Risky InfatuationYour embrace rejuvenates me Anxiety. The rythm of our connection pulsates out of us freely, easily. What have you done to me? Your racing heart, when we touch, I find hypnotizing. Catch me, I'm falling. Should I be Cautious? Will you be careful? Remember we're both fragile. I feel good, I feel full, I feel moved I feel you What can I say? It's fate that's brought you to me, me to you.Risky Infatuation
A new life stands ahead of us and we've taken the right path. Let's keep it going, forget the past. We've found bliss, together, it's o
Summer PrayerThe heat of the seasonSummer Prayer
Its arrival invites the memories of the past
Like his presence, his touch, his words
Will these months be different this year
Will his aura captivate me still
Make this a joyous summer
A radiant warmth
Not a torturous sweat
I long for what used to be
I stand back
Observing the movement of time displayed for me
Life failed to progress
As I avoided the step towards excess happiness
It's that time of the year
That brings back the tears &n
Underneath the Top HatDuring the year Rock n’ Roll presented its best, The Beatles and The Stones, pop music taking a turn, Saul Hudson was born. As a child of an interracial family—his mother African American and his father British—Saul was exposed to atmospheres rich with music and colorful with culture and originality. Being the new product of the sixties, a wild and unforeseen future approached him. Art introduced itself to Saul through his parents: his mother being a costume designer for musicians and performers, and his father a born painter. The life his parents displayed for him flowedUnderneath the Top Hat
Bohemian HideawayThe icy wind penetrates the face of the one who strolls through the darkness of the streets of Costa Mesa on a Friday night. Footsteps of the walker echo in obscurity not long before dim street lights guide the road to a humble abode. A russet fence fastened tight guards and surrounds the short house, while a brilliantly luminous light hung from its roof draws the attention of its passers. The hatch opens and entrance is welcomed.Bohemian Hideaway
The smoke from a freshly lit joint, being the first to hit any set of nostrils, is a friendly introduction to an unfamiliar habitat, reminding the observer o
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Don't follow me, I plan on getting lost...
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"The intrepid Spaceman Spiff is stranded on a distant planet! ...our hero ruefully acknowledges that this happens fairly frequently.."
~diana-pinhole ~diana-the-camera
really appreciated
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Her soul in the balance, my heart in her hands ;
I made her a widow, she made me a man.
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