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Posted 14 years agoToo oft i ponder my reason to know,
Unkempt and lost in conciousness.
These thoughts swirling in empty pools,
Seeking release beyond these dreams.
To dream is my enigma, truth into sureal.
My purpose, far surpassing a simple need.
Nearing the pit i see myself in the past.
Where i am to the previous form.
To my friends i have a smile,
Too true to be a mask.
Such a thing i hold onto reserve.
A cage for the animal, my demon.
In my eyes i see beyond the surface,
Your true heart exposed to me.
A false intent is unforgiving,
Though gullible i will remain.
But the truth behind your mask is no secret,
I know the maker, i know the painter,
The carver to the masks of all,
Be true first to yourself.....
And drop the mask.
Unkempt and lost in conciousness.
These thoughts swirling in empty pools,
Seeking release beyond these dreams.
To dream is my enigma, truth into sureal.
My purpose, far surpassing a simple need.
Nearing the pit i see myself in the past.
Where i am to the previous form.
To my friends i have a smile,
Too true to be a mask.
Such a thing i hold onto reserve.
A cage for the animal, my demon.
In my eyes i see beyond the surface,
Your true heart exposed to me.
A false intent is unforgiving,
Though gullible i will remain.
But the truth behind your mask is no secret,
I know the maker, i know the painter,
The carver to the masks of all,
Be true first to yourself.....
And drop the mask.
avatar hopping
Posted 15 years agoTruth be told, im nearing wits end
Beyond repair and scattered.
I know what the cause,
But yet i ponder the matter.
To see such beauty...such grace
These moldings of papers and pen,
Fleeting beyond my grasp it seems,
As these visions appear and resend.
For no matter the watch,
No matter the note or fav.
Out there, is still one more,
Awaiting my eyes that glaze.
I jump into profiles,
Into galleries and more,
And seek out the artists,
Who's touch i adore.
There is only so much,
Just moments it seems,
that leave me to question,
On if its a dream.
So to all i stand, Humbled yet proud,
Honoring fellow artists with a solemn bow.
Beyond repair and scattered.
I know what the cause,
But yet i ponder the matter.
To see such beauty...such grace
These moldings of papers and pen,
Fleeting beyond my grasp it seems,
As these visions appear and resend.
For no matter the watch,
No matter the note or fav.
Out there, is still one more,
Awaiting my eyes that glaze.
I jump into profiles,
Into galleries and more,
And seek out the artists,
Who's touch i adore.
There is only so much,
Just moments it seems,
that leave me to question,
On if its a dream.
So to all i stand, Humbled yet proud,
Honoring fellow artists with a solemn bow.
Do we wonder?
Posted 15 years agoTo reach out and speak is forever a chore when taking account to the heart of mankind. Though no matter the generalization of what we are, what we were or even who we are to become, we stand in opposition even in the same room. For no two persons can exist alike, the only common point we truly have is that at some point we were given life and we choose whether or not to live it.
But still I ponder what effects our life will have if there was not just one of ourselves. Do not misconstru my words to a level of scisophrenia, simply the fact that we are never born alone. Whatever the cause, reason, reaction or influence, we are still amongst ourselves. That can never truly change. True madness lies in the desolation of that matter.
I do not beckon thee to accept nor disreguard what I say for even with words unsaid the mind has a way of putting a voice to them. I wish not to live a life of vandetta's or spoils. Even in my own mind I see myself not as a king or god, simply an artist with a blank slate. Even on days that shine their blackest they will always start anew, wiped clean.
I do have morals and ideas that many share though I shall not share aloud. No sword can cut as deep as words, no arrow can pierce a heart deeper.
Remember now, words keep secrets, words give us hope. Even those who can't speak can yell defiance, those who can't read can interpret life and those who remain silent can still raise their arms in hope. let the rain fall, let the thunder cry, let all who see us know that we will strike as lightning. We are the power and no matter who or what we are, we will be the voice of our futures and speak aloud to who we will become.
Pass love, cherish hope and live life. For these will show you the truth in my words.
Live...love...hope
But still I ponder what effects our life will have if there was not just one of ourselves. Do not misconstru my words to a level of scisophrenia, simply the fact that we are never born alone. Whatever the cause, reason, reaction or influence, we are still amongst ourselves. That can never truly change. True madness lies in the desolation of that matter.
I do not beckon thee to accept nor disreguard what I say for even with words unsaid the mind has a way of putting a voice to them. I wish not to live a life of vandetta's or spoils. Even in my own mind I see myself not as a king or god, simply an artist with a blank slate. Even on days that shine their blackest they will always start anew, wiped clean.
I do have morals and ideas that many share though I shall not share aloud. No sword can cut as deep as words, no arrow can pierce a heart deeper.
Remember now, words keep secrets, words give us hope. Even those who can't speak can yell defiance, those who can't read can interpret life and those who remain silent can still raise their arms in hope. let the rain fall, let the thunder cry, let all who see us know that we will strike as lightning. We are the power and no matter who or what we are, we will be the voice of our futures and speak aloud to who we will become.
Pass love, cherish hope and live life. For these will show you the truth in my words.
Live...love...hope
Fresh meat yet tenderized
Posted 15 years agoHey all, the magic fingered fox has arrived! Call me Mavi, I am a masseuse by trade and a candy maker master. =]
I'm currently stranded in the NW US till things prioritize around me. My habits are drawing, admiring and wrighting smut and sexyness among other things. I have been learning freerunning from my Roc comrade and am getting progressively better.
Now to the important things, I'm a 22yr old, 6ft, 210lb blue fox (will have pic later on). I love spreading and receiving the love from all my friends. My biggest wish in this world is to find my lifemate and be the provider so as not to rely on our "prospering" economy.
I'm not a boozer, heavy smoker (yet I will indulge in sheesha every now and again), but I am open to any and all requests. On top of it all, I am looking to expand my clientel for massage, so if you feel the need to have a kink, rope or knot worked on, don't be afraid to note. ;]
Hope to meet all of u soon, Ouarto Siempre!
I'm currently stranded in the NW US till things prioritize around me. My habits are drawing, admiring and wrighting smut and sexyness among other things. I have been learning freerunning from my Roc comrade and am getting progressively better.
Now to the important things, I'm a 22yr old, 6ft, 210lb blue fox (will have pic later on). I love spreading and receiving the love from all my friends. My biggest wish in this world is to find my lifemate and be the provider so as not to rely on our "prospering" economy.
I'm not a boozer, heavy smoker (yet I will indulge in sheesha every now and again), but I am open to any and all requests. On top of it all, I am looking to expand my clientel for massage, so if you feel the need to have a kink, rope or knot worked on, don't be afraid to note. ;]
Hope to meet all of u soon, Ouarto Siempre!
