Outlaw
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Mar 18, 2001
- Posts
- 254
Hi Everyone,
Sitting around with a bourbon and a smoke last night, I realised how much I really enjoy this site, and wrote something about it. Please don't be offended by it; it's just a "think" piece. (and a little Shakespearean).
For Literoticans
What is it, amidst the chorus of angels above us,
And the cacophony of devils nipping at our heels,
That drives us to love?
Why is it that so many cups run over with love,
And yet death stalks our children in their schools,
And the promise of money burns the hearts of men better than their greed,
Our id speaks to our hearts in honeyed tones of promise,
And some of us cast our conscience aside for fear or desire,
Those who fight our worthy causes are cut down by the jealous knives of the selfish,
And those who embrace their own differences are ostracised by the indoctrinated and fearful masses,
We are the few left, free by choice to pursue our fantasies and dreams,
Free to walk proud, unashamed of our pure individuality and unfettered by the scruples and conventions of fear,
Your pens and minds, and the strength of your harmless desire single you out of the earthly herd,
For your presence is the statement of desire unfound that drives us all,
To find what it is to spark our interest and to define in words what some would find impossible to say,
So ride the lightning of your threatless lusts,
For you are what all should hope to be,
Free and unashamed of your humanity,
And glad to be burning with the sweet flame of living!!
Sitting around with a bourbon and a smoke last night, I realised how much I really enjoy this site, and wrote something about it. Please don't be offended by it; it's just a "think" piece. (and a little Shakespearean).
For Literoticans
What is it, amidst the chorus of angels above us,
And the cacophony of devils nipping at our heels,
That drives us to love?
Why is it that so many cups run over with love,
And yet death stalks our children in their schools,
And the promise of money burns the hearts of men better than their greed,
Our id speaks to our hearts in honeyed tones of promise,
And some of us cast our conscience aside for fear or desire,
Those who fight our worthy causes are cut down by the jealous knives of the selfish,
And those who embrace their own differences are ostracised by the indoctrinated and fearful masses,
We are the few left, free by choice to pursue our fantasies and dreams,
Free to walk proud, unashamed of our pure individuality and unfettered by the scruples and conventions of fear,
Your pens and minds, and the strength of your harmless desire single you out of the earthly herd,
For your presence is the statement of desire unfound that drives us all,
To find what it is to spark our interest and to define in words what some would find impossible to say,
So ride the lightning of your threatless lusts,
For you are what all should hope to be,
Free and unashamed of your humanity,
And glad to be burning with the sweet flame of living!!
