Jorgeyourlucky's blog: "Jorges Thoughts"

Have you ever felt like you knew someone a long, long time ago? Another place, another time, a friendship of the souls? Two people who share a bond for reasons neither know, A feeling that they were friends, a long, long time ago? Did they stumble onto each other by pure circumstance, Or was it fate and destiny that played a certain hand? Two souls intertwined, they are worlds apart, But the soul, it knows no difference, in matters of the heart. Somehow they are drawn together, fate has brought them back, Each living worlds apart, they journey separate paths. When this life is over, and a new life begins, Their souls will find each other, two souls that we call friends two lovers two who become ...one...

So, it came to me today... Current mood: Dreamy Category: Dreamy Dreams and the Supernatural So, it came to me today in a wisp of autumn air, I respectfully ask you...Imagine creating pleasure of mind and soul? Together 'til daybreak, It starts with a thought a sound... a scent in the air...it lures us to the dreams we partake, we crave and search for... Sharing with each other our mutual... "desires"..."needs" ~"wants" Where passions blend using our imaginations...taking on the others passions and thoughts exploring the others and making it our own.... Nights together we spend but do not stay...for the dream moves us into our waking thoughts imaginations and daydreams.... in to the that state of being we find ourselves in a firelight sets the mood.With a dreamy design Romance we embrace. With candlelight and wine ~ champagne and chocolates... As the embers burn bright and dance the dance of the fires of our souls desires, passion takes over and stirs the heat and the blood.... With inhibitions shed It's within dreams we meet, but not where our souls of passion play.... So yea it came to me, can we play in this dream of ours and will you be what you want with me?...a gesture on my part...a hand extended and a whisper of a promise in your ear alone.....*play with me....and be all we were meant to be....

***your our spell*** Current mood: artistic Category: Dreams and the Supernatural In her spare time she practices magic but not the kind you see on TV. To the best of my knowledge she can't do card tricks, saw people in half, or make coins disappear. To get warmed up she'll exert dominion over nature start an Autumn squall just to shake things up a bit. Then across the city doors slam windows rattle and she'll carelessly point out that it was all her doing. (in case you hadn't noticed) For the main act she warps space-time, so disregard your clocks. They're of no use to you now. Then she makes her hands as big as my body and covers me everywhere.... all at once - her hips become infinitely curvy her breasts become impossibly steep until, eventually there's nothing left to grab and nothing left to do ...except fall..... ...all the way down... ...to the bottom of her.... *THUD* ***For her next trick*** she possesses me entirely and all I can do is watch and wait while she invokes a storm. This is the best part: Branches disembark gracelessly from trees and smash their way into people's sitting-rooms via the ceiling. Cars tumble through streets end over end setting off alarms and greatly pissing off dogs and insurance companies but for different reasons Then she says "Hold me!" This is the Spell of Holding.!?! It's completely safe as long as you don't let go. "Love me!" she commands This is the Spell of Loving. This one's more dangerous but far more impressive. "Imagine me" she orders This is the spell of impossible futures and I have to imagine us drunk, giddy, passionate. on fire... consumed... between destinations somewhere in Italy. Rome probably, throwing coins in the fountain. *plop *plop *plop @making wish of the wishing fountain* Then I dream us into a sea-side cottage somewhere in the world, without a television or a radio because we really don't care what happens to other people. *Next she'll cast: - The Spell of Disappearing - The Spell of Unwelcoming Shadows - The Spell of Imposed Echoes of course In no particular order...as she is what she is and dose as she dose... and I'll un-throw the coins, un-visit the fountain, un-live in the cottage, wipe the benches, and do the dishes; this is called House-keeping. and we all need to be cleansed....

Will you? In years to come, lifes' stories not yet run Will you still hold me? Will you still want to? In the stillness of dark nights, after the passion has taken flight Will you still need me? Will I need you? Will your Heart still race, when I bend to kiss your face? Will my jokes still make you laugh? awful impressions make you smile? as I sing out of tune,and you bury your head in your hands? Will you stay with me forever? Will you continue to feed me? Will you feed my soul equally? Will you? ....Will you? Questions to ponder and wounder... In return shall offer a solemn promise to you? unswerving, unstinting, remorseless, tumultuous Me. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~@~ Thoughts of her. They permeate the air today. A scent, I catch a glimpse Of a sweet memory A song might come on "Isn't She Lovely" Stevie sang this Thinking of you I'm sure of it. Today thoughts of her are everywhere. The sun is shining on me Is this her? Coming through as rays of delight? I feel calm and relaxed In these thoughts of her smile today. There is wounder and awe today ~Thinking of her today~

as I sat in my chair of serenity last night..... My words spilled... From between my lips and under my tongue... Broken Lust Self Collapsing ....Eyes... Widely Blinded* and tightly shut,.. love? Hate? new? over? my words climbed up on a branch & swung deep into her ears... and as she felt them slide down Guilty Decisions... Sleep Deprivation... ..........soaked heavily in red wine my words spilled out........ Over and over... Oh, Help me God....Over and over... As I exhaled alcoholic vapor..... It flooded the air until the wind got drunk... ~forever~ ~Alone~ ~Beside myself~ *our~ words swam around..... Red wine spilled and glass was shattered.. and the words... S p i l l e d o u t.... ..... ...... ...... ...................

To the winter of my soul I come, encircling me in quixotic rhythms unknown to one as humble as I. To the edge of the abyss yawning deep before my trembling toes as they inch closer and closer to its inky depths. Into the moment a whisper floats, "Draw back. Remember your life is not yours to own . . . soon, so soon, comes spring, rebirth the inevitable answer to destruction but hold fast the memory of those moments on the precipice.. ..as reminders of the cycle, when next your toes shall dangle at the edge of the abyss in the winter of your soul."

thinking today of My Dear.... as the winds that blow threw trees... Will you touch me with your hand..... my dear? I want you to pull me close... against your chest, your breast, your heart... to be held in your arms... oh yes, my dear... your heartbeat your breath ... giving me peaceful rest.. then in balance let my hands my dear.... caress your silky skin feeling the warmth and wetness.. my dear... the warmth of passion within let me lie curled and blissful in your gaze... my dear.... your back ...your hips ..your legs intertwined in mine... touching mine ... let me feel you.... yes now... my dear.... as you turn and find that I welcome that I want that I need.... my dear... your gentle warm hands on my face my head my hair... neck ... chest and back and as you allow me to stroke my dear.... your warm skin and feel the warmth your passion.. let me feel my dear... you feel my skin and the warmth my passion let me caress my dear... your silky curved luscious back your hips lips stomach navel oh god everything my dear..... Come to me... feel..... my dear... reach out and feel my skin and the warmth The passion... let me feel my dear... your gentle hands on my face head neck back ..everywhere... oh yes ...my dear.... your hands on my skin feeling uh yes, yes, my dear... my heartbeat my breath my desire my beloved oh yes.... oh my....um yes.....my dear... from deep within the passion of umm yes ...my uh ahh..,,, Dear! oh yes, please ... yes, let your mouth.... uh..ha...yes!~ my dear... seek mine.... let your tongue... my dear.... push against mine feel my gentle strong wanting... caress feel my loving ... feel my strength... feel my soul.... tenderness let our loving my dear..... now beloved.....oh my loving one... my dear.....touch more than the skin feel the warmth the growing warmth the love and the warmth within the passion of our inner fire..... yes love yes......my .....DEAR...

Ive been in my office today contemplating and musing... its amazing how a simple twist in the events of life can distort even that greatest of all truths, love. that simple dynamic that we all seek so desperately, yet reject so quickly. and.... you know, its amazing how I have learned so skillfully, when and how to hide from my own emotions.... lately, I barely smile, when amused..... and when sad, I cry alone. Lately, I prefer solitude over companionship. I have learned you must be coy, and so ever skillful… to hide from your own emotions. an realization and understanding its sadness that you bury so deep, hidden in your soul, then there are the words you want to say and can't. and the words you don't want to say and do..... and ultimately....I realized... I really love music, and my books, and even talk radio, but most of all I love the silence in life. the wind outside, the tussle of trees, the song of birds, a Siamese cat's meow, but most of all I love the silence in life. shhhhhh!~ listen with me.....sit awhile be a part of this complicated mans mind and soul if only for the briefest of moments and.. listen!?! {{{{{{{{{{{S I L E N C E }}}}}}}}}}

Is What I’m Feeling Infatuation or Love? Current mood: pensive Category: Life Is What I'm Feeling Infatuation or Love? Red Flag Thoughts: "You are my life. I can't live without you." There are some feelings we have when infatuated that we don't have when we're feeling love. Some of the "symptoms" of infatuation are; feelings of panic, uncertainty, overpowering lust, feverish excitement, impatience, and/or jealously. When infatuated, we are thrilled, but not happy, wanting to trust, yet suspicious. There are lingering, nagging doubts about our "partner in infatuation" and their love for us. We're miserable when they're away, almost like we're not complete unless we're with them. It's a rush and it's intense. It's difficult to concentrate. And most infatuation relationships have a high degree of sexual charge around them. Somehow being with them is not complete unless in ends in some type of sexual encounter. Do any of these "symptoms" resemble feelings of love? Hardly. So why do we become infatuated? Where does it come from? Perhaps it's biological. When infatuated we experience a surge of dopamine that rushes through the brain causing us to feel good. Norepinephrine flows through the brain stimulating production of adrenaline (pounding heart). Phenylethalimine (found in chocolate) creates a feeling of bliss. Irrational romantic sentiments may be caused by oxytocin, a primary sexual arousal hormone that signals orgasm and feelings of emotional attachment. Together these chemicals sometimes override the brain activity that governs logic. The body can build up tolerances to these chemicals so it takes more of the substance to get that special feeling of infatuation. People who jump from relationship to relationship may be craving the intoxicating effects of these substances and may be "infatuation junkies". When the chemical flood dries up, the relationship either moves into a loving romantic one or there is disillusionment, and the relationship ends. is it? will It? what do you call this? what do you call me? (thanks Marta for this thesis) What is the consensus then? what are your thought?

Come Sunday and here we are..... Like sepulchral statues we lay Upon the makeshift bed of our passion your body reminiscent of fine porcelain Waiting to be fired by molten heat My naked thinking heart had room for only one far away... we will have our seasons to ripened our love Like swollen fruit on the bough I whisper to your eager ear... a nervous question... and gaze into expectant eyes... I see my answer..... License my roving hands let them go to where your body needs... For they explore familiar territories Of soft warm undulating terrain... ...this man...these potters hands.. need little, ask not for much... but, one simple and loving request... Let me beloved roll you under my tongue~ Savoring you as my sweetest morsel And if you should vanish tomorrow My death would be slow by famine Take me and imprison me in you, for You enthrall me and I will never be free of this wanting and needing... you formed and now live in me.... your empty vessel of passion... waiting to be filled... "Words not needed...Just your presence"