I don't wanna fuck.

Would you understand me,
if I said -

I don't wanna fuck,
I just want some of that
first class
feminine
energy!
?

Beauty

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all -
ye know on earth, and all ye need to know'
- John Keats. 1795–1821

In these city streets and urban landscapes,
more and more I lean to the same places,
to feel and see beauty, full and breathtaking.

At every street corner, at every turn,
a graceful gait, soft skin, a wild and free aire.
A fluttering skirt, a sensuous frame,
a tenderness oozing from every pore.

Such beauty to be found in that feminine frame,
and daily, hourly, it takes my breath away :)

Meditate

Things...were...too...fast.
There were... too many,
complications.

And so he closed his eyes,
drew breath,
and let go.

Then?

Idle chatter on a star-lit night,
dancing with words
& exploring thoughts.

Then a plane jets off and a rabbit runs by the runway.

Strap on the puppet strings and take the world for a spin!

So he strapped on the puppet strings and took the world for a spin.

As he span and he span he took a look what he saw.
It seemed wonderful, he seemed in awe.

But through ever pore, he felt and he felt,
company would certainly add a lot more.

Then memories swim into his head millions of miles an hour.
This journey was about simplifying, experience-ifying and singulatity-fying.

What there's then to do?

But to strap on the puppet strings and take the world for a spin!

Mystery in the night.

In the attic space he rented for half his wage, the man flung off his overcoat and began to paint that canvas more colours than anyone had ever seen.

He painted a leather-clad mystery, jetting through the night on his motorcycle. Mission in mind he fled along the forest highway, focused and intent. But what was his intent?

There it was. There was his prize, his purpose and his goal.
...just off the edge of the frame.

Games

He read a little this and that.
A slight surprise here. He might even have raised an eyebrow if he could.

He throws down the paper and laughs it off.
A hearty laugh drowns this ticking brain.

A spark has fed the engine and now the cogs turn.

Let's play a game.