Thanatos is Death personified.

How do I know I’m not dead already? Suffering a slow death from suffocation. A fissure in my heart so deep. Every ounce of passion I once possessed sucked from my soul until all that will remain is a hollow shell. Destruction from indifference. When did you stop caring who I am or about the things I need? Becoming a faint imprint of who I used to be. Cast into the shadows waiting for your cue. How long have I been dying? Going so long unseen. Questioning every decision I have ever made. Casting off old beliefs. Gone is the time I thought love could actually surpass time and space. No longer is desire reflect in your eyes, unsure that it ever was. Only a dull light behind mine, desperate to shine bright again. When was the last time you reached for me with uncontained carnivorous hunger? Years of being close to death, inhaling my last breath and never knowing all along death could be a welcoming relief to an inexplicable pain.

Time Tested Beauty Tips

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.

People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.

Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

--Sam Levenson, humorist


Unrealistic fantasies coagulated in my mind
Venturing far from my comfort, no longer fettered
Plagued with atrophy I need you to breath life into me
Discarding all the things tangible in my life
Usurped to love, it does not vaccinate you to lust and desire
Abandoning reason, I am malleable in your hands
Consumed in the moment, inhibitions lost
Uncontained is my need when your scent lingers on my lips

A Symphony of a Thousand Embraces

A symphony of a thousand embraces
Whispering sweet nothings, liquid magic took hold
Exploring wet kisses, forever one to mold
It's a race to dance in beauty, tasting your skin
Wanting to feel you within
Sweet visions flood my mind in frustration
I cry out in desperation!
Our bodies play delicate rhythms, bathing in the moonlight
Desires began to soar, intimate in the night
Delicate secrets remembered, to be left shaking
Brilliant trust dawns in morning light

Torrid Love Affair

Franticly dreaming of bittersweet love making
Heat can be felt as I wake with a deep aching
My temperature rising, my face feels flush
I am feverish with desire, but I don’t want to rush

Urging you with caresses up and down the length of your back
Find my source of pleasure, give me all the things I have lacked
My blood boils through my veins, I part my legs for you to ease in-between
Take me with a swift thrust, for far to long I have gone unseen

Swollen sweet agony felt deep within
Wondering all my life, where have you been?
Magnetic rhythm takes place, slowly giving and demanding
A sweet rapture takes over my body, you are truly outstanding
Spotting me your face lights up with a grin
Chewing on my lip, nervousness sets in
I don't know what I am doing here
However, I like when you are near

Starring into your eyes, they are so intense
The desire is palpable, yet mere pleasantries are dispensed
Lust swimming before me like a hazy illusion
Stolen moments with you, a welcoming intrusion

I can still feel the heat from your hug
Your skin smells so good it’s like a drug
My knees become a little weak and I sway
Looking at you, I see myself reflected in a new way

Promises of pleasure on your lips
Placing your hands squarely on my hips
Closing my eyes, bracing myself so I may soar
I want you to make the lioness in me roar


Suffering from withdraws
Every embrace is a surreal escape
Whispers exchanged, electricity felt in every touch
Desperate to approach passion with harmony
Exquisite balance and rhythm found in you arms
A sculpted masterpiece capturing raw ecstasy
Satisfaction mounted in my soul
On scented twilight, the air thick and heavy with heat
Her legs dangling like a puppet off the side of the bed
Perched on bent elbows, her lips are plump and primed
Smelling faintly of daffodil soap, a fresh flower sanctuary
Gazing into her blue eyes, our legs becoming entangled
Bodies molding, hands and fingers frantically trying to please
Drinking in her sweet nectar, a moan escapes from my own mouth
Blossoms explode in magnificent cascades of living fragrant color
Collapsing back onto the bed as the heat spreads from our bellies to our fingertips

Prisoner Of My Own Sadness

Your words have a way of soothing me
From your influence I never want to be free
Pretending I don’t need you is draining
Unable to explain, my resolve is slowly waning

An inexplicable need that may not make sense
My silence has come at a great expense
Slowly trembling, don’t wipe away my tears
I need them to fall so I can face my fears

This week was so very long, I am feeling defeated
My psyche fragile, emotions raw and depleted
Now knowing what you know, ignorance no longer a strength
Your heart guarded you hold me at arms length

Precariously moving forward, I need to know you will be there
Standing at the edge, I can not revisit that pit of despair
In my thoughts and dreams it is you I secretly crave
To you, my heart and mind I long ago willingly gave

Ours To Keep

I stumbled upon this artist. She actually is a phenomenal song writer and guitar player. I really like her melodies. Her music and talent will blow you away, so I had to share. This is only a small clip of her song "Ours to keep" I encourage you to seek out her music on, itunes or even Simply amazing! I like "The Goldfish Song" which can be seen on youtube.

Kina Grannis

Ours To Keep

How does circumstance
Seem to cost us every chance
At living out the truth in our hearts

It seems the best laid plans
Fall just outside our hands
And leave us broken down and far apart

But if faith plays a role
I know someday I’ll hold you in my arms forevermore

So let’s love like it’s ours to keep
Love like we’ve always dreamed
And maybe this time
The fates will be kind to us
So let’s love like it’s ours to keep

I wish there was a way
That we could somehow stay
In this perfect moment in time


A collaborative piece by Calliope Jones and CJN

Thank you for always helping me when I am stuck.
This piece means a lot to me!

I’m caught between all you wish for and all I need.
How do we remain friends, how do we proceed?
The events as of late have opened a new door.
Now realizing things I didn't see before.

I would apologize if I knew what to say.
Your integrity and trust I never meant to betray.
You have known my heart for so long.
Rethinking it all, was I really so wrong?

I was compelled by curiosity and deep thought.
Your voice and language I secretly sought.
You’ve become my refuge when I needed support.
However in helping you I constantly fall short.

Finding solace together, we have never refrained,
Always there for one another, when the other is in pain.
Our souls mirror each other in perfect reflection,
So often you have guided me, offering your protection.

Never has there been a moment you didn't matter.
Without your friendship my foundation would shatter.
Can our bond continue as it has always been?
Knowing how each other think deep within.

I dread the thought of the damage caused.
Waiting for your response, my life is paused.
Seconds to minutes and minutes to hours.
Over my emotions you hold such power.

Your approval I desperately seek.
To think I don’t have it makes me feel weak.
Longing to hear your voice telling me all is well,
Until that time in anticipation I do dwell.


So easily in our youth
We sought honesty and truth
Presented with lofty notions
Decisions made with thought and emotions

Now all grown things appear more jaded
Faith in human kind has all but faded
Ever watchful this burden I carry
It has made my body fragile and weary

Control and order is what I seek
You not believing in me makes me weak
Completely spent I silently exhale
How did I ever get so derailed

Disappointments in life becoming more severe
Gone is a whole decade, where do we go from here
I never knew letting go would be so hard
My heart is in a million tiny shards

Some of the greats

I have been making my way through some of the most prolific writers of the 19th and 20th century. Browning, EE Cummings, DH Lawrence, among numerous others. I thought I would share a few that I liked a lot.

This two are by Philip Bourke Marston


So close we are, and yet so far apart,—
So close, I feel thy breath upon my cheek;
So far, that all this love of mine is weak
To touch in any way thy distant heart:
So close, that, when I hear thy voice, I start
To see my whole life standing bare and bleak;
So far, that, though for years and years I seek,
I shall not find thee other than thou art!

So, while I live, I walk upon the verge
Of an impassable and changeless sea
Which more than death divides me, love, from thee;
The mournful beating of its heavy surge
Is all the music now that I shall hear:
O love, thou art too far, and yet too near!

Marston, P. B.


Their lips upon each other's lips are laid;
Strong moans of joy, wild laughter, and short cries
Seem uttered in the passion of their eyes.
He sees her body fair, and fallen head,
And she the face whereon her soul is fed;
And by the way her white breasts sink and rise,
He knows she must be shaken by sweet sighs;
Though all delight of sound for them be dead.

They dance a strange, weird measure, who know not
The tune to which their dancing feet are led;
Their breath in kissing is made doubly hot
With flame of pent-up speech; strange light is shed
About their spirits, as they mix and meet
In passion-lighted silence, 'tranced and sweet.

Marston, P. B.

My Muse

Not in light or darkness from you can I hide
In the recesses of my mind you always reside
Your voice softly resonating in my head
From reality I have long ago fled

Memories a mere collection of minutes standing still, silently frozen
Wanton sighs are but toxic reminders of paths not chosen
All this time I never realized I was rooted solidly in place
Ambitions and independence left unchased

By the gods of art and poetry you were my muse
To you nothing could I ever refuse
Defenseless under the moon and star light
Everything put on hold to forever remember this one night

Darkness Fading

Slowly disappearing under the weight of responsibilities
I stopped seeing the world holding infinite possibilities
Feeling vulnerable and my defenses down
The smile vanished from my face, there was only a frown

Over me my good friends became protective
Making me step back and gain new perspective
Reminding me of all that I have and my own uniqueness
You can be strong and still have moments of weakness

Everything is alright everything is fine
The sadness I felt was a transitory decline
From the world I am no longer withdrawn
Rapidly fading my darkness is all gone

A Real Crime Of Passion

Your breathing is shallow and I believe you may be asleep
But all I can think about is having you inside me so deep

I am torn because what I am about to do may be considered wrong
Your body reacts to mine, I have waited far to long

Work and exhaustion keep you from meeting all my sexual demands
Up and down the length of your body I sensually run my hands

Through a desert I was wandering, feeling like I was in a drought
A tiny moan escapes your beautiful mouth, gently erasing all my doubts

Ever so quiet so from your slumber you won’t rouse
There is comfortable satisfaction in being naughty to my loving spouse

I position myself above you with my legs straddled
I ride you up and down like I am on a horse, in a saddle

As your shaft moves in and out unsurpassed pleasure is felt
My body becomes all jello like, on to the bed I melt

What I did could be considered a crime
I can’t promise it will be just this one time

Because, I must confess taking from the less then willing
Has become exhilarating and slightly thrilling

It is a good thing I hold you in such high regard
Because I have never, ever cum so hard!