Article: Can You Spot the Nude Models Camouflaged in These Landscapes?

Can You Spot the Nude Models Camouflaged in These Landscapes?

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This is lovely,  i really want to be a body art model to transform into a canvas.

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The drought has ended!!

Ok, you may have prematurely thought I was not celibate.  I mean the drought of writing poetry.  The words were there, but dormant and I didn’t feel the urge to express myself or lose myself in the nuances of syllables.

But – I’m back baby.  Oh yes, I am back.

The poem is inspired by someone who I find incredible, both for his beauty and his heart holding him back.  When you can have what you truly want, what truly moves you – why deny it, why run from it?  I can’t fathom why happiness for some is elusive, why you wouldn’t want the sunlight on your skin.  I also believe love is action, not silence and longing but unable to have an open heart.

The Ellypsis and the Sun
I lay my words at your feet
sublime in my supineness
softly, softly you need to tread with me
guard is down, its my heart you know
I care only for what you say at this moment
roll those syllables off your tongue lover
the words move
me
the words hurt
me
breathing in your feeble excuse after excuse
you had the morning sun
you had the gift to ease your troubled mind
and my words at your feet
were never enough

Happy birthday bro x

Today is my brother’s 29th birthday. I wish he was still here to celebrate – but sadly he chose to end his life mid last week and is another sad statistic on male suicide and not asking for help when it was really necessary. I was close to him, and remember him with a lot of love and humour. He was very cheeky, very funny and unexpectedly sensitive at times. I’ll miss not seeing him very much, not seeing him grow and play games with him. I am glad our last time together was happy, we were reminiscing about childhood games, and playing reruns of Inspector Gadget – he was cool like that or maybe I influenced him that way 😉

So, I implore those of you who suffer silently, do not. Talk to people, reach out and let the light in if only a little. You don’t ever need to feel isolated or alone.

As always – for those who know, thanks for the cards and love, you may not always know what to express, but it means a lot to me.

Much love,

G

Poems under moonlight

Cinnamon moon

I’m going to lay me down in

the opulent moonlight

transforming into a cinnamon glow

spice becoming lovely curves

spice becoming alluring

and the earth shall welcome my touch

like a lover

embracing me down to the roots

where my naked-heart-upon skin

illuminates

Gold Mask

and the gold mask slips over her face

hinting at her sensuality

inviting you to peek

and lust

wanting you to peer deeper than skin

harder than desire

and the gold mask beckons you to her

not for man driven urge

not for pleasure incarnate

simply to see

the finery of soul

lingering in blue and gold

The Spring of my discontent

This is without a doubt the worst September in my life – my father died three weeks ago and yesterday I found out my mum has breast cancer.

I was not close to my dad – he was and is still a tad enigmatic and emotionally closed off, it’s partly the reason I think I feel the incessant need to express myself as I never had a strong feeling of who he was spiritually or as a person. I am most sad in the circumstances how he passed and that he shut himself off from life basically.

So to then have the dust barely settle and learn my mum likely has a rare and aggressive form of breast cancer (at this stage seems likely to be inflammatory breast cancer) is devastating. If you had ever read other posts and wondered where I get my love of intelligence and literature from, it’s her. My cheeky nature is also in part due to her sense of humour, and my ethics in life are definitely hers. She would teach me to read and is very proud I still write (even if she doesn’t know the erotic content!). I’m very protective and close to her, so to literally feel powerless is terrifying.

Why share this you may ask – well, it’s grief, and I’m a firm believer that we need to embrace the sad, the heartaches the soul destroying lows and to acknowledge they happen. I need to honour that which may make me fall. I am free here, with my silent readers to say how it is I feel without judgement, no matter how hard or unsexy that may be.

It should also explain some absence or difference in tone, and likely make some of my expression tinged with sadness and even more existentialism. Death and cancer do that – it’s the duality of connection.

Hugs and good energy are always welcome, and I thank those of you who have been there to talk with and keep me feeling cared for.