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What Gives You The Right

My rambling thoughts...

What gives you the right to assume I’m DTF? That’s Down To… Well, you can look it up. I assure you I’m not. Perhaps after some time, some long time, and a bonding friendship built of courting and a heavy dose of flirting. Yes, I said courting. People don’...

Father Winter Treats

With a smile as large as the valley below.

As the dark clouds swirled, the forest gnomes busied themselves. For since time recorded, they have been tasked with waking Father Winter. Jimmy's task was to bring the sugary treats this year.  At first light, the ten gnomes gathered their belonging and...

S is for SenualA is for AngelG is for GoddessA is for AlwaysP is for ProudO is for Orginalyou are the one I turn toyou are my love and guide. I Sagapo You.


you are my disease with no cure

You are my disease, with no cure. A  Kansas flower, blooming in the sun. Wisps of vapors across July skies. Rarity of a Mexicali  emerald.  Lonely wolf, telling his story. Under full harvest moon, Love won and lost. Trace your steps, on prairie fields. Wi...


happiness and wonder

First time, you conquered  and stole my heart. That day, my soul  found yours. First night, you recieved, but gave more. My heart, over filled  with love. My soul, taught to cherish and adore.    

Brightest Star

You the keeper of my internal flame that shall forever burn bright

Ever since man looked to the heavens, they have tried to understand the mysteries that surround them. To make sense of the unknown and to label the mysteries. Look to the heavens and you shall see Sirius, the brightest night star. But to me the brightest...


A string of wooden beads

I always believe if everyone does a good deed, bit by bit, we can make a harmonious world.

A temple stood in the center of a huge lake, which was stretched to the horizon.   The scenery was so beautiful and peaceful. A great master and his twenty junior monks lived together and cultivated the wisdom of Buddha in harmony. Hearsay a precious stri...

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Words unspoken, heart aflame;Is this love or just a game? Be kind to me with all you do; Know my heart cries just for you; Look into my eyes, feel my touch; There is no other I want this much; Play no games with my mind; Treat me with respect or you will...

The Land of Legend, Teachings of My Cherokee Grandmother

This is an article I wrote for the website of my friend Trudy Silverheels, Navajo artist and writer.

The Native American tradition is one of preservation. We are many tribes and many clans, but our stories carry on our history. Some have been nearly lost and forgotten, as the young look to the future and forget the past. But these remembrances of the tea...

Unlikely Bonds

Trust and respect do create unlikely bonds.

Locked in silence not always badImmersed in one's thought not sad Shedding a tear can be good to doLetting the strife of living life undo Not needing to hear nary a wordSilence lets coping be less blurred Allowing new light to venture inReviving one's tru...


This was painful. But if it helps someone, then it is well worth the pain.

No. I can no longer and will no longer subjectmyself to the disrespectof being your consummate whore,your lover,your cover,your bitch who meets you on the other side of town. No, I can no longer and will no longer be downwith your abuses,your excuses, you...