Pablo Neruda

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I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair


DON’T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY
Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —
because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty statio
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you’ll have gone so far
I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

Pablo Neruda

“Army Of One” by JC2

By Street Artist/Firefighter Jef Campion

“Army of one/jc2 ……………is a peaceful Revolution/Movement

through our art and creative process,

we will not stop Pasting /stickering all over this country

until every one of our Brave men and women soldiers are home safe

from this BARBARIC INDUSTRY CALLED WAR!!!!………..

and every innocent child is safe from this War for OIL

and our politicians bloodthirsty need for world domination!!!!

Saving one child at a time…Have you seen this child?”

– Jef Campion

L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

© 2010

“A Passion Play” by L. K. Thayer

we twirled and we danced

she led, I followed as best I could

as memories burst forth

from childhood

in the days that turned into mirrors

when life was full of innocence

of daisy chains & training bras

hopscotch & hula hoops

can we ever recall the steps

that have been

erased by worn out saddle shoes

can we embrace

how nothing mattered

& everyday

was a passion play

L. K. Thayer

Photo by VC Ferry

All Rights Reserved

© 2010

“Lover’s Knot” by L. K. Thayer

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rapturous shutter bug
whisk me out of the maddening sewage
of my broken promised dream
the one with the dark horse who
rode me into the ground at full force
and galloped off with my heart as bounty.

let me sing in your rhymes and tumble
into the melancholy laughter to and fro
with risk and folly, throwing caution to
the naked sea lions, let the waves of lust
fill our loins with a chorus of trumpeting
angels, beating our breasts with passions purpose.

we will sail on the winds whisper and braid
natures ecstasy through the bond that
ties our lovers knot. I long for the seconds
when our connection explodes like an electrical
storm ransacking a field of pansies and poppies
ready to be picked and woven into spring.

the light around your aura travels across the pond
wanting to drown me with pleasure and nourish
my hunger like a mother’s breast upon a cherub’s
lips. I cease to breathe at the thought of you
dying before me, for I would risk my own life
and follow you across eternity for one last kiss.

he who makes me laugh shall have
my last laugh.

L. K. Thayer

All Rights Reserved

© 2010

Juicy Quote

Photo by L. K. Thayer

Isn’t that the problem? That women have been swindled for centuries into substituting adornment for love, fashion (as it were) for passion? All the cosmetics names seemed obscenely obvious to me in their promises of sexual bliss. They were all firming or uplifting or invigorating. They made you tingle. Or glow. Or feel young. They were prepared with hormones or placentas or royal jelly. All the juice and joy missing in the lives of these women were to be supplied by the contents of jars and bottles. No wonder they would spend twenty dollars for an ounce of face makeup or thirty for a half-ounce of hormone cream. What price bliss? What price sexual ecstasy?

Erica Jong