to sooth a warming heart...

The calmness widens as the fragrance lingers and grows with an intoxicating warmth of purity that never disrupts the flow of a delicate rest. x x x

contentment beyond the glass walls...

There is warmth in the safety of a mirrored lense. From one's perspective of wholeness the dance of truth can be mumbled under a shade of cloth, to be viewed as only one can. Yet rip the cloth and let the dance to spread and twirl wildly with the kiss of the wind... can u still feel the rage of warmth in all its glow? x x x

to the creek of my wing span...

so it mayb considered as a light form of stalking but why succumb to such a notion of fearful endearment when the exact object of our curious enquiry deeply admires the space we seek... so under what light can one witness such admiration?

its a 24 hour glistering wonderment...

my shadow i do seek ! x x x laus

To what pleasure do I owe this flow of...

delicate luminosity that evokes my drift in a manner that poisons my soul with a gentle fixation of speechlessness.

In ore, I desire!

I listen, I wait!

it is the song that the soul holds no resistance to.

its pleasures, to rise above the plane that offers only a suggestion of hope with nothing to aspire so deeply to.

resist not, inhale the medicated fuel of compassion and joy.

for this pleasure I owe you the the pleasure of my dance in life x x x

as for your eyes...

As peach be the sweet nectar of a soft kiss, yet the lips they never came in direct contact with one another. Yet such tingles resonate so deeply as to enrich the soul with something so sublime it could enrage even the calmest of flowers...

yet the peach it still is so sweet! x x x

eyes in your very eyes to see the way they see...

well let me just say that the novelty of my cryptic tongue does tend to lend its fragments to this space in such a self indulgent state. For now I will allow a light stalling from the tight twitch i type from, and instead flush out a few extra riddles...

thru the eyes i see what is merely in my path for if i am to close them i drool thru an enchanted mist of my imagination. Clouded in this utopian wonderland the safety switch re directs its warning to a flash of green to engulf the desires to continue with pleasure as the abode of the mind is too magnetic to abort!!

And here I may glide, stylise the charm that evokes the dream, yet my eyes they are open x x x

so light ...

I found you in the glow of the morning rise.

your silhouette so radiant it cast a blanket of love into my eyes and with that the ease of happiness became my immediate fixation.

luring me into a dreamy utopian, and for that i will never let go... x

the shag to a higher devine...

The shag of complete seduction that entices one upon first glance as its fingers of comfort lure your weary eyes into the conditioning diffusion of ease!

Yet the dual enticement of a white light spectrum broods a heart felt upheaval of bliss where the wandering eye can play in peace x x x

to the beat of my own drum...

it may be rhythmic blues to the fragmented soul, a craft unlike no other where the chase for sound imperfections rein truth of a melody so bitterly sweet it can never be repeated...

and pause!!!

led for thrills...

a door which leads to a space where dreams do manifest into the guiding warmth of a truth so real. The eyes they do steal a fixated desire to be kept close and whisper the truth with a warmth so real x x x

the mist of space...

To float and linger in a haze of anticipation...just waiting for that curl to swirl a wiff of a left desire, to sharpen the right side of the led.

a spectacular space to dream like dreamers do...

aspiring to rise to the soft glow. Soaring amongst the curls of breeze with eyes wide shut, such freedom felt so distant a dream...until now the spell has lifted x x x

light...on my path to being.

consumed by the lyrical rhythm of type from word to sentence. The sun no longer aids such fascination, yet the generosity of a passer by encourages the continual curiosity of the text.

And the concrete never feels cold...

entangled under the sea of curls...

this entanglement has never been such a glorious outrage of the curl effect... do try, it could b the tentacle luv you have been sliming for x x x

dance the way i feel...

flipper can bounce, prance and shimmy on til the clock strikes midnite where the oddly paired silhouettes of a rowdy rooster and salty dolphin can be seen tickling each other with a new year's kiss x x x happy 2011 peoples

a view that was never broken...

the pane of glass only lightly obscured my eyes from the clarity that had my curls singing praise to the devil . It was a duality of vividness and dull nonsense, yet i was most captivated by its break...

the pink nation...

a flock of sheep? a pod of dolphins? a collection of papers? ah, nope clearly its an entanglement of curls looking well pretty in their pink flamingo salsa sky x x x

Dance... its the radiant warmth felt thru my curls as they kiss the salty air.

A lion's heart swollen when eyes are drawn wide to embrace and caress the vivid love that dominates the sky.

A smile is wore in the shades of pink and violet.

Toes are clenched, the light sand shrieks and dainty ballerina curls twirl till the moon shares his delights x x x

a duality of curls...can u please pass me the iron.

belated greetings to the space that is usually encrusted with curly banter of adventures away yonder ville. So the play in europe drew to an end awhile ago yes and yes the typical consumed nature of mine to get entangle in all things marvellously distracting back in byron has been solid or sordid? mmm undecided really, i like the two, with extra sugar!
so i salute you with a twinkle hello and watch this space as the unfoldings of curl dominated brain erosion is back in full swing on the monkey bars!!! x

italiano pirate moon

the delights of "oh just popped down to italy for dinner..." rolling of one's tongue! More so arriving in a quiet lil seaside pebbled town to b greeted by what seemed like the entire population of the town plushed out in pirate attire. Arrrrrrrrrrg, storms a brooding of peg legs and polly wants to nibble your shoulder...