A Child At Play

Cemetery Series #2

groovenaut@aol.com — Sun, 27 Apr 2003 21:13:33 GMT

Cemetery Series #1

groovenaut@aol.com — Sun, 27 Apr 2003 21:13:02 GMT

Downtown Night Portraits #2

groovenaut@aol.com — Sun, 27 Apr 2003 18:02:43 GMT

Downtown Night Portraits #1

groovenaut@aol.com — Sun, 27 Apr 2003 18:02:14 GMT

Beach Portraits #3

groovenaut@aol.com — Sun, 27 Apr 2003 18:01:11 GMT

Beach Portraits #2

groovenaut@aol.com — Sun, 27 Apr 2003 18:00:30 GMT

Beach Portraits #1

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Touch

groovenaut@aol.com — Mon, 11 Nov 2002 06:04:50 GMT

I want your touch more than anything
to feel your hand in mine,
your arms around me,
you lips on mine.
And to know that my touch excites you
just as yours excites me.

Drifting

groovenaut@aol.com — Mon, 11 Nov 2002 06:00:27 GMT

I want to feel it
when you touch me
make me scream out your name.
I want to gasp
and move restlessly against you
to feel you quiver within me.
Force me to my peak
digging deep inside
there is no one else
besides you and I.
You make me hungry
for your taste,
and the feel of you tasting me.
I could be lost out at sea
drifting in the haze
you provide.

Always A Place

groovenaut@aol.com — Sun, 03 Nov 2002 23:48:12 GMT

Each night I pray for you
and your safe passage through this storm.
We've weathered so much together,
it makes me sad to think that we've already come undone.
Each time you walk away,
each time I turn my back,
each time I lose a piece to you,
my heart is something I'll never get back.
I've tired so hard,
too hard to win you back
and to walk away.
Perhaps it's my broken heart, too weak
which begins to stray.
I'll always love you,
I'll always miss your smile
I'll always wonder where you are
and if you made it miles and miles away.
Just promise me you'll stop
and think of me maybe once or twice a year,
and know that deep down in my heart,
there's always a place for you here.

Untitled

groovenaut@aol.com — Wed, 30 Oct 2002 03:50:26 GMT

Why do I play the fool
to you?
Inside I fear my resolve slips
further and further
away
each time you walk away,
each time I forgive
and let bygones be bygones.

You Were My Everything

groovenaut@aol.com — Wed, 30 Oct 2002 03:40:35 GMT

I wish I could ignore the sound of your voice in my head
echoing words that cut me to the bone
each time I replay your voice inside my head
saying that you love me.
Leave my head and my heart alone
you've wrought your havoc
and we've all played and lost the game.
I was only a game to you
inside I meant nothing
while inside me
you were my everything.

Touch

groovenaut@aol.com — Tue, 24 Sep 2002 02:03:51 GMT

I touch but my fingers
are so clumsy.
I cannot feel.
I do not have the power to touch
to feel
to warm to the touch of another.
I've walked away so many times,
my heart on my sleeve,
my head in my hands,
yet unable to feel the pain,
the touch.
And maybe the feel of your hand on my back
trying to stop me.

Perceptions of Truth

groovenaut@aol.com — Tue, 24 Sep 2002 01:47:06 GMT

Do you have words
to cover my eyes,
to prevent me from truly seeing
without hearingwithout feeling.
To tie my hands behind my back
and to lead me away
from all I believe.
Truth is what you make of it
what I make of it.
There is no such thing as absolutely truth,
there is only the idea,
the perceptions of truth.

Nothing

groovenaut@aol.com — Tue, 24 Sep 2002 01:43:53 GMT

I am heartbreaking
agony like you've never seen
these eyes so lonely
don't believe me when I say
I'm frowning on the outside
inside withering away.
Renegade arterial bleeding
like nobody's business
without eyes with which to see,
before I blessed you and I blessed me
and my name meant something
we had something
I was something to you.
But nothing lasts forever,
except for maybe whispered words,
almost,
half-memories that pain and provoke
longing deep inside
tears that fall
and eyes that cry forever.
Eyes that close for good.

I'm For You

groovenaut@aol.com — Sun, 22 Sep 2002 14:48:35 GMT

You touch me,
tease me.
I want to A-Bomb like I'm the one for you.
I'm the one for your baby.
Believe me when I say,
I'm helter-skelter
I'm red hot
I'm the EPA watching over panther preservation land.
I'm white nights
and midnight suns
all rolled and combined into one.
Wax that melts
and touches nipples
pain so devine
I get you high.
I'm the A-bomb,
the h-bomb.
I'm the one, baby.
I'm for you.

groovenaut@aol.com — Sun, 22 Sep 2002 14:43:44 GMT

I'm going to sing
swing into your heart
like my words are my dancing shoes
and we're doing the lindy hop.
Or maybe we're just jitterbugging around each other.
You twirl me around
and my feet just can't stop,
like maybe I'll die if I do,
but I'll die if I don't
and I'm so breathless
with anticipation,
with need and wanting.
You make my blood so hot
I sweat
and I must move my feet
to your crazy beat.

groovenaut@aol.com — Mon, 02 Sep 2002 07:16:53 GMT

Fuck your appologies
and words that meant so much
but now mean so little.
Hands that wander,
so innocently assuming
but without meaning.
Without feeling.
You turned my body into a piece of meat,
and my emotions into childs' play.

groovenaut@aol.com — Mon, 02 Sep 2002 06:53:14 GMT

You made me feel alive
and then took the emotion
out of the sentiment
and relieved me of my outlet
for releasing my pent up feelings.
Thank you,
for tempering my spirit
and making me bottle up everything
I had wanted to let out
for you to see.
Somehow,
I don't think you'll ever really understand me.

Crumbling

groovenaut@aol.com — Mon, 02 Sep 2002 06:45:09 GMT

I am used.
So bruised inside.
Your use of me
left me cold as stone.
Inside I fear I'm breaking
or perhaps crumbling,
as only stone can do.

Getting To Know You

groovenaut@aol.com — Fri, 02 Aug 2002 17:57:05 GMT

Do you want to touch me?
Do you crave the feel of my lips
against yours?
I would love to spend hours
exploring your body.
Roaming with my fingers
and tounge.
Some nights I really do
just want to get to know you.

Or Living For

groovenaut@aol.com — Fri, 02 Aug 2002 17:52:41 GMT

I want your touch
on my skin.
Sink inside my soul.
I want to take you for a ride.
Let's go around the world
I'll take you around the world
in one hot moment.
You see the way the heat rises
like steam
between you and I?
I want to take you to the brink.
I want you to realize that being with me
is worth dying for.
Or living for.

groovenaut@aol.com — Wed, 31 Jul 2002 01:54:17 GMT

I think I need a break
so as not to feel used.
(We all know that's not with this is about...)
I'll lay back and watch the clouds pass by.
Sometimes all I need is a little time
by myself
to make decisions.
I've never regreted anything.
Never.

groovenaut@aol.com — Wed, 31 Jul 2002 01:51:52 GMT

Smile on the outside
because inside you feel ill at ease.
And you're off balance.
You've made choices to live by
and you're not sure they're right.
So smile.
Eventually you'll convince even yourself
that things aren't so bad.

groovenaut@aol.com — Wed, 31 Jul 2002 01:44:40 GMT

Right now more than anything
I wish I had you here with me again.
I'm craving your arms around me
they're they only thing that ever made me feel safe
inside.