nudist photos
free exotic tales
Beautiful women in competition
art of beautiful women
Tasteful, yes I try.
I paint them
reflect on your pleasures on my canvas.
It worries me
batch freight
go back and forth
model for my own work
worry a little more.
I feel evasive about the screaming inside of me.
Grim Reaper art sometimes sneaks up.
Exotic lap dance?
Yes, I have also painted it.
I’m sorry
order your illusions
as I stand back and look at myself.
As I taste my own wings
singing?
or see my own death?
I’m paralyzed in my pleasures
or is it in the lack of them?
inside someone
other than myself.
Do I find that I am breathing dust?
a life lived for another
of their well-excited closets?
free exotic tales
in exotic lingerie?
Beautiful women do compete.
Naked women line these walls of mine
How do I know them or me?
Or a new perception of your own?
Can I weigh them fairly?
Can I see my own flesh in this tunnel?
It may be so…
maybe I can feel my own measurements.
What is old for them?
new to me
and while i stand still
I see
and listen to my own birth cry.
I protest
Or do I see an opportunity to know?
These confusions brought to the surface
these tin houses
grim reapers for some
these fragile flowers of grace
breathing.
I thought you could keep me
that ghost like treasure
I’m always trying to define.
I grab my coat and tape my fingers
I smell that the rain has been deserted.
drinking tea in the afternoon
I embrace my corner of this world.
holding on to elegance
a single leaf from any tree you spy
that feeling of miracles
it is cradled by a love of beauty.
these naked bodies
of beautiful women
uninhibited song
Do roses have calluses?
I thought its petals were brittle.
Perhaps dancing hardened their gaze.
those eyes on me
my sweet Lily
don’t lose a single dream of yours.
I will always be the host to the ships that sail
and feathers that meet the wind
despite the photos I’ve taken.
nudist photos
free exotic tales
Beautiful women in competition.
art of beautiful women
Tasteful, yes I try.
I paint them
and later?
I reflect on its pleasures on my canvas.
10/11/07
April 01, 2008
A continuation of this poem,
Free nude pictures and exotic stories are the subject of the above poem. It’s about my judgment fight, obviously, of myself in this effort and others about me. We are all trying to figure out what we can and will allow in our lives that will actually define us. I am as human as you. You found this poem because you are looking for a certain message or even a certain high. That’s not a bad thing. Beautiful women in competition are not always followed by an angel of death. Being comfortable with our own sexuality is also not a bad thing. Deciding to publish nude photos, in my case painting them? Art of beautiful women, gratuitous exotic stories, yes, I guess I’m accepting them.
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