bordendazed
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Aug 16, 2002
- Posts
- 200
Remember how we laughed..?
We lived through the 70's, loved in the 80's, flew through the 90's and stubbed our toes on 9/11/01... And it's 5 years later, and, what has changed?
Ages 35 to 55, we have been there and done that. Some more than others, and some, less, and some just from afar, while others, see only the mind's eye.
Here we have the gift of awareness, the literal pulse of life; The sensual prose of sensuality. Sharing words, senses, feelings and fantasies in a one-way (or two dimensional keyboard communication) format to please the senses and to stimulate the masses? Or, is it just to share the feeling with those that appreciate it?
"What shall we use to fill the empty spaces where waves of [mental] hunger roar? Shall we set out across the sea of faces in search of more and more applause..." Or shall we just accept what we are, and what we have?
Surely there are people that appreciate the intellect of a stranger's mind, and value the scent of someone's efforts. Where are those that live to love an dare not be burdened with the fear of society nor the rusty chains of "love"?
People who could exist on a plane of mental revelation disregarding gender, age or petty possessions. Belief in a fellow human's experiences and their ability to enlighten others with wisdom and revelations unkown or unimagined. Is it possible?
Searching, lusting, looking for those that follow their mind, and not the ways of the past nor the fears of their present... Where are the thinkers, the philosophers, the sensual hedonists, the tactile experimenters; those that live and love in the same moment, and yet, can move on to another topical subject without regrets?
Not juvenile 'fuck buddies' nor plastic poseurs, but those with a passionate opinion and a fanatical sense of belief in their own opinions, with a common thread that resonates through all of our generation?
Confused, confounded or just frustrated-maybe that is true, but I want to, one of these days, before I return to the elements, share my experiences and learn from others'; to revel in the beatuy of this shared existance; to be and to have been.
What a long strange trip it's been...
Comments, critics and confounded enigmatic confusional statements welcome, hoped for, and desired.
We lived through the 70's, loved in the 80's, flew through the 90's and stubbed our toes on 9/11/01... And it's 5 years later, and, what has changed?
Ages 35 to 55, we have been there and done that. Some more than others, and some, less, and some just from afar, while others, see only the mind's eye.
Here we have the gift of awareness, the literal pulse of life; The sensual prose of sensuality. Sharing words, senses, feelings and fantasies in a one-way (or two dimensional keyboard communication) format to please the senses and to stimulate the masses? Or, is it just to share the feeling with those that appreciate it?
"What shall we use to fill the empty spaces where waves of [mental] hunger roar? Shall we set out across the sea of faces in search of more and more applause..." Or shall we just accept what we are, and what we have?
Surely there are people that appreciate the intellect of a stranger's mind, and value the scent of someone's efforts. Where are those that live to love an dare not be burdened with the fear of society nor the rusty chains of "love"?
People who could exist on a plane of mental revelation disregarding gender, age or petty possessions. Belief in a fellow human's experiences and their ability to enlighten others with wisdom and revelations unkown or unimagined. Is it possible?
Searching, lusting, looking for those that follow their mind, and not the ways of the past nor the fears of their present... Where are the thinkers, the philosophers, the sensual hedonists, the tactile experimenters; those that live and love in the same moment, and yet, can move on to another topical subject without regrets?
Not juvenile 'fuck buddies' nor plastic poseurs, but those with a passionate opinion and a fanatical sense of belief in their own opinions, with a common thread that resonates through all of our generation?
Confused, confounded or just frustrated-maybe that is true, but I want to, one of these days, before I return to the elements, share my experiences and learn from others'; to revel in the beatuy of this shared existance; to be and to have been.
What a long strange trip it's been...
Comments, critics and confounded enigmatic confusional statements welcome, hoped for, and desired.