Whats your Writing of the week!?

I Love this one by *Alex Grey*

Bitch Goddess Beauty

The artists stroke and slap at matter,
Sensitively, like lovers around a clitoris,
Of the supreme Bitch Goddess, Beauty.

She, locked in passion
With the upright lingham of truth,
Licks and slowly writhes, coaxing
Fountains of steaming ejaculated bliss
To impregnate her ecstatic devotees
With the flaming semen of good vision.

Embryonic artworks grow
In the womb heart of the artists,
Until the fever of making seizes their limbs,
And they deliver their art through labors of love.

Fresh art, still warm from creative birth
Enters new eyes, awakening medicinal soul resonance.

The artists, never resting,
Follow after the undulating Bitch Goddess,
Ever slipping away until they clutch her.

Arousing her passion, they open their hearts,
Awaiting the next divine conception.
-PKW



Post Edited (05-11-04 14:16)

Happy Trails

pkw - plagarism is not nice.

Thanks for the reminder Dwee



Post Edited (05-11-04 14:18)

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Orange & Gold
orange & gold
orange & gold
orange & gold
Orange & gold yeah yeah yeah
Sun in the evening time
Blue & the green oh oh oh oh oh oh
smoke by the water side
Gentle shades of purple & red fall early on the water down there
Psalm of prayer fill up my head
Its so easy to love here
Lonely them who no remember the love of creation
Soon it will be forgotten

I said the sun rules the day
oh children let us play
The moon governs the night
love is the light! love is the light!
Take back your mind
come redefine… your definitions
Absence of love there are no colors

Lonely them who no remember the love of creation
Soon it will be forgotten
(John Brown's Body)

Spread these wings open wide, open wide to my grave
Spread these wings open wide, open wide shed these braves

We only know our love is for you
We only know our love is for you
We only know our love, our love is for you
We only know our love, our love is for you

And in the end, you’re a page of words written across the sky
But even the airplanes, they gaze away
Aw, but they never look down to read what you say...

We only know our love is for you
We only know our love is for you
We only know our love, our love is for you
We only know our love, our love is for you
(Rusted Root)

He was a man of sterling quality, loyal to his responsibilities, implicitely trusted by the heads of his company and devoted to the interests of the great concern by which he was employed. He had labored incessantly for half a century to amass a competence that he and his faithful wife might enjoy together in their declining years but had counted beyond his strength. In all his relationships with the officials of the company and with associates and subordinates he was preemptively fair and always just, at times possibly severe but always just. William B. Dean triumphed over the intricacies and difficulties of his job and could only be conquered by death itself. Editor’s note. (Chico Daily Enterprise 1937, 1)

I couldn't help myself!! I just finished finals and I am so excited!!!!! This is an exerpt from an architectural study that I wrote. This is a passage from the obituary of the man who built the structure. I can only hope that I am remember so warmly when I am no longer here.

roses are red violetes are blue
I would sit here and type
but Ive got better things to do.

Peace

looks like you did just site there and type... good poem

Thank you Alexsis and Empress
Fare well



Happy Trails