'Well, I'll be damned!! A talking pig!'"

The teacher had to leave the room.

"Faint" by Linkin Park

I came across this "promo-only Canada" video. It got taken off youtube and replaced with the real deal, but at that moment it reminded me of the days when I went to the used record stores and bought "Promo-Only" albums. Plus the song simply kicks ass. :-)

"Faint" by Linkin Park

I am a little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can’t help the fact that everybody can see these scars
I am what I want you to want what I want you to feel
But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe this is real
So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you’re all that I've got

(I can't feel the way I did before)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)
(Time won't heal this damage anymore)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)

I am a little bit insecure a little unconfident
Cause you don't understand I do what I can but sometimes I don't make sense
I say what you never wanna say but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do I can't convince you for once just to hear me out
So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here 'cause you’re all that I've got

(I can't feel the way I did before)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)
(Time won't heal this damage anymore)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)

(Hear me out now)
(You're gonna listen to me, like it or not)
(Right now)
(Hear me out now)
(You're gonna listen to me, like it or not)
(Right now)

(I can't feel the way I did before)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)

(I can't feel the way I did before)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)
(Time won't heal this damage anymore)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)

(I can't feel the way I did before)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)
(Time won't heal this damage anymore)
(Don't turn your back on me)
(I won't be ignored)

I can't feel
I won't be ignored
Time won't heal
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

A sonnet by moi??? Yeppers, my first shot at it.

Are you shocked those two words are being used in the same sentence? Okay, I don't blame you... lol. No more than myself.

JB has a
blog and he is is asking people to contribute sonnets, so I gave it a shot.

Although I love poetry, I just don't consider myself a poet.
JB knows this of me, so I can imagine his surprise when I posted it last night on page 12 of his blog.

Do I think I'm poet now? Well... maybe JUST a little. :D


Within Myself

Who am I? What am I? Hazard a guess?
I've been around since the beginning of time

I am something that you can not possess.

A universal language filled with rhyme.

I do not care the color of your skin
Nor how popular or rich you may be

My lack of caring might be to your chagrin

But it's been that way throughout history.

When I lift you up, your senses heighten

I am filled with colors of thousand hue

A kaleidoscope of raw emotion

My melody provides many points of view.

Do you know I'm very close to magic.

That's right. I'm man, I'm woman, I'm music.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

GBE 83 - Lust - Strangers on a Rainy Night - Explicit Language/ Adult Content

The word lust can be used as either a noun or a verb.

As a noun, it is defined as an "intense or unbridled sexual desire".

As a verb, it's definition is "to have an intense desire or need;
specifically : to have a sexual urge".

This is the first public posting of a collaboration that I and a female friend (who will remain unnamed) wrote back in the months of November and December of 2008.

We had been debating whether or not to post this - She telling me to; me unsure and stalling. When the topic for this week's GBE was announced - Lust - I decided that I wanted to post it a co-blog. My friend didn't think it would work, and she told me to post it myself.

Our styles, although different, work well together. If I had to sum it up in one word, I'd say - SMOOTH. Besides being THE easiest person to write with, she is also an all around great lady.

The story is unfinished, her post was the last. Why? The Holidays happened; Life happened and it just never was continued or finished

Strangers on a Rainy Night




the rain was pouring down and she had no where to go. the deserted streets were starting to flood on this warm summer evening. she had forgotten her umbrella and with each drop of water, her already sheer dress clung to her breasts. every curve accentuated with her movements. her quick step caused her dress to rise up and press gently into her thighs.

she had been on her way to a dinner meeting when the sky opened causing her long chestnut hair to fall out of its confines. her hair cascaded down her back and on her face. so here is where she finds herself at this very moment. alone in a strange town, and not knowing where to turn. fumbling for her phone, her eyes gazed over to the flickering light coming from the corner. it seems to be a pub of some sort but it was dark and the city lights had not come on yet. she hurried over hoping to find someone to she got to the door she noticed it was locked, so she knocked and called out for help.

two bolts were all it took for him to open the door and there she stood barefoot with her silk dress wrapped tightly against her body, her long hair dripping down . she was clearly distressed. she started to explain to him what she needed but he seemed to not pay attention to what she was saying. he gently took his hand and with confidence brushed her hair away from her cheek.


Sitting in his over-sized chair, he listened to the rain falling on the roof. It was a soothing sound. Even though it was warm out, there was a damp chill and he had brewed hot tea, something he rarely drank. Also because of the weather, he had not opened his pub. It wouldn't have been smart financially, so he had showered and was now relaxing in his robe and his favorite sweat shorts. All of the sudden he heard knocking on the door.

Who could it be, he wondered, as he made his way to the door. Unlocking it, he opened it to see a very wet lady wearing a dress which left little to the imagination. He let his eyes wander down her body, than realized it was shaking. She was trying to talk, but at that moment, all he saw was someone in need. Reaching out, he brushed her hair off her cheek. All he knew was to take charge.

Taking her by the hand, he said "Come in, and dry off. You need to get out of those wet clothes; I have a robe you can put on, and you should get a hot shower." She followed him into his apartment, which was just back of the pub. "First let me get you that robe, and then I also have some hot tea. You get that shower. We don't want you getting sick."

He led her to the bathroom, got a dry towel and his extra robe out of the linen closet. "I'll go pour you some tea." he said. Standing in his kitchen, he let his mind think of the woman's body. She was a beauty. He remembered her subtle lines, ample breasts, the way the dress clung to her thighs and between her legs. Her long hair was wet, but he thought it was an auburn color when dry. In the background, he could hear the shower running. He was feeling warm just thinking of her so he slipped off his robe as he walked up to the bathroom door. Knocking softly, he said "I am putting the cup of tea by the sink" as he reached inside. There on the floor lay her dress, panties, and handbag. As he turned to leave he heard her say "Thank you. Thank you so much" Glancing back, he saw her.


she was entranced by the look in his eyes and how he took her in. she felt comforted and in disbelief that she was in a strange place yet it felt so right.

as she slowly unhooked her dress the cool evening air settled into her bones giving her a chill, goosebumps were all over her body and her nipples were erect. she suspected it wasn't only from the cold but her excitement and anticipation about man that stood on the other side of the doorway.

as her dress fell to the floor she took off her panties and stepped into the steaming shower. at first the hot drops of water stung her chilled body and she pulled back away so not to get burned. slowly she felt the water with her hand and then her thigh. the steam from the hot water warmed her and she got closer. she felt every sensation and she no longer was thinking about where she going. she wanted to be here in the moment and let it take her wherever she needed it to go.

she reached for the soap and saw him standing by the doorway. she should have been frightened every womanly signal was going off in her head, this was not a safe place to be, yet his eyes, she couldn't forget his eyes. they looked deeply into her soul and soothed her in that one moment when he opened the door and took her in.

she knew he was watching her as she let the water cascade down her breasts and in between her thighs. the soap was running down her back as she turned her back to him. she knew he was getting excited just as she already was. she massaged her erect nipples pinching them just a bit to heighten the sensation. her hand slipped down and made its way down her abdomen to her clit and she felt the unstoppable urge to rub it gently. she turned to see him standing there watching her. she looked up into his eyes, took her hand and touched his soft lips. bringing him closer to her she kissed him.


When he glanced back, he saw her nude figure through the frosted glass. Even with it frosted, he could make out the curves of her body. He saw her look his way, but then she turned her back to him. "Did she see me?" he asked himself. He felt like he was in a dream; entranced. He suddenly realized he'd almost walked to the shower door. He could see the back of her head over the door.

And then, she turned around and looked him straight in the eye. Suddenly, the shower door was open. Did he open it; did she? He didn't know or care. All he could feel was a strong urge to be with her that was so overpowering. She reached up and touched his lips. No words were spoken. Luckily for him, he was wearing only his sweat shorts, which he let fall to the floor. His cock was so hard for this woman. Stepping out of his fallen shorts, she took him by one hand and guided him into the shower where the water was starting to steam up the bathroom. He leaned forward to kiss her, his lips soft against hers. She tensed, but then relaxed and began to enjoy the kiss.

Wiping her dripping hair from her face, he gently kissed her eyes, then her neck and back to her lips. He waited to use his tongue; they had time. He explored every one of her curves with his fingertips. He caressed her breasts and smooth stomach, his hands searching lower, working down to her thighs, and to her already very soaked pussy. She ran her hands over his chest and down his stomach, moving
lower. And so it began


his kiss made her weak to resist and she could feel her desire growing inside of her. she wanted him so badly, she felt it and there was no denying it. this was something she never felt before in her life.

his chest was strong as her hand followed every curve. around down, she touched his nipple and brought her lips close. the water streaming down her face she was drinking it in as she kissed him. she felt as if the water was him she was tasting, his soul. it was pouring into her mouth and down her throat. she was over powered by this man it was spiritual and her want and desire for him over came her... there was no reason, just desire.

her hand caressed down his back and every inch of him made her heart moan and soon the soft words made their way out of her and she whispered in his ear. "i want you, i need you"

she took hold of his hard cock and brought it closer to her. she wanted to feel it on her. pressing into her. her pussy was so swollen now. and it throbbed in anticipation. her heart was beating with every kiss deeper. longer. she bit his lip she wanted to taste him, to feel his heart, she wanted his cock inside of her, but he teased her.......

This is my submission to the GBE. This week's topic is "Lust"

The GBE, or Group Blogging Experience is great fun. Each week (usually on Tuesday) we are given a general topic by our fearless leader Alicia and we have until that Saturday to blog about it. Say whatever you want. Silly, serious, true, fiction, debate.... whatever. It's up to you.

If your interested just go to Alicia's Blog and and check it out. If you want to participate comment her blog saying "I'm in", that's it. No big sign up or anything. You blog and she'll link to your blog and everyone else's on Saturday.

Make sure you're not private, although it's not a necessity. It just makes it easier for everyone to read your submission.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Moms in group therapy

A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young
Mothers and their small children.

'You all have obsessions,' he observed.

To the first mother, Mary, he said, 'You are obsessed with eating.
You've even named your daughter Candy.'

He turned to the second Mom, Ann: 'Your obsession is with money.
Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Penny.'

He turned to the third Mom, Kathy: 'Your obsession is alcohol.
This too shows itself in your child's name, Brandy.'

At this point, the fourth mother, Joyce, quietly got up, took her little boy by the hand and whispered, 'Come on, Dick, this guy has no idea what he's talking about. Let's go pick up Peter and Willy from school and go out to dinner.

Monday, April 6, 2009

"Burning of the Midnight Lamp"

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Just a little background on the song:

This song was first released as a mono single b/w "The Stars That Play with Laughing Sam's Dice" in the United Kingdom on August 19, 1967 (peaking at #18). It later appeared on the band's third and final studio album, Electric Ladyland (1968).

The single features more sophisticated instrumentation and production than Jimi's earlier 1967 releases, and anticipates the richness and detail of Axis: Bold as Love (1967) and Electric Ladyland. Both songs feature the wah-wah guitar effect, a first for Hendrix and later to become a regular element of his playing. The song is also one of the few on which Hendrix plays keyboard. Recorded July 7 and 20, 1967 at Mayfair Studios, "Burning of the Midnight Lamp" features complex instrumentation and studio production.

The song opens with a delicate melody played on an electric harpsichord and wah-wah guitar that is soon joined by Noel Redding and Mitch Mitchell's bass and drums. During the verses, the rhythm section playing is insistent, in contrast to the angelic background vocals and harpsichord that provide a crescendo to each verse. According to engineer Eddie Kramer, the vocals are by Cissy Houston and The Sweet Inspirations, Aretha Franklin's backup group. The mandolin effect is produced by recording two or more guitars playing the same part slowly, then speeding it up so that it plays at double speed on the record, effecting a unique timbre. The building instrumentation is repeated for each verse.

Hendrix speaks the line "Loneliness … is such a drag" during a turnaround in the middle of the song.
His attachment to the song is evidenced by the decision to include it on Electric Ladyland over a year after first releasing it. [1]

[1] From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


This song was under rated when released and still is today in the Hendrix catalog. The lyrics are so beautiful.

Sunday, April 5, 2009

GBE 82 - Marijuana


The topic this week in the GBE is should or shouldn't Marijuana be legalized?

Cannabis. You know, that stuff also known as aunt mary, boom, chronic, dope, ganja, gangster, grass, hash, herb, kif, mary jane, pot, reefer, sinsemilla, skunk, weed, and a whole list of other names.

With big companies and big brother watching even the blogs we write, we must be careful about what we say, or should I say, how we word it. But I will say this: Marijuana doesn't mess you up as much as alcohol, and alcohol is legal. So what do you think I think? Make it legal and the pros outweigh cons... It just makes sense. Right now we have all cons - in jail for getting pulled over or stopped and having a little weed on them. Our taxes are going to house so-called criminals, while child molesters and violent criminals get reduced sentences because of overcrowding of our jails.

There is a difference between a casual user and a trafficker. But if made legal, the
trafficker would just become another company that could be taxed and become a source of revenue. And isn't it all about generating revenue?

Tell me what you think. And also tell me songs you think of that I missed. You guys KNOW I have to include music. ;-)

So, before you start commenting back, just press play and listen to some of the music I found. I had so many songs to choose from.
If you want, go ahead and post any you happen to think of with your comment.

Awwww. Those were the days. *sigh*


This is my submission to the GBE. This week's topic is "Legalize Marijuana?"

The GBE, or Group Blogging Experience is great fun. Each week (usually on Tuesday) we are given a general topic by our fearless leader Alicia and we have until that Saturday to blog about it. Say whatever you want. Silly, serious, true, fiction, debate.... whatever. It's up to you.

If your interested just go to Alicia's Blog and and check it out. If you want to participate comment her blog saying "I'm in", that's it. No big sign up or anything. You blog and she'll link to your blog and everyone else's on Saturday.

Make sure you're not private, although it's not a necessity. It just makes it easier for everyone to read your submission.