Viewing Member - bighoss2

Rather under the weather, so between coughs I spent the day thinking of a lunchtime stroll on Monday. I can't share the pics because, I'm no photographer. I shared the time Monday with a fishing crane, and beautiful thoughts. So, I decided to try an old hand at sketching. It doesn't capture the beauty of my company but hopefully it relays the image.

Sometimes we cry, when we miss the other heart's sound

We all need some comfort when we are down,

but the crying stops when the right heart is found.

Love in little moments abounds.

Love as god's gift astounds.

Even when you know it's truth, love still confounds.

Think I will punch out for today. Not feeling on top of the world. Play nice. I'm off to kick a certain man's ass.

Men, if your back pocket touches your thigh, pull up your fn pants!

Tiny little man in a boat. You can push him aside, and with a slight smile gloat. Look at how he swells in frustration. Growing more red with each agitation. Quite a satisfying sight, as he swells and strains with all his might. One has to ask, how big can he grow. Dammit woman, I just have to know. Pinch him here and pull him there. Swollen red little man with no hair. Brave little fellow, shedding his hood. I do believe, he is up to no good. Keep standing and I'll have to flick your head. Oh my, now there is a new shade of red. Are you angry little boat man? I must confess I'm becoming a fan. No mater how many pinches, tugs, nibbles, or bites. He still stands bolt upright. Quite a sturdy fellow, to have resisted each stinging blow. Perhaps little man, I should leave you alone. The more I tease you, the more she moans. I guess I will let you be. I can't have her thinking badly of me.

A whispered name on soft breeze
A simple thing sets a heart at ease

Wind need not shout me the name
This name heard whispered time and again

Each time like a breath of life
Each whisper a tender end to strife

For each their own cherished parts
A whispered name of your desired heart

Your name is the one I hear
I pray it's my name, your heart holds dear.

Words fail and I cannot relay
Oft spoken language, has no syllables to say

Words too obtuse to light the way
Through this torrent of emotions, I feel each day

With tender caress lips begin
To reveal a longing, now released from within

With gentle touch hear again
Truth waiting within, a place where all words must end

I trust you are in the same wonderful hands you have been all along. Rocky is a good guy and I'm sure he is there. If he needs a break, or you need a shoulder or an ear. I have a couple to spare.

I lack a wardrobe and hair to pull off 60's. TWL said just wear a headband and flash a peace sigh. I don't have a headband . So what you get is a bighoss and NN 60's.


Peace, I have my eye on you beautiful



Peace, NN style



Peace, 60's NN style



Those damn dirty hippies stole my pants!



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I was doing a bit of self reflecting. If you haven't noticed, I do that quite a bit. I like to pretend that I am a pseudo camera and I record what I see, with turn of phrase and catchy wit. I was wrong. The truth is. I write about what is inside of me. My writings are not reflections of a view. They are me, in that moment, presenting myself to you. I write of beautiful simple things, of love, of want, and forever dreams. These are not views of a dream, but images of how the dream moves me. I have written of dark hopeless flights, and empty lonely nights. I have written of lingering pain, and of scars that remain. Those were a reflection of me, but seasons change and so does what I see. I think I will leave the darkness be. I will go find my muse, and for a change enjoy what I see.