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MSN is being a pain in my arse... connot post ... cannot roast... cannot chat ... what is up with that... Same shit is better than no shit... But, best when its done with a whip...lol MSN is not playing nice... So we close our eyes and ask for some rice... We bend over and take it... All we have to do is fake it... written 9/28/2006 ©strapper creations all rights reserved KEN |
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BETRAYED- soul CONFUSED- mind ELIMINATED- desire FRIGHTEN- forgotten SENSUALISM- always SENTENTIOUS- never UNREALISTIC- forever VESTIGE- why? WARRANT- take me away WASTAGE- life ©Strapper Creations all rights reserved 4/6/2006 |
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Something I wrote for my brother .. and a freind made into a tag ... It's was an abc challenge. where I was asked to right a small story using the whole alphabet... |
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A few comments, if I may, hmmm, even if I may not *giggles*: Your dialogue with Rita is totally stunning, holding the breath of the reader and yet relaxed and how shall I say, ahh, but words elude me at the moment so we shall leave this for now. Your other wanderings with the word, interesting, sensual but not in a sexual way, your romance with the written word quite evident and yet elusive to one not looking to find it. Your POW flag and writting, all too reminiscent for me of the Viet Nam days for I lost all too many friends in that horrid jungle conflict. And yet, the bright pink a color of hope in some ways and a color of the blood having been washed of the bright red by the monsoons in another way. Powerful! Write on oh young man with a will to communicate his emotion, his sensuality, his anger, pain, and sense of loss and yet wonder...such emotion needs to be shared. Jackie |
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something from nothing... nothing from something... everything in stride... stride in everything... lost in sight... sight in lost... left is right ... right is left ... up is down ... down is up ... why??? |
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And so my friend, the endless riddle of life goes on and on and on... Up is indeed down and down is indeed up as black is white and white is black. Why do we ponder such incomprehensible, nonsensicle, nonsense? Simple questions become simple answers of course: Because the incomprehensible nonsense is there and forever which is never shall always be. As for me I'll not ponder this nonsense again and again I'll just go on about my merry way You can ponder your thoughts Or ponder them not But leave me with a totally Blank mind Jackie |
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Deep in the embrace of your lovers flame. Fire surrounds, sings to us and will eventually consume us. In this life we do all kinds of crazy things to keep ourselves happy. Happiness only comes when you let it come of its own free will. Feelings, outside of your reach, So must my heart go. Love cannot survive without lust. Lust cannot survive without emotions. Fire delights this lonely seperated soul. When it comes to it, I would rather burn from the passion than to hide it and not feel its warmth. Feeling you under my touches as you wriggle from passion. Hearing your breathing, gasping, and slow gutteral moans, fills my soul with the inner peace and desire I need. written by: ©Ken Feldhus all rights reserved |
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waking dreams In public .. while we dance... You faced away from me but your hands were all over me... I love the way you make me feel... On the dance floor, in the mist of other people dancing, we were the only two people there. My hands hidden under your shirt, my face burried in your neck, slowly, sweetly, singing in your ear. Your hair, the smell of Jasmine, your skin, the smell of perfection. You do not know how bad I want you. The awkward Positions I can see us getting into. Oh, so fun tho. The pleasure I dream, long for. Haunting my very deepest, darkest recesses. Can this be a dream? Can this be real? I touch your skin, and my fingers turn to velvet, to counteract your silky smooth skin. Depths of desire has nothing compared to the joy you are giving to me. written by: ©Ken Feldhus all rights reserved |
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Wild silence In this silence that we share in this house, BAM, the noise screams out. I shake and shudder really quick like, I analyze the room quickly. NOTHING! I go back about my business, everything seemed O.K. Nothing will get to me, I tell myself. The silence resumes nothing is as it looks, another crash. I look around quickly, Nothing! Now, I am getting worried. There is nothing moved, knocked down, or anyone there. Is it my imagination? Is it my paranoia? I go back to my work once again. As I sit here, thinking about the noise I heard, I wonder why it was so loud and where it may have come from. Was it the furnace? Was it the cat? Was it even the dog? could it be the youngest kid falling out of bed? (but, no crying) Hmmm, what could it be? I find that later, the more that I think about it. It was my heart falling for you. Forever is the price of these crashes. For they will forever be ringing in my heart! ©Strapper creations '06 all rights reserved 11/14/2006 |
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well now Jackie.. those questions were not about the reasons, nor the rhyme. It was for thought provoking madness...lol |
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Sometimes when the wind howls... the mood it sets is staggering... the darkness... the definate disguise of fear... in it creeps like a dagger through a quiet night. When you cannot shake it... You cannot remake it... forever will be in you... the moonlight of love is nothing that can be felt... For you are my windbreak... for you are my moonlight... forever will you light my way... Strapper creations '06 ©all rights reserved |
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The winter winds are the toughest to handle.... If ever you get the winds to change .. They will never be the same when you look at them .. The nicest thing that will happen, is the sunrays beaming down on your face. The mornings are when the winds bother a person the most. As the wind rocks the cradle on that bow, you can eat that ding dong. Just remember that the wind is all about change. Remember that your brothers and sisters are all here for you to Rock with. This gang will jump on that train if ever you ask us to. forget not what you are thinking... the gravity of the situation is about not giving up... back to reality... loose yourself, never... take what you want to become your own king... cold water will not help ... take your dreams and wash away the impurities with warm water... oportunities only come once in a lifetime... if you do not jump them, you might loose them like the pie-piper... failure is not an option... the moment will not present itself again... the last call for all of your dreams... energy wasted, or not... thats your call... Karma will not be my friend when the pain becomes too much to bear.... My inner voice smiles... Never does it talk to me anymore... In my dreams I can hear them... As the dreams close them curtains on my soul... They are becoming the darkest chapters in my life... As the fire burns into ashes I see the memories degraded by my heart... I am not a superman... I cannot handle the building thing in a single bound... I am not faster than a speeding bullet... My heart is right here in my sleeve... It's right where everyone can see it... I cannot hide that... But it seems the harder I try... I seem to fall into a deeper darker abyss... crazy to read this?? ©Strapper Creations all rights reserved |
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To look into ones self to find the strength is sometimes the most difficult thing to do. The strength of the soul, sometimes as strong as an ox, but also, so fragile. Without the support of good friends and family we are nothing, but a pile of steaming rubble in this life. Nothing can compare to the heart-felt well wishes from our friends, family and neighbors. For without them we are nothing, but lost and wandering alone in darkness... It has been said that the richest people have the dearest friends and relatives, who enrich every aspect of our lives. Forever will you be in our hearts and prayers , for friendship is not of face to face meetings, but in our words and actions. ©Strapper Creations all rights reserved |
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Truth.. the Unforgivable... Some say that the young souls are the most inexperienced... Somedays, they forget that the souls are the age of the mind it just so happens to inhabit. Age is just a number, we as people put on ourselves to remember that time flies by . The young are sometimes just a little bit more experienced than the older. I am not saying that I am accussing anyone of anything... I am just saying, I love the way that things are! Some things, making mistakes just to remember that you are still alive. Why do we have to put lines in our lives? I cannot desire to cross it. Growing to know oneself, is the key to everlasting happiness. The more you know, the Happier you can become. ©Strapper Creations all rights reserved... |
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“Things�?/P> ©Strapper creations all rights reserved�?/P> <o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p> Dreams they come and go�?/P> Dusty and not clean�?/P> The ones that stay with us are the ones that we conquer together�?/P> Anything, everything, nothing runs through my mind�? In my soul the fire, blinding, burning, consuming, the desires of this heart�?/P> These desires, forthcoming into our waking dreams�?/P> The answers, never within our reach!!! <o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p> Love isn’t the same in my world�? Sometimes it takes many forms�?/P> Quicksand, has nothing on the way my soul fell into your eyes�?/P> Without that key for my soul, how can I ever get myself to open up to anyone??? In the Northland, they claim that love has no boundaries�?/P> For that, it is true�?/P> <o:p></o:p> |
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With the Past created.. The Future crowds us... Around you, Security is mine... In these times, our strength in each other... Tested, pushed to its limits... Finding love again, is hard to imgine... |
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