I came across this picture today and I instantly fell in love with it. The first thing that struck me was the splendor of the roaring beast and the second, its Mane.
The lion. A magnificent creature, graceful in its sway and yet extremely fierce when provoked. The mane of the adult male lion, is one of the most distinctive characteristicsof this huge feline. It makes the lionappear larger, providing an excellent intimidation display; this aids the lion during confrontations with other lions and with its chief competitors.
Useful thing, the mane.
Now tell me, what do you think of this picture? I edited it myself 😛
A girlfriend saw it displayed on a social network as my profile photo, and her first reaction towards it was “Eeewww”.
I know you don’t quite understand where I’m going with this just yet, but kindly indulge me for a few……
Planted in the earth giving birth to new possibility,
First rotting from the inside out
It dies to be reborn but a thousand fold,
I bear fruit, a new vision “a” me,
Time will tell what comes of my rebirth
but indeed I pray good.
Reap what is sown,
This is life, behold
In the soil bears karma
Planted seeds sown with each breath
In thought; In deed
Today I choose to plant good fruit…
Will she bear me a plenty good in return I wonder?
Happy 2015 to all bloggers, readers and dear friends I’ve made along the way!!!! 🙂
Just so you know, I left out “Fellow” on purpose. I for one am too embarrassed to call myself a blogger as I feel I would in fact be insulting the word… I barely managed to put fingers to keyboard last year for goodness sake! 😦 but I will add that it was not entirely my fault… I BLAME LIFE!!! 😀
2014 was EPIC!!! the changes that took place where wonderful and yet exhausting! They created little or no time for literary creativity, and with all the time that’s passed I feel so ashamed of the silence and even a bit unworthy to write. My blogs are practically crawling with cobwebs! 😦
Well its a new year… I’m hoping for a fresh start! New ideas, new inspiration… etc. Who knows where my mind and fingers will lead me …Wish me luck people!.. 😉
Kiss me quickly! Chasing away this shadow of reality Turn truth to doubt by the closeness of our lips Yet this... this... the fact that lingers... It is not love; it is not lust But calculated affection that bindsus yet is it not safer so, is it not enough?...
Are you aware of me? Are you aware of the skin of me
or its content, of body or of soul? Would you rather look or listen? How do you perceive me in audio or vision?
What is it about me that strikes you, is it the fast spoken sentences that run like water off my tongue? Do they make sense to you, are my opinion appreciated? Or do you just love my tongue?
Do you prefer to watch lush lips as they make shape at the O’s and accent of every word? … please don’t stare too long.
Do you like the sound of my giggly laughter? Does it fill you heart with glee? speak sincerely Or is it just the look on my face, to watch as my bosom heaves at every chuckle? My head falling back showing my neck and in that instance your mind and body debate.
What draws you to me, what lures you? I pray my looks do not overpower my loudity, Allow it not deceive you, Hear me and fall in love with me not my voice alone but the content of me, let them touch you so whether in lust or in love should you ever walk away you leave with me in my verse- Here I will stay forever perhaps not in your heart but alive in your head…
A Warm aura shapes my soul- It is faith, yet metaphoric tempests, the timeless challenge which is “Life” carries me like a child, or less, a feather Violent the waves of calamity and tragedy, Then peace like a river.
Dispersed are my woes for a moment, Good times- and just when I am home she topples me again, At ease and seized all at the same time So what shall it be today, a smile 🙂 or a frown 😦 …?
I loved you then, I love you still my dear Father…
Reminiscing now the chill that day, Perhaps only internal, Did winds blow outside? I forget Gun shots loud speak salutation to a Hearse, Winter takes form and makes a place within the home, Cold winds that did freeze and break the heart Winter in my heart, Winter to my touch as I bid farewell…
“Nobody ever says I wanna be a [RAPIST] when I grow up.” I liked those late ’80s commercials stressing the importance of making early anti-drug decisions by choosing NOT to be a drug-user. As a passionate advocate of abuse prevention, I teach my children, and admonish others to teach their children, NOT to be rapists and NOT to be abusers (sexual, physical, emotional, or otherwise). People usually ask, “How? What’s a practical way?” My response: “Explicitly!” We don’t teach our children much else in vague terms. We don’t JUST say, “Mind your manners.” We say, “Don’t put your elbows on the table.” We don’t JUST say, “Respect others’ things.” We say, “Don’t go upstairs without their permission, or don’t run in their home, or don’t jump on their couch.” Well, I’d much rather your son run across my couch than rape my daughter! Likewise, I’m sure you’d much rather…
Those hands and lips that did me much pleasure That tongue that roamed living me in a state of leisure You were my drug, my dose of ecstasy In moments passion I look down upon our bodies joined as one and I crave this eternity
But is it fate for me? Is it meant to be? So says fate
“Nay, only futility
Sure sex is sweet fruit yet as candy too much-too bad for the tooth”
The taste of your juice- mouth, skin and down under The feel of you, my mind and body shudder-I wonder could you be my thunder? If so then I seek for it to Rrrain forever!!! My avenging angel by Eros sent to subdue my cares momentarily as we mesh undoubtedly in the bosom of ecstasy
I wanting you, you wanting me, this just has to be Lo… Ust! So where is the Love? Question that echoes ever so faintly as we fashion our interpretation of “Love”
Please make a way for fate to say we are worthy To lose you would hurt me What to do with these feelings that corrupt me Cursed ’cause I’m craving your body while true love is on the high seas… O HEAVEN HELP ME!