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I fell, fell so fast I couldn’t even focus my senses. It was a soft fall, of sorts, considering it was a mossy path. Rocks here and there but my body avoided them on its own. Soft, and wet and all I could think about was how stained my shirt would be…
» Posted By Adesola On 06.19.2013 @ 9:18 am
A treaty between the two left room for tears and new ties. Trees were born, and kin renewed. Despite the distance, it was known.
» Posted By Adesola On 06.06.2012 @ 10:01 am
A gladiator battle took place that evening. A set up, it was. Two friends thrown into the vortex of blood, sweat, and steel, for the pure ecstatic and primal thriving of spectators. Screams filled the sonic blanket, shouting for the domination, of one… of anything.
» Posted By Adesola On 04.25.2012 @ 3:48 pm
I swear by the air I breathe that you shall have stars dangling from your ears. My darlin’ bares a place for us, a face for us. I see her earrings and find myself eased. Rings of gold that hold an axis.
» Posted By Adesola On 04.16.2012 @ 6:29 pm
Splash, splish, and play. Puddles can be a drag; a bummer; an inconvenience… if you say so, I suppose. Sometimes you need to get your foot soaked. How often do you soak your feet? Maybe your feet need to be soaked. Maybe your socks need to be cleaned.
» Posted By Adesola On 04.10.2012 @ 11:42 am
The depths of the word are only giving birth to new heights of its fulfillment. There are only steps forward. There is an unending flow of love and guidance that is stretching your capacities.
» Posted By Adesola On 04.08.2012 @ 2:02 pm
Until the inspired is felt through it’s magnificence, the flow of the universe leans towards fulfillment; my heart hurts. It has a yearning, a calling. I am the one to answer.
» Posted By Adesola On 04.08.2012 @ 1:59 pm
Ruby red lips that would make you swoon into a meadow. Oh, how I love to love those lips; that taste. Share them with me
» Posted By Adesola On 04.06.2012 @ 11:48 pm
Flip yourself away, why don’t you? Off the cliff, into water, and into arms. You’ll be just fine. I’m still on the edge, though. I’ll hang off for now. I can still feel it washing over me.
» Posted By Adesola On 04.03.2012 @ 8:39 pm
The catcher stood, poised and ready. He was there to receive, whatever came at him, with full presence and knowing that it was exactly what he needed to do. However it showed up, it was his duty!
» Posted By Adesola On 03.28.2012 @ 8:41 am
His attention was fixed and focused. Lazer gaze created blooming beauty with every moment and movement. Wait, not there, move over to the left a bit.
» Posted By Adesola On 03.22.2012 @ 8:27 am
Eggs are a staple around these parts. Chard, sauteed in olive oil with some onions, goes a long way, but we ain’t done. Combine that with some scrambled eggs, divinely loved with coconut cream and cheese and you’ve found yourself in heaven with a beautiful body.
» Posted By Adesola On 03.17.2012 @ 6:06 pm
I already did this one, but I’ma do it again! I’ve always been fascinated with patterns throughout my life. Maps, and the “how does it work?” From rhyme, poetry, to composing music, to mythology, to the nature of the psyche, to the nature of creation, to astrology, to yoga, to tai chi. I thrive on learning rhythm.
» Posted By Adesola On 03.16.2012 @ 8:40 am
Rhymin’ and rippin; Flowing and slowing… focus finds fertile ground… there’s a way down. There’s always a pattern, a rhythm, a rhyme. Consistently here and now.
» Posted By Adesola On 03.15.2012 @ 5:13 pm
Oh the duration of the pulsation; when does it change? Times will tell that seeds sprout, and buds blossom. I’ll enjoy the unfolding.
» Posted By Adesola On 03.14.2012 @ 11:06 pm
They rallied and cried to get the petition signed in time. What will happen if they voice isn’t heard? Oh the agony. “Bloogy blahg”, one man said as he spun in circles outside of the frenzy. He was smiling. He thought of flowers blooming.
» Posted By Adesola On 03.13.2012 @ 7:43 pm
Oh, the perfection. The story goes like this… I get exactly what I need, when I need it most. I am cared for, adored, admired, and supported with an eternally loving gaze and hope. I am my own best friend, lover, father, and mother. I choose to believe in my own worth.
» Posted By Adesola On 03.12.2012 @ 4:06 pm
Recycle yourself, my darling. Don’t worry you’ll still be here to nibble and choose. It’s better to reuse! Find something to renew and remake. It’s your nature
» Posted By Adesola On 03.12.2012 @ 12:10 am
I guess I haven’t written for brunch now have I? Sweet acoustics on a spring day; fresh and twangy, with a chorus of glory singing filling the space. Oh, this is a time of great things, let’s have brunch.
» Posted By Adesola On 03.09.2012 @ 11:11 am
is nice when you had breakfast, but it was a piddly little affair of one buttered crumpet, so an hour later you’re like “hey! i want some fucking *sausage*!” so you have brunch. sausage and eggs and champagne, for the win.
» Posted By Adesola On 03.08.2012 @ 3:45 pm
Swing back and forth between the one you long and the one you can’t seem to listen to. My beauty, you are good, through and through. Listen to yourself. Iptaquin – there are words here for you. Trust this. Life is beautiful. You are a good thing happening.
» Posted By Adesola On 03.07.2012 @ 8:01 am
What is a professional? One who learned how to float. One who has learned how to pretend. One who listens to the gentle nudges of, “yes, right here”.
» Posted By Adesola On 03.05.2012 @ 11:03 pm
Oh, the crew. Assemble! My crew is my best crew. We slay with discernment and truth. We slay with jibjab and words of power. We choose to know. We choose to trust. We are the leading edge. Welcome to a new era.
» Posted By Adesola On 02.29.2012 @ 9:44 pm
Crescent and effervescent. I lie myself gently in your crescent moon. I love how you hold me. I love your curve; the way you bow – I fit perfectly.
» Posted By Adesola On 02.28.2012 @ 7:27 am
Popcorn style! Speak what you like. Say what you may. We’ll see what comes out of this lovely little gray day. Everyone gets what they ask for, so don’t be shy. It’s perfectly designed, I’m sure you will find.
» Posted By Adesola On 02.26.2012 @ 3:07 pm
Oh the loss of a loved one isn’t really a loss. What am I losing? I feel like I’m losing resistance more than anything else. I’m “losing” thoughts of why there isn’t love here, too.
» Posted By Adesola On 02.23.2012 @ 4:08 pm
Ignore the peanut gallery! Imagine exactly the movie you’re wanting to sit down to. Dream exactly the dreams you want to nestle into. Pay little attention to whatever has been; it is a platform; a bouncing-off point. You are moving in the direction of everything you could ever want.
» Posted By Adesola On 02.21.2012 @ 4:59 pm
Balloons rise! Up, up, and up. Which is up, might you ask? Fill up the balloon with your juices and pop it!
» Posted By Adesola On 02.19.2012 @ 8:26 pm
Oh the sweet shelter of my own gaze. Maybe I don’t always need to trudge through the rain. I have my warmth, fueled effortlessly by fireplace. IT’s all right here. Perhaps I can travel through my shelter. Perhaps a shelter to go.
» Posted By Adesola On 02.18.2012 @ 1:57 pm
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Oh the flirt. I want to send sweet glances to my heart. I want to find all the things I love about myself. I want to see my life reflect the flirtatious dance I dance with myself.
» Posted By Adesola On 02.16.2012 @ 11:08 am