Archive for eroticism

the face of certain death (part 3 of 8 from “A Tincture Of Tellurium”

Posted in poetry, relationships with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 8, 2010 by blackstarr

Starkly recognizable,

the face of certain death appeared.

It was toxic, poison,

and, there loomed a hint of evil.

But, she was the quintessential Aphrodite,

in possession of an intrinsic eroticism.

She was the one.

At long last, she had shown herself.

Her eyes were piercing, and, as black as coal,

and, i was prepared to relinquish my very soul.

Her eminence was immeasurable.

Before me, stood the eidolon,

that dream of perfection found.

Her legs seemed to tower to an unimaginable height.

Her breasts were impeccably voluptuous,

and, the splendor that radiated from her face

was heretofore unequaled.

The great Nefertiti would have conceded

her throne of sublime elegance

in the company of such rare beauty.

 

Yet, at the same time, I peered into the face of certain death.

I gazed upon that toxic beauty,

and, was immediately aware of the evil that lived within.

But, to taste of that poison, to be consumed by that evil,

I would have wallowed in that death as if it were but sweet repose.

Though possessed with that new-found mission,

I would live to see the blossom of a new day.

The cup from which I would gladly have sipped,

even in the knowledge of its fatal eventuality,

had escaped my grasp.

As if by some magic,

as if by some mystical power,

in an instant  .  .  .  she vanished.

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W.T.D. 01.05.09

Posted in humor, just for the bull of it, satire and sarcasm, social commentary, WTG (Walking The Dog) with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 5, 2009 by blackstarr

walking the dog 01Well, I’m not really walking the dog, today.  I’m more or less clearing the old brain cells of leftover nonesense from the year that has recently departed.  Never let it be said, however, that I am not the Angry Black Man anymore, because I am and ever will be.  Today – I’m just not feelin’ it.

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I want to welcome everyone to 2009 and offer my sincere wishes that this will truly be your year and that when it’s all said and done, this will be the year that finds you in the place that you’ve always wanted to be.  God willing, it will surely be my year.  Don’t even ask me about New Year’s resolutions.  It’s not that I don’t like them, it’s just that I’ve broken so many before that I am currently banned by Pennsylvania law from making any more.  So . . . don’t ask.

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Way across town, in the neighborhood that I once (or twice) lived, I always drive past a store with the most peculiar name: JUST ROSES and MORE.  WTH?  I still shake my head at that one.

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I often ponder, as well as ask the question, but never do I get an answer:  Why is it that we park in the driveway and drive on the parkway?  Why is  that?  Huh?  Why?

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Speaking of hoochies, I came across this little gem a few days ago. > click here <  Put that outfit on and I guarantee you that you can lounge around on my sofa all summer long and I will not be mad at cha for doing so!  That is like seriously sensual eroticism.  I don’t remember where I got that photo, but, I removed all of the extraneous letters in the URL and went to the main page – don’t do it!!  It is some crazy all-out porn!!

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Sensual eroticism?  I admit that to be a phrase which borders on redundancy.  So . . . how’s about a few oxymora (plural of oxymoron) to help you get started on your busy day?  For me, they are always good for at least a hint of a smile.  Here are three that guarantee a chuckle from yours truly:  original copy, the same difference, and the ever wonderful military intelligence.  Try these on for size:

pretty ugly

only choice

clearly confused

plastic glasses

Stop by FUN WITH WORDS for more delicious words and phrases that should never be in the same room at the same time.

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FLY, EAGLES, FLY! ‘Nuff said.

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I am not and will never ever be politically correct, nor will I practice semantics.  For me, it is what it is.  I call people “retarded” because it is my term of endearment for those who say things in an “out-of-the-way”, original manner that makes me smile.  I call women “fat” by way of a compliment because I simply adore “fat” women.  They bring me joy.  “Fat” is just not a bad word in my vocabulary.  It’s not that I am trying to be insensitive when I say such things, it’s just that . . . it is what it is.  I make no excuses nor do I pardon myself for the things that I say and the way that I say them.  OK, except when it comes to you ladies – you get me every time.  Therefore, I apologize in advance for what flows from my feeble brain: when it comes to logic, for the most part, women just don’t get it.  Why is that?  It’s because (according to the experts) women function mostly with the emotional and creative side of the brain (creative – that why ,again, according to the experts, women are so much better at lying than men – creative brainwaves).  Men, on the other hand, for the most part, think more with the logical and reasoning side of the brain.  There are opinions for and against each of those thoughts and there has never been a definitive answer as to which is better.

It’s all neither here nor there as all of that was merely a segue into the idea of opinions.  Yes – this little missive is not about women and their reasoning, but, rather, about opinions.  The group is The Doobie Brothers.  The track is “What A Fool Believes” (go ahead and click – I know you can listen and read at the same time).  Most importantly, the line from the song is “What a fool believes, no wise man has the power to reason away”.  That means that with all of one’s PhD’s, all of one’s street knowledge, and with all of the wisdom in the world, one still do not have the power to dispute what a fool believes.  In the context of the song, a fool has fallen in love with a woman who doesn’t even know that he is alive.  In his mind, however, he believes that she loves him back and that she is his.  If we remove “fool” and insert “person”, the line becomes relevant on an even higher level.  I don’t know if this was intentional, but, nevertheless, it is a coup d’etat.

The bottom line is that one person’s opinion is not subject to another’s  judgment.  An opinion has absolutely nothing to do with truth, fact, or reality.  That being the case, opinion can never be disputed.  When we see comments written about the things we post, we ofttimes see “IMO” or “IMHO”, the “o” standing for “opinion”, of course.  When you see that, take a deep breath, then exhale, and remember that it is merely one man’s opinion and nothing more.  There is actually no need to rebut.  There is no need to be angry because their thoughts differ from yours.  There is even no need to make them see the light.  They are merely expressing their opinions, key word being “opinions”.  If we take that forth with us into 2009, if we can relieve ourselves of even the slightest iota of stress from our existence, then, it means one more iota of peace and serenity put into our lives, even if for just a moment in time.  I know –  touchy-feely, but, hey.  Peace.

copyright  ©  2009  freedom

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