Astrologically Speaking I am…
imaginative, sensitive, and creative with an adventurous spirit. Honest, direct possess a natural diplomatic incline. Attractive charm and concerned with image. Versatile personality, seek out new and exciting experiences. Guard against being impatient or restless.
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Tuesday, January 8, 2008
A Fortuitous Day!
Don’t think me churlish but anecdotally this story is true.
My morning 1/02/008 started as usual for a day with appointments. Made the daily pot of green tea. Walked the dog. Ate two poached eggs. Got on the 16B bus and headed for town. Stopped at Starbucks for a second cup o’ green tea. And as I arrived for my appointment I got a call on my cell that that Laure had canceled appointment and the office girl was her nembulous true to fashion about the state of Laure’s health. I had said have her call me to set up another visit. So not as to make the day a complete debacle. I made a couple of calls finished my tea and got on the 81B then stopped to do some banquing for Barbara. Refreshed my tea at another Starbucks then headed for Whole Foods. There received a hearty welcome as from a blond male employee who called me tartanguy who asked why he hadn’t been included in my blog, yet? My rejoinder was Carpe Dium! He was on break and asked my to join him. We traveled to the back of the store where I received a garrulous wet kiss in privacy. His inscrutable verbiage I gathered that time would be short. He took my cock in hand and I his as we quintessentially made way to the task at “hand”. His pants fell to the floor so I turned him about and rimmed him. His ass was ravenous at my administrations then upon request to fuck him I donned latex. I impaled him slowly as he cooed. His love canal was warm – the dark wet recess of joy was my pleasure. My mind whirled at the ecstasy of the moment. Soon I bent him in half – his face against his knees as I fucked deeper and with harder thrusts. As if the quintessential of joy could decimate me, I fucked on. I pulled him back up and planted a kiss over his right shoulder. We hung on the precipice of climax as he shot his wad then I mine. Gobs of white-hot seed spew forth. He faltered as if to fall I caught him in my embrace as we stood spent and relieved. The veracity of the moment screamed to our muffled sighs. Then in flattering praise of each other we separated with another wet sloppy deep kiss standing there among papers and boxes. After our surreptitious deed he brought me small tasty bits of sushi as I waited for Chris and our lunch date.
Chris arrived just before 12:30 p.m. and we meandered through the store to select our entrees for lunch. I had more sushi and he collected several tasty looking thing from the hot bar. I gave him his Yule present a CD case and he loaned me more Babylon 5 VHS tapes to watch at home. We chatted about such things as my dungeon and Dragons character and how I had up dated it by spending gold pieces on magical items and changes to my skills. A female employee took photos with my camera to keep for posterity. After finishing our meal we exited to smoke. He Durham and I cloves as we made way down the street. We talked about having another lunch date as he might be getting a new job out of this area. He showed me where to catch a 500 bus and I left him on the street as I entered Borders bookstore. I shopped a bit got a pilot pen, an artificial Yule tree for next year that had been marked down, a couple of Xanth paper backs and the Dolphins of Pern to read then headed for my next appointment. I arrived in time to leave a message about billing suggestions and read some of a Xanth novel.
After my appointment I went to the bus stop and waited for the 500. When it arrived I loaded myself with other riders. I chatted up a male passenger. Got off at 6th and Liberty in time to take the 16B home.
Friday the 4th I had another appointment. So I took my medication and languished in bed for another 45 minutes then got up. Walked the dog as my tea was steeping. Sipped eagerly the Oriental infusion of black berries and the green tea. Got on the 16B bus and headed once more for town. Lit a clove as I crossed to the next bus stop. Arrived early at the dentist, Dr. Jani. After seeing the dentist I got on the bus and made way to town and then to another bus stop on Liberty to go to Ross Park Mall. At the stop I met a wonderful young Asian lady. We chatted there and then later on the crowded bus as I made way to a set when available. I also talked with a man from Italy who was there to learn English. I walked her in the mall then went to Pagoda to purchase new steel jewelry for my piercing, my nose and Prince Albert. Ate some food from the Taj Mahal, curried chicken, veggies in a creamy sauce and some rice with other vegetables. After eating I put on the nasal jewelry then went to the men’s room to put in a new steel piece in my P. A. I read some of my Xanth novel: “Cube Route,” then walked the mall. I went into a doll store, Kaleidoscope and chatted with an employee about making doll clothes to be put in there on consignment. To do so I need to buy a doll for about $50 or less after they go on sale in a week or two. Bought some other Yule trinkets at another store then went to the candy store to purchase some Jelly Bellies but they were out of Buttered Popcorn flavor. So I didn’t buy any. Exited the mall and headed for the bus stop. There was a young lady on her cell phone as I smoke a pipe of molonga. I read more of my newly purchased paperback. As I left the bus a woman who sat next to me left a plastic bag with her purchases including some men’s gloves and $40. The bus arrived a gathering entered and on the road again. I got off at Giant Eagles where I got some money orders and then walked to the Post Office where I purchased some stamps and mail the money orders. I crossed the south commons to the bus stop and headed home after a short respite. I got on the 17B, read some more and soon was home. Chatted with Gary after bringing in the mail and composed this entry.
Saturday, the 5th of January, the day was a morning of chores. I took down the Yule wreaths, put food in the bird feeder, swept and mopped the kitchen, walked the dog, made a pot of green tea, showered and shaved, did a load of laundry and cleaned the porcelain and mopped the floor in the bathroom on the 2nd floor. Watched a Jerry O’Connell movie, “Kangaroo Jack” on Hallmark channel. The movie was sexy and the fantasy parts and the camel farts were wonderfully funny. Had a bite to eat then folded a load of clothes from the dryer from yesterday’s laundry and waited for Gary to get up.
Dudley, the dog, barked in the basement at the intruding mice that we are battling as I worked on entries for my blog.
I helped Gary tidy his room, finished the laundry and had a bit to eat. Gary says that he wants to go to P-Town tonight to see the dancers and get a drink or three. By text message I invited Chris who texted that his cold was lingering, Will who texted that he was going to the Steelers game and Jim who texted that he also wasn’t feeling too well. I dress for tonight in black slacks, black T-shirt, and black and white Guatemalan hooded pull over. I, so, hope I get lucky tonight.
Gary plans to make baked beans and sausages for supper.
Yesterday was the anniversary of Gary and Barbara’s mother’s death. So Barbara is depressed tonight and waxing nostalgia just seemed to make it worse. There was conversation on how terribly death was for so many of her relatives. I am so glad that Gary wants to go out tonight now. I am not a stranger to death. I lost my dad to a land mine in Viet Nam and lovers, David to an auto accident, Jerry to a gun shot in his face and Nikki to stomach cancer. And so many of us my age have lost friends and classmates to AIDS.
But enough about death, here’s to life! and a great night of revelry. At P-Town Gary liked the bartender Wade & I met a nice friendly guy, Brian but fell in lust with the erotic dancer Tommy. I’d just love to have him on the end of my pencil – draw a sketch of him. He was comely and had a fit – toned body, a lovely ass also a well lovely and proportioned of hard cock. Tommy seemed to have an inviting personality as well chatting briefly with each person that put a dollar in his navy blue NY Police jock strap. I put a dollar in his jock strap twice. The second time I gave him my business card and had written that I like to sketch him sometime. Gary had some Irish whiskey and I a glass of gin and cranberry juice. Would so love to go back on a Sunday for buffet at 4 p.m. and see more erotic male dancers. The Stealers game was on large flat-screened TVs. It was a shame that the Steelers lost but a good time seemed to be had by all at P-Town. Saturday and Wednesday nights as well as the Sunday afternoons is their schedule for erotic male dancers at P-town. It’s a must - a friendly prompt service is also included.
Don’t think me churlish but anecdotally this story is true.
My morning 1/02/008 started as usual for a day with appointments. Made the daily pot of green tea. Walked the dog. Ate two poached eggs. Got on the 16B bus and headed for town. Stopped at Starbucks for a second cup o’ green tea. And as I arrived for my appointment I got a call on my cell that that Laure had canceled appointment and the office girl was her nembulous true to fashion about the state of Laure’s health. I had said have her call me to set up another visit. So not as to make the day a complete debacle. I made a couple of calls finished my tea and got on the 81B then stopped to do some banquing for Barbara. Refreshed my tea at another Starbucks then headed for Whole Foods. There received a hearty welcome as from a blond male employee who called me tartanguy who asked why he hadn’t been included in my blog, yet? My rejoinder was Carpe Dium! He was on break and asked my to join him. We traveled to the back of the store where I received a garrulous wet kiss in privacy. His inscrutable verbiage I gathered that time would be short. He took my cock in hand and I his as we quintessentially made way to the task at “hand”. His pants fell to the floor so I turned him about and rimmed him. His ass was ravenous at my administrations then upon request to fuck him I donned latex. I impaled him slowly as he cooed. His love canal was warm – the dark wet recess of joy was my pleasure. My mind whirled at the ecstasy of the moment. Soon I bent him in half – his face against his knees as I fucked deeper and with harder thrusts. As if the quintessential of joy could decimate me, I fucked on. I pulled him back up and planted a kiss over his right shoulder. We hung on the precipice of climax as he shot his wad then I mine. Gobs of white-hot seed spew forth. He faltered as if to fall I caught him in my embrace as we stood spent and relieved. The veracity of the moment screamed to our muffled sighs. Then in flattering praise of each other we separated with another wet sloppy deep kiss standing there among papers and boxes. After our surreptitious deed he brought me small tasty bits of sushi as I waited for Chris and our lunch date.
Chris arrived just before 12:30 p.m. and we meandered through the store to select our entrees for lunch. I had more sushi and he collected several tasty looking thing from the hot bar. I gave him his Yule present a CD case and he loaned me more Babylon 5 VHS tapes to watch at home. We chatted about such things as my dungeon and Dragons character and how I had up dated it by spending gold pieces on magical items and changes to my skills. A female employee took photos with my camera to keep for posterity. After finishing our meal we exited to smoke. He Durham and I cloves as we made way down the street. We talked about having another lunch date as he might be getting a new job out of this area. He showed me where to catch a 500 bus and I left him on the street as I entered Borders bookstore. I shopped a bit got a pilot pen, an artificial Yule tree for next year that had been marked down, a couple of Xanth paper backs and the Dolphins of Pern to read then headed for my next appointment. I arrived in time to leave a message about billing suggestions and read some of a Xanth novel.
After my appointment I went to the bus stop and waited for the 500. When it arrived I loaded myself with other riders. I chatted up a male passenger. Got off at 6th and Liberty in time to take the 16B home.
Friday the 4th I had another appointment. So I took my medication and languished in bed for another 45 minutes then got up. Walked the dog as my tea was steeping. Sipped eagerly the Oriental infusion of black berries and the green tea. Got on the 16B bus and headed once more for town. Lit a clove as I crossed to the next bus stop. Arrived early at the dentist, Dr. Jani. After seeing the dentist I got on the bus and made way to town and then to another bus stop on Liberty to go to Ross Park Mall. At the stop I met a wonderful young Asian lady. We chatted there and then later on the crowded bus as I made way to a set when available. I also talked with a man from Italy who was there to learn English. I walked her in the mall then went to Pagoda to purchase new steel jewelry for my piercing, my nose and Prince Albert. Ate some food from the Taj Mahal, curried chicken, veggies in a creamy sauce and some rice with other vegetables. After eating I put on the nasal jewelry then went to the men’s room to put in a new steel piece in my P. A. I read some of my Xanth novel: “Cube Route,” then walked the mall. I went into a doll store, Kaleidoscope and chatted with an employee about making doll clothes to be put in there on consignment. To do so I need to buy a doll for about $50 or less after they go on sale in a week or two. Bought some other Yule trinkets at another store then went to the candy store to purchase some Jelly Bellies but they were out of Buttered Popcorn flavor. So I didn’t buy any. Exited the mall and headed for the bus stop. There was a young lady on her cell phone as I smoke a pipe of molonga. I read more of my newly purchased paperback. As I left the bus a woman who sat next to me left a plastic bag with her purchases including some men’s gloves and $40. The bus arrived a gathering entered and on the road again. I got off at Giant Eagles where I got some money orders and then walked to the Post Office where I purchased some stamps and mail the money orders. I crossed the south commons to the bus stop and headed home after a short respite. I got on the 17B, read some more and soon was home. Chatted with Gary after bringing in the mail and composed this entry.
Saturday, the 5th of January, the day was a morning of chores. I took down the Yule wreaths, put food in the bird feeder, swept and mopped the kitchen, walked the dog, made a pot of green tea, showered and shaved, did a load of laundry and cleaned the porcelain and mopped the floor in the bathroom on the 2nd floor. Watched a Jerry O’Connell movie, “Kangaroo Jack” on Hallmark channel. The movie was sexy and the fantasy parts and the camel farts were wonderfully funny. Had a bite to eat then folded a load of clothes from the dryer from yesterday’s laundry and waited for Gary to get up.
Dudley, the dog, barked in the basement at the intruding mice that we are battling as I worked on entries for my blog.
I helped Gary tidy his room, finished the laundry and had a bit to eat. Gary says that he wants to go to P-Town tonight to see the dancers and get a drink or three. By text message I invited Chris who texted that his cold was lingering, Will who texted that he was going to the Steelers game and Jim who texted that he also wasn’t feeling too well. I dress for tonight in black slacks, black T-shirt, and black and white Guatemalan hooded pull over. I, so, hope I get lucky tonight.
Gary plans to make baked beans and sausages for supper.
Yesterday was the anniversary of Gary and Barbara’s mother’s death. So Barbara is depressed tonight and waxing nostalgia just seemed to make it worse. There was conversation on how terribly death was for so many of her relatives. I am so glad that Gary wants to go out tonight now. I am not a stranger to death. I lost my dad to a land mine in Viet Nam and lovers, David to an auto accident, Jerry to a gun shot in his face and Nikki to stomach cancer. And so many of us my age have lost friends and classmates to AIDS.
But enough about death, here’s to life! and a great night of revelry. At P-Town Gary liked the bartender Wade & I met a nice friendly guy, Brian but fell in lust with the erotic dancer Tommy. I’d just love to have him on the end of my pencil – draw a sketch of him. He was comely and had a fit – toned body, a lovely ass also a well lovely and proportioned of hard cock. Tommy seemed to have an inviting personality as well chatting briefly with each person that put a dollar in his navy blue NY Police jock strap. I put a dollar in his jock strap twice. The second time I gave him my business card and had written that I like to sketch him sometime. Gary had some Irish whiskey and I a glass of gin and cranberry juice. Would so love to go back on a Sunday for buffet at 4 p.m. and see more erotic male dancers. The Stealers game was on large flat-screened TVs. It was a shame that the Steelers lost but a good time seemed to be had by all at P-Town. Saturday and Wednesday nights as well as the Sunday afternoons is their schedule for erotic male dancers at P-town. It’s a must - a friendly prompt service is also included.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
This is no pretext but rather an axiom. We all want- need- sex. Though it might be flummox to myself. But the need is rather a hex we fall under not a noxious or harmful as the right winged Christians might have us believe. We become transfixed in our want/need/yearnings like deer caught in on coming headlights. We line up at bars, social events, bath, the fruit loop, and even public restrooms—like a regiment phalanx. Yet we all bollix as unapt boy just learning how to play catch. Each time we chase—exhilarating—awkward hunting. Is he “Mr. Right”? Or Mr. Right-now”?
Not just to orgasm, we seek the milk of human contact. To touch a god… (Freyr…) To touch the god within us all... Like in the ritual of Freyr that I took part in at Between the Worlds, 2007 where the gift of intimate touch from kiss to cock sucking was a spiritual expression. We all stopped short of orgasm giving to Freyr the ecstasy of the near orgasmic experiences. I am currently seeing a friend, Jim. We have near orgasmic sex as part of getting to know each other and enjoy tantric practice. Saving the chi energy, “this is for Freyr” applied here as it did at BTW.
Yes, I am having sex with some regularity but I hunger for that expression I have with Jim, as it is more spiritual. But yes, I long for the warm velvet wet of his sweet anus or him in mine, by taking baby steps to get there make the hunger all the greater. It’s like making great stew the meat and vegetables need to simmer for a long time. And if it taste swell today it’ll be even better tomorrow. Is it love I feel with Jim? Yes, love for friend, co-radical faery, and a pal amour; and yes with the possibilities of more than just the quickie found in a park, alley or even my basement den. It’s more than the like-mindedness, social consciousness, more than the sharing of mere chi; I feel it’s touching one’s true god. So as we search looking for “Mr. Right”. List your desires on some paper, the basic sexual ones and the one for comradely, the feeling of family, the belonging, even which side of the bed he’ll sleep on then burn them on a new moon, a moon of promise on a red candle anointed with apple blossom or rose oils. Reading them as they burn in your finger tips. Now await a real magick. The magick of being the love you asked for. The magick of being the “Mr. Right” for “your Mr. Right”. So tonight if dreams come true I’ll win the power ball lottery jackpot tomorrow and finding “Mr. Right” will be another problem yet for me. May you have your hearts desire and may his desire be you. Bon chance! Good luck! Blessed it be!
Not just to orgasm, we seek the milk of human contact. To touch a god… (Freyr…) To touch the god within us all... Like in the ritual of Freyr that I took part in at Between the Worlds, 2007 where the gift of intimate touch from kiss to cock sucking was a spiritual expression. We all stopped short of orgasm giving to Freyr the ecstasy of the near orgasmic experiences. I am currently seeing a friend, Jim. We have near orgasmic sex as part of getting to know each other and enjoy tantric practice. Saving the chi energy, “this is for Freyr” applied here as it did at BTW.
Yes, I am having sex with some regularity but I hunger for that expression I have with Jim, as it is more spiritual. But yes, I long for the warm velvet wet of his sweet anus or him in mine, by taking baby steps to get there make the hunger all the greater. It’s like making great stew the meat and vegetables need to simmer for a long time. And if it taste swell today it’ll be even better tomorrow. Is it love I feel with Jim? Yes, love for friend, co-radical faery, and a pal amour; and yes with the possibilities of more than just the quickie found in a park, alley or even my basement den. It’s more than the like-mindedness, social consciousness, more than the sharing of mere chi; I feel it’s touching one’s true god. So as we search looking for “Mr. Right”. List your desires on some paper, the basic sexual ones and the one for comradely, the feeling of family, the belonging, even which side of the bed he’ll sleep on then burn them on a new moon, a moon of promise on a red candle anointed with apple blossom or rose oils. Reading them as they burn in your finger tips. Now await a real magick. The magick of being the love you asked for. The magick of being the “Mr. Right” for “your Mr. Right”. So tonight if dreams come true I’ll win the power ball lottery jackpot tomorrow and finding “Mr. Right” will be another problem yet for me. May you have your hearts desire and may his desire be you. Bon chance! Good luck! Blessed it be!
With that said let’s speak more of Jim. He’s older than I but the one of the most self-aware gay man I’ve had pleasure to meet. A Buddhist, vegetation, Radical Faery, hard working and hard playing sort of guy, Jim is no less than awesome. I’ve given him a few shiatsu massages that have led to heavy petting to say the least. We’ve yet to orgasm together. But it is my dream, my mission to give him all pleasures that his heart would desire. To say that I love him, yes, but not in love with him. It’s deeper than that, comrade. There are these possibilities always, so time will tell. I feel that he’s the kind of man I could loose myself in. Our encounters sexually are too personal and too profound to share. But I will share-- that the amount of chakra energy shared is too deep to articulate, not being nebulous, it holds me in stupefaction for my weak abilities to put into words. Making love with him is the cosmos that I literally feel the stars orbiting us. When we are together, alone or in the company of others, the gravity of this soul - attraction is like a black hole. Fortuitous, I am lost in its abyss. I’ve meditated for over 40 years (Hindu and Kaballistically) but never feel as grounded as when I am in his company. Could he be my Mr. Right? Could he just be the greatest experience of my life? No matter what he is or what he may become, he is the salvation to my hungry soul. When in his strong arms I am all but whole. My soul, now, needs him like the air I breathe.
Yes, I’ve been in love and I’ve been loved but seldom, if ever, has I had my soul soar as when I am held in is azure eyes. His punam is mature but still holds all of the beauty of lost years and time fades away. I am reborn in his sly smile and disarming embrace. Yes, with Jim I, not only, have seen god but also walked with him, Freyr. And with all satisfaction, indulgence I am his friend. I count each day of knowing this man as a blessing. He makes all that know him better men for that fact.
Is it you his mind?
Is it your beauty?
Is it your manly sense/scent?
Are you a man?
Are you a wise one?
Love me.
Mentor me.
Name me your own.
You are what dream of made of…
Illusive--
Just out of reach--
Ethereal--
Unreal--
Serial--
Incubus--
Hypnotic--
Lust--
Spiritual—
And more than the sum of reality
A man...
Could you be my man?
three short encounters
2:26 am the noise from Max’s TV awoke me. His incessant need to view all men’s watch and jewelry programs is wearing my nerves thin. So I got out of bed and walked the dog, Dudley. Saw a handsome youth to which I gave my card. Returning home I watch some Miami: SCI and started this entry. Had received a cell call from wisteria earlier that day regarding money troubles. Came down to the computer and received a call from the youth. After much erotic verbal foreplay he invited himself to come over for a twist. I kissed him, stripped him and hauled his happy ass into the shower. We scrubbed each other there, exploring one another’s bodies. First he was on his knees sucking my thick hard cock. I found his more than ample appendage to suffice my needs. It was my turn to such his cock. The ample foreskin sent waves of delight through me. I turned him around and started rimming his handsome Hispanic perineum and ass hole. After due time he was grinding his rectum against my hungry mouth. It tasted of man and soap. The ebony hair was full and lush there, a true joy to my desire. He whispered fuck me daddy. And I did. I lifted him into a chair spreading his legs I crawled between his legs as his anal opening with latex condom on and ample lube I slide in like Pete Rose for the wining run. Inside the warm, wet, velvet, love glove I was in a serial peaceful place, nirvana! Running chakra energy through our bodies as I fucked him for a tantric effect of divine spiritual love. Slowing pivoting in and out rocking about for the maximum prostrate massage I pulled him down onto of my kneeling stance with his back and shoulders still on the large over stuffed chair. Holding his hands so that he could not pleasure himself I fucked on. Shooting wad after another in his orgasmic release. And I shot my wad deep within his bowls I rocked back and forth for even more prostrate stimulation. He shot again! And again! It was 3: 15 am and the need to sleep was over powering me. So I took him up stairs to sleep as lovers do. The hot water on the stove was a boil by now and we were ready for a hardy cup before retiring. We had all dressed by now and were in the kitchen. The tea at the ready we ascended to the 3rd floor to my bedroom for a long nap. We slept ‘til 6:30 am then went at it again. Munching and crunching, kissing and hugging as well as biting gingerly we were at it. But that’s another story… Wednesday morning love making with Tony.
His name was Owen. He is only 19 years old, but hey that’s legal, right. So we hooked up for the afternoon. Long and lean, tan, blue eyed and strawberry haired, we walked to the nearest alley; there was sought sanctuary in its recesses for our appetites to be quenched. As usual, I tidied him up with a disposable wipe then attached his ass with my mouth. Munch, munch, he cooed at my administrations. I worked his perineum and balls then back to his love cove. Soon he was arching back for more. I had my jeans open and was jacking on my throbbing member. Precum oozed from the slit of my cock. I circled it with my fingers & offered him a taste. Oh, god I ready he said as he released my fingers from his hot mouth. I put on the necessary rubber and entered him from the rear after lubing it up. It slid in like streak lightening he pressed back to receive me. “Oh, yeah fuck me!” he said. And I did. He legs were spread wide due to his ample height. I had his cock in my hand stroking it with abandon. We were riding the sails to ecstasy. Long slow strokes I took. Each time his ass arched back as if begging for more. Deeper he whispered. I forced his shoulders down and complied with due haste. After the long slow fucking, we were cumming. He shot on his face due to its proximity or to the ample load he shot; I am not sure. I lingered until my cock went soft and slid out by the churning muscles of his ass. He pulled up his pants and said thanks, “that was really hot.” We kissed. Me tasting some of his cum still on his face. I zipped my jeans. He asked, “Can we do this again soon?” Sure, I said with a smile and reached in my pocket and gave him one of my cards with cell number and information i.e. my blog. Told him to read it soon, as I’d be writing a wee note about this. Can hardly wait he said with a lingering kiss good bye. As I walked once more to Chris’s. He phoned me and said how about Wednesday. I gave him my address and wondered about our next meeting getting hard once more.
I went to the library to post some entries into my blog. There was a handsome Hispanic youth. “Buenos dias.” I said. He smiled large beneath his dark but slight mustache and greeted me in turn. I finished on computer and he was outside as I exited the place. “Que pasa?”
“Nada,” he replied.
So daring at the moment I took life by the reins & asked “Querrez tu hacer amour conmigo?”
“Si,” and smiled again with his white teeth gleaming beneath his mustache.
So I invited him to come home for a quickie. He followed my like a shy but eagerly friendly perro. I stretched out my hand and we were off.
“Como se llamo?”
“Cameron, y tu?”
“Raphael.” Soon we were at the house, I unlocked the door and lead him to the basement, the dungeon of my encounters. To take the chill off I turned on the space heater and light some incense. Within moment the heat and the sweet smell was in the air as the while kissing. The taste was a mixture of tobacco and spearmint gum. We hungrily continued kissing our cocks getting hard and playing a tortured sword play beneath out trousers. I opened the fly to his slacks and he my jeans. More than a handful of uncut prime Mexican cock in my hand I cooed, as did he. Our pants were down about our ankles. Soon we were on the floor doing 69. The tasty cheese of his cock sent my head spinning.
“Mi gusto tu huevos.” As I sucked on one then the other. Sucking like there would be no tomorrow he suddenly pulled away, saying “let’s slow down and may I fuck you?”
I said “in a few,” then ate his hairless ass.
I thought if this is the life then bring it on. He did likewise in turn. After a long time munching I felt his finger slide in my ass. I reached my jacket and handed him a condom and with out much a do he was pressing the head of his uncut cock at the muscles of my ass. Let’s do it doggy style I asked he complied and fucking we were. In and out harder, deeper, faster… his hands pulling my ass back to each oncoming thrust. Either his youth or excitement he came in my ass.
“My turn,” I said and put a condom on facing him pulling his legs over my shoulders. I was in him now! The sweet dark man cave was mine. His dick was hard again and the smell of his early spent cum and now present precum drove me crazy. I went slowly at first.
“Estoy caliente! Rapido!” he cried. He was hot and I went faster. I watch the head of my cock crown the lips of my boy Mexican pussy and in again. He was jacking off like no tomorrow. I pulled him back into the crab position and had my cock massaging his prostate like crazy. I shot my load then he shot his thick white goo. Kissing, I pulled out and we lay there spent laughing like young boy. My youth reclaimed me this morning. We dressed, gave him my card and I lead him to the kitchen for a cuppa tea. I made a pot of Earl Grey green tea and cooked some quasadillas with cheese and salsa verde. We munched and continued chatting in Spanish. I’ve gotta go now he said and hour later and I walked him to the door. Kissing him as the neighbors looked on. I call that the breakfast of champions, hey okay!
His name was Owen. He is only 19 years old, but hey that’s legal, right. So we hooked up for the afternoon. Long and lean, tan, blue eyed and strawberry haired, we walked to the nearest alley; there was sought sanctuary in its recesses for our appetites to be quenched. As usual, I tidied him up with a disposable wipe then attached his ass with my mouth. Munch, munch, he cooed at my administrations. I worked his perineum and balls then back to his love cove. Soon he was arching back for more. I had my jeans open and was jacking on my throbbing member. Precum oozed from the slit of my cock. I circled it with my fingers & offered him a taste. Oh, god I ready he said as he released my fingers from his hot mouth. I put on the necessary rubber and entered him from the rear after lubing it up. It slid in like streak lightening he pressed back to receive me. “Oh, yeah fuck me!” he said. And I did. He legs were spread wide due to his ample height. I had his cock in my hand stroking it with abandon. We were riding the sails to ecstasy. Long slow strokes I took. Each time his ass arched back as if begging for more. Deeper he whispered. I forced his shoulders down and complied with due haste. After the long slow fucking, we were cumming. He shot on his face due to its proximity or to the ample load he shot; I am not sure. I lingered until my cock went soft and slid out by the churning muscles of his ass. He pulled up his pants and said thanks, “that was really hot.” We kissed. Me tasting some of his cum still on his face. I zipped my jeans. He asked, “Can we do this again soon?” Sure, I said with a smile and reached in my pocket and gave him one of my cards with cell number and information i.e. my blog. Told him to read it soon, as I’d be writing a wee note about this. Can hardly wait he said with a lingering kiss good bye. As I walked once more to Chris’s. He phoned me and said how about Wednesday. I gave him my address and wondered about our next meeting getting hard once more.
I went to the library to post some entries into my blog. There was a handsome Hispanic youth. “Buenos dias.” I said. He smiled large beneath his dark but slight mustache and greeted me in turn. I finished on computer and he was outside as I exited the place. “Que pasa?”
“Nada,” he replied.
So daring at the moment I took life by the reins & asked “Querrez tu hacer amour conmigo?”
“Si,” and smiled again with his white teeth gleaming beneath his mustache.
So I invited him to come home for a quickie. He followed my like a shy but eagerly friendly perro. I stretched out my hand and we were off.
“Como se llamo?”
“Cameron, y tu?”
“Raphael.” Soon we were at the house, I unlocked the door and lead him to the basement, the dungeon of my encounters. To take the chill off I turned on the space heater and light some incense. Within moment the heat and the sweet smell was in the air as the while kissing. The taste was a mixture of tobacco and spearmint gum. We hungrily continued kissing our cocks getting hard and playing a tortured sword play beneath out trousers. I opened the fly to his slacks and he my jeans. More than a handful of uncut prime Mexican cock in my hand I cooed, as did he. Our pants were down about our ankles. Soon we were on the floor doing 69. The tasty cheese of his cock sent my head spinning.
“Mi gusto tu huevos.” As I sucked on one then the other. Sucking like there would be no tomorrow he suddenly pulled away, saying “let’s slow down and may I fuck you?”
I said “in a few,” then ate his hairless ass.
I thought if this is the life then bring it on. He did likewise in turn. After a long time munching I felt his finger slide in my ass. I reached my jacket and handed him a condom and with out much a do he was pressing the head of his uncut cock at the muscles of my ass. Let’s do it doggy style I asked he complied and fucking we were. In and out harder, deeper, faster… his hands pulling my ass back to each oncoming thrust. Either his youth or excitement he came in my ass.
“My turn,” I said and put a condom on facing him pulling his legs over my shoulders. I was in him now! The sweet dark man cave was mine. His dick was hard again and the smell of his early spent cum and now present precum drove me crazy. I went slowly at first.
“Estoy caliente! Rapido!” he cried. He was hot and I went faster. I watch the head of my cock crown the lips of my boy Mexican pussy and in again. He was jacking off like no tomorrow. I pulled him back into the crab position and had my cock massaging his prostate like crazy. I shot my load then he shot his thick white goo. Kissing, I pulled out and we lay there spent laughing like young boy. My youth reclaimed me this morning. We dressed, gave him my card and I lead him to the kitchen for a cuppa tea. I made a pot of Earl Grey green tea and cooked some quasadillas with cheese and salsa verde. We munched and continued chatting in Spanish. I’ve gotta go now he said and hour later and I walked him to the door. Kissing him as the neighbors looked on. I call that the breakfast of champions, hey okay!
A Goth in my bed:
Cool & crisp as freshly laundered sheet upon my bed he lay there.
His pale desiden hued skin lie in stark contrast of the navy Egyptian linen.
His black hair, colour from a bottle, cascaded around the azure lace pillowcase.
A Goth on a Victorian bed with Anne Rice’s signature tattooed upon his arm.
His chest and abdomen not chiseled, still stated almost a feline perfection.
His left hand over his right aola circling like the out lines of a labyrinth to my soul.
His right hand held his ever-hardening manhood, proud but not gaudy it stretched upward.
His legs cross leaving his testes to like a butt pirate’s treasure yet to be explored.
He said what’s keeping you and smiled tenderly then deeply sighed smiling all the while.
I finished undressing turned the oscillating fan on full…
Then sat beside him on the bed leaning down to kiss him before joining him there.
As out lips met I gently licked his lower lip the pressed my tongue deep into his oral cavity.
Our tongues playfully intertwined in an impassioned kiss. I bit his lip gently then kissed both eyes…
Then went for his neck and shoulders in some ancient rite of taking him I gnawed and gave love bites.
He whimpered and grew chill bumps underneath my administrations.
Then let out an “ahhh!” sound from deep within his belly, another kiss before leaving that measure of flesh.
I then went at his tits like a suckling pig I rooted and chewed as his nipples grew harder and flesh pink.
Licking down his abdomen to his navel then his brown pubis I licked his cock.
It moved as if it had it a free will, a life of it’s own...
I took the head deep into my mouth to the back reaches of my throat for one brief moment “Ohh!”
Then attached his nuts. One then the other then took both in my mouth at the same time. “Yes!”
He would be mine again this summer’s morning… as robins sang and sparrows chirped. I’d have him.
I, then, licked down from his testes on the ribbon one get after their testes descend in the womb that “g” spot.
And oh what a perineum! A brunette line of deliciousness…
I kissed the rosy lips of his anus and tongued wantonly what would be mine to subdue.
He moved excitedly pressing against my working tongue and lips. The gristle of my nose bent against the pressure.
His joy and ecstasy would be mine to control. “Please,” he whispered in hollow tones.
“Fuck meeee!” And I did.
I press the head of my latex hooded member into him. He sighs gently the almost growls.
“Oh by the god’s this is sweet!” I exhale on entering him.
“Yes, daddy” he whispers gently while raising facing me then kisses me in a grateful act of grace.
I’m barred deeply in the silken recesses of the wet, warm cavern of his love shut.
I rock slowly… then ever increasingly start to piston.
My right hand on his cock – jerking… …it…
My left hand on his right tit then his left -- tweaking… …each…
After a fashion within my hand his cock grows in girth and length as it hardens ever so much more…
His scrotum tightens about his ample nuts.
As I stroke faster – precum oozes out the slit…
His head is rolling side to side…
Deeper…
Harder…
Faster…
I plunge!
After a while I lift out my right then left legs until they are parallel with his body—
My feet near his head…
Maximum pressure now against his love spot—
My hands firmly pull his hips down upon me…
I’m buried in his ass…
My pierced cock pressing hard on his firm prostate.
He issues forth…
HOT,
WET
WHITE,
MOLTEN--JIZZ.
it glistens wetly upon his belly chest and left cheek.
It pools opalescent around his navel.
I shoot…
…deep within his bowels. I drop my head against the footboard…
Pulling him down further upon my cock as I shoot the last of my wad.
We lie in silent bliss as the fans blows cool air caressingly about us.
Our breathing steadies back to a somewhat normal pace and intensity.
We disassemble…
I move to lap up his spent liquid as if I was a cat after some spilt cream.
Then lie beside him tenderly…kissing deeply…Sharing our breakfast of champions.
5/25/07 10am
cameron ulisix booth
We are what we own:
If you do not like your destination then change your character.
If you do not like your character then change your habits.
If you do not like your habits then change your decisions.
If you do not like your decisions then change your emotions.
If you do not like your emotions then change your thinking.
If you do not like your thinking then change your WORDS!
Allow only yourself to frame your thinking.
Make every word you say
-- a serving affirmation of what you choose your life to be.
6/02/06
My Goth, now with bleached blond hair, came by for morning delight. The dog barked slightly as he entered but he brought a doggie treat and ended the barking abruptly with his favor. We then kissed, our tongues mingling within his mouth. His hand at the ready unzipped my trousers with urgent gesture. And, I his... With meat in hand we lead each out down to the basement den. His dark pubic hair nestled in my other hand. And soon his balls… I had the feather mattress on the floor in anticipation of our joining. Pulling off each other’s shirts we paused briefly to catch our breath and then dropped trou.
I hurried to my knees and started lap him up tits and belly button, cock and ass and the luscious perineum. After a little gnashing on my part he was begging to be entered. He whispered heavily his need. Scurrying to the floor he then gobbled up my cock in his mouth sucking it deeply and after long administration he then applied the condom. Pushing me into the black leather chair he then mounted me facing me with his legs spread wide and lifted over the arms of the chair. Ode to joy! The joy of sliding into his manly well muscled love canal, after some thrusting I lifted his legs over my shoulder and he cradled his head on his arms on the floor. I had him -- he was mine! Within moment he was shooting hot white goo out his hard and ample cock. Load after load he shot. Then I increased my thrusting to come seconds later. We crawled to the mattress, tidied up and cuddled for a while. Exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and wanting fingers while we kissed deeply first my tongue in his mouth then his in mine.
Our after play became foreplay. We were both hard and aching to get back at it. This time he crawled between my legs and started giving me the best head that I’d ever had, said he’d like to fuck me. He fingered my ass hole getting me ready for his more than amble endowment then put on a condom. He gently slid in -- slowly he took me to wave of pleasure after another. He fucked me face to face with my back on the mattress and my hard cock being stroked gently in his hand. With my legs over his shoulder he tore deeper into me as I had him. Both on the brink we shot my first then him as he moaned then kissed me dumping the load deeply within me in the latex sleeve of necessity.
More after play and some clean up. Soon I was eating his body. Biting his neck, and shoulders harshly with me teeth. Then I chewed his tits and gobbled my way down to his pubic area and then his rosy ass hole and perineum. Soon I was ready to climb on board his mystery ship again. But I held back waiting for him to beg for it and want it as badly as I did. Soon he was putting on a condom on me and I was in him. This time we started doggy style. Then after much ado – I picked him up still inside him. Standing and put his back to the wall and fucked him with his legs over my shoulder lifting him with my hands and enjoying the warm wet cavern of his manly body…
After much deep exploration with my cock inside him I had him shooting wad after wad on our abdomens. He struggled to get to the floor and then sucked me off the rest of the way, giving me even more pleasure. We showered together as he soon would need to leave to get to work on time. We agreed that we’d enjoy the soreness of our sex as a reminder of the great time we had together and then added he couldn’t wait to read your blog to see what you write about this morning hot sex.
Cool & crisp as freshly laundered sheet upon my bed he lay there.
His pale desiden hued skin lie in stark contrast of the navy Egyptian linen.
His black hair, colour from a bottle, cascaded around the azure lace pillowcase.
A Goth on a Victorian bed with Anne Rice’s signature tattooed upon his arm.
His chest and abdomen not chiseled, still stated almost a feline perfection.
His left hand over his right aola circling like the out lines of a labyrinth to my soul.
His right hand held his ever-hardening manhood, proud but not gaudy it stretched upward.
His legs cross leaving his testes to like a butt pirate’s treasure yet to be explored.
He said what’s keeping you and smiled tenderly then deeply sighed smiling all the while.
I finished undressing turned the oscillating fan on full…
Then sat beside him on the bed leaning down to kiss him before joining him there.
As out lips met I gently licked his lower lip the pressed my tongue deep into his oral cavity.
Our tongues playfully intertwined in an impassioned kiss. I bit his lip gently then kissed both eyes…
Then went for his neck and shoulders in some ancient rite of taking him I gnawed and gave love bites.
He whimpered and grew chill bumps underneath my administrations.
Then let out an “ahhh!” sound from deep within his belly, another kiss before leaving that measure of flesh.
I then went at his tits like a suckling pig I rooted and chewed as his nipples grew harder and flesh pink.
Licking down his abdomen to his navel then his brown pubis I licked his cock.
It moved as if it had it a free will, a life of it’s own...
I took the head deep into my mouth to the back reaches of my throat for one brief moment “Ohh!”
Then attached his nuts. One then the other then took both in my mouth at the same time. “Yes!”
He would be mine again this summer’s morning… as robins sang and sparrows chirped. I’d have him.
I, then, licked down from his testes on the ribbon one get after their testes descend in the womb that “g” spot.
And oh what a perineum! A brunette line of deliciousness…
I kissed the rosy lips of his anus and tongued wantonly what would be mine to subdue.
He moved excitedly pressing against my working tongue and lips. The gristle of my nose bent against the pressure.
His joy and ecstasy would be mine to control. “Please,” he whispered in hollow tones.
“Fuck meeee!” And I did.
I press the head of my latex hooded member into him. He sighs gently the almost growls.
“Oh by the god’s this is sweet!” I exhale on entering him.
“Yes, daddy” he whispers gently while raising facing me then kisses me in a grateful act of grace.
I’m barred deeply in the silken recesses of the wet, warm cavern of his love shut.
I rock slowly… then ever increasingly start to piston.
My right hand on his cock – jerking… …it…
My left hand on his right tit then his left -- tweaking… …each…
After a fashion within my hand his cock grows in girth and length as it hardens ever so much more…
His scrotum tightens about his ample nuts.
As I stroke faster – precum oozes out the slit…
His head is rolling side to side…
Deeper…
Harder…
Faster…
I plunge!
After a while I lift out my right then left legs until they are parallel with his body—
My feet near his head…
Maximum pressure now against his love spot—
My hands firmly pull his hips down upon me…
I’m buried in his ass…
My pierced cock pressing hard on his firm prostate.
He issues forth…
HOT,
WET
WHITE,
MOLTEN--JIZZ.
it glistens wetly upon his belly chest and left cheek.
It pools opalescent around his navel.
I shoot…
…deep within his bowels. I drop my head against the footboard…
Pulling him down further upon my cock as I shoot the last of my wad.
We lie in silent bliss as the fans blows cool air caressingly about us.
Our breathing steadies back to a somewhat normal pace and intensity.
We disassemble…
I move to lap up his spent liquid as if I was a cat after some spilt cream.
Then lie beside him tenderly…kissing deeply…Sharing our breakfast of champions.
5/25/07 10am
cameron ulisix booth
We are what we own:
If you do not like your destination then change your character.
If you do not like your character then change your habits.
If you do not like your habits then change your decisions.
If you do not like your decisions then change your emotions.
If you do not like your emotions then change your thinking.
If you do not like your thinking then change your WORDS!
Allow only yourself to frame your thinking.
Make every word you say
-- a serving affirmation of what you choose your life to be.
6/02/06
My Goth, now with bleached blond hair, came by for morning delight. The dog barked slightly as he entered but he brought a doggie treat and ended the barking abruptly with his favor. We then kissed, our tongues mingling within his mouth. His hand at the ready unzipped my trousers with urgent gesture. And, I his... With meat in hand we lead each out down to the basement den. His dark pubic hair nestled in my other hand. And soon his balls… I had the feather mattress on the floor in anticipation of our joining. Pulling off each other’s shirts we paused briefly to catch our breath and then dropped trou.
I hurried to my knees and started lap him up tits and belly button, cock and ass and the luscious perineum. After a little gnashing on my part he was begging to be entered. He whispered heavily his need. Scurrying to the floor he then gobbled up my cock in his mouth sucking it deeply and after long administration he then applied the condom. Pushing me into the black leather chair he then mounted me facing me with his legs spread wide and lifted over the arms of the chair. Ode to joy! The joy of sliding into his manly well muscled love canal, after some thrusting I lifted his legs over my shoulder and he cradled his head on his arms on the floor. I had him -- he was mine! Within moment he was shooting hot white goo out his hard and ample cock. Load after load he shot. Then I increased my thrusting to come seconds later. We crawled to the mattress, tidied up and cuddled for a while. Exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and wanting fingers while we kissed deeply first my tongue in his mouth then his in mine.
Our after play became foreplay. We were both hard and aching to get back at it. This time he crawled between my legs and started giving me the best head that I’d ever had, said he’d like to fuck me. He fingered my ass hole getting me ready for his more than amble endowment then put on a condom. He gently slid in -- slowly he took me to wave of pleasure after another. He fucked me face to face with my back on the mattress and my hard cock being stroked gently in his hand. With my legs over his shoulder he tore deeper into me as I had him. Both on the brink we shot my first then him as he moaned then kissed me dumping the load deeply within me in the latex sleeve of necessity.
More after play and some clean up. Soon I was eating his body. Biting his neck, and shoulders harshly with me teeth. Then I chewed his tits and gobbled my way down to his pubic area and then his rosy ass hole and perineum. Soon I was ready to climb on board his mystery ship again. But I held back waiting for him to beg for it and want it as badly as I did. Soon he was putting on a condom on me and I was in him. This time we started doggy style. Then after much ado – I picked him up still inside him. Standing and put his back to the wall and fucked him with his legs over my shoulder lifting him with my hands and enjoying the warm wet cavern of his manly body…
After much deep exploration with my cock inside him I had him shooting wad after wad on our abdomens. He struggled to get to the floor and then sucked me off the rest of the way, giving me even more pleasure. We showered together as he soon would need to leave to get to work on time. We agreed that we’d enjoy the soreness of our sex as a reminder of the great time we had together and then added he couldn’t wait to read your blog to see what you write about this morning hot sex.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Choose your god wisely—
Sunday the 4th of November, 2007 at the north Allegheny Unitarian Universalists church:
“What we worship we are becoming.” Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Pastor Dave said that Baptist do adult baptisms. After his Baptist water baptism at the age of 9 when his folk were out one afternoon with the TV off (which it seldom was) he went into the back yard and had an epitome ‘there was no god’. A true religious experience from which he heard the cosmos chuckle.
Some friend of his was told that god was this living being in the sky. For the longest time she wondered what a living “bean” looked like & what it was doing in the sky.
God, what more deeply moves and creates more life. In English “god’. Language, language, language…
Few believe that there’s a venerable looking white man with a beard and purple robe throwing lightning bolts when ever he gets mad. This is how we understand forces about us
‘God’ Nichii declared is dead. Long lives god.
The story of Shiva and the Gobes maidens who tended his flock were paid attention to by Shiva, caressing them, there feet, hands and breasts and even scratching them with his finger nails… All of them felt honored to the point of pride and boastfulness and as an argument broke out Shiva left as in vanished.
Your Ego,
Pride,
Your own private universe.
This is why in the UU church we share in community. We share from where we are. Showing our own gods, living out our calling to see the movement of ‘god” in our universe.
Unfortunately people namely worship this god of Ego, Pride… Who has died and thus religion looses its meaning by doing such things as prosecuting wars built on lies and roomer.
We acknowledge the dead ‘god’ and not the one we put in his place. The ‘stuff,’ ‘man’ and materialism become our new ‘god’. Our true ‘god’…
Here in the old USA, high on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs—
To have, to waste and so on…
Are people here having purposeful and meaningful lives?
This ‘STUFF’, our national ‘god’…
The UU church opens up other possibilities. The purest expression of who we aspire to be, “GOD’ as a resource for a fuller and fulfilling life.
(All power-- all knowing-- all loving-- all present---)
We accept the all-loving part freely.
As that purpose and orientation in our lives-- We cannot get away from ‘GOD.’
There are no reflective Atheists.
Socrates victim a not so vainly examined, then by principles commune with ‘GOD” and see if it resonates the truth, your truth…
As long as you know my name “the power of the universe knows my name.”
Theology is the queen of sciences. Surely the greatest blasphemy is that of veils that something is not ‘god’.
Everything is moving, some say evolution—some say ‘god’.
Animate? To what force is ‘god. Against all reason ‘god’ is animating force of life.
Despite the hot gas and the empty spaces of the cosmos— there is ‘GOD’.
See it—
Feel it—
Live it—
In my hands… in your faces…
We commit to our ‘god’ that grows and lives, to your ‘god and what you name it.
The very end of the world looks like the struggle of the pre-modern, monotheistic gods.
Worship your almighty ‘god,’ the real one creating the world of blessings!
On a personal note this is the poetry of eternal rhyme, true illumination! Illumine me!
“What we worship we are becoming.” Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Pastor Dave said that Baptist do adult baptisms. After his Baptist water baptism at the age of 9 when his folk were out one afternoon with the TV off (which it seldom was) he went into the back yard and had an epitome ‘there was no god’. A true religious experience from which he heard the cosmos chuckle.
Some friend of his was told that god was this living being in the sky. For the longest time she wondered what a living “bean” looked like & what it was doing in the sky.
God, what more deeply moves and creates more life. In English “god’. Language, language, language…
Few believe that there’s a venerable looking white man with a beard and purple robe throwing lightning bolts when ever he gets mad. This is how we understand forces about us
‘God’ Nichii declared is dead. Long lives god.
The story of Shiva and the Gobes maidens who tended his flock were paid attention to by Shiva, caressing them, there feet, hands and breasts and even scratching them with his finger nails… All of them felt honored to the point of pride and boastfulness and as an argument broke out Shiva left as in vanished.
Your Ego,
Pride,
Your own private universe.
This is why in the UU church we share in community. We share from where we are. Showing our own gods, living out our calling to see the movement of ‘god” in our universe.
Unfortunately people namely worship this god of Ego, Pride… Who has died and thus religion looses its meaning by doing such things as prosecuting wars built on lies and roomer.
We acknowledge the dead ‘god’ and not the one we put in his place. The ‘stuff,’ ‘man’ and materialism become our new ‘god’. Our true ‘god’…
Here in the old USA, high on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs—
To have, to waste and so on…
Are people here having purposeful and meaningful lives?
This ‘STUFF’, our national ‘god’…
The UU church opens up other possibilities. The purest expression of who we aspire to be, “GOD’ as a resource for a fuller and fulfilling life.
(All power-- all knowing-- all loving-- all present---)
We accept the all-loving part freely.
As that purpose and orientation in our lives-- We cannot get away from ‘GOD.’
There are no reflective Atheists.
Socrates victim a not so vainly examined, then by principles commune with ‘GOD” and see if it resonates the truth, your truth…
As long as you know my name “the power of the universe knows my name.”
Theology is the queen of sciences. Surely the greatest blasphemy is that of veils that something is not ‘god’.
Everything is moving, some say evolution—some say ‘god’.
Animate? To what force is ‘god. Against all reason ‘god’ is animating force of life.
Despite the hot gas and the empty spaces of the cosmos— there is ‘GOD’.
See it—
Feel it—
Live it—
In my hands… in your faces…
We commit to our ‘god’ that grows and lives, to your ‘god and what you name it.
The very end of the world looks like the struggle of the pre-modern, monotheistic gods.
Worship your almighty ‘god,’ the real one creating the world of blessings!
On a personal note this is the poetry of eternal rhyme, true illumination! Illumine me!
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