norman o green
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Wary Are Thoughts of Love
Wary are my thoughts of love. I tread softly upon the thin ice of broken hearts. Too often have I cascaded between the cracks until now I fear I have so little left to give. Every wound, every scar from the slashing double edge sword of love has meant a slice of my heart forever lost. Each one a painful cut that never truly heals. Each one with a voice always lingering near the surface. Always striving to be heard. As a cool fall breeze bringing the sharp promise of winter, it shakes the leaves and trees sway before it. These sounds are always there but often we don't listen. I pause on my life path time to time. I step to the side and listen. The oldest deepest scars rumble from the dark hidden places they dwell. The fresh wounds, the deepest slashes scream to me in shrill tones that make me feel I'm on my knees, mouth agape screaming a silent lament no one can hear but myself. There is no one there to reach out to. No one to speak with. No hand to hold. No one to share my thoughts or comfort my fears. Sometimes while paused along the pathway, I reflect that I need my pain. For without it I could never appreciate the rare gifts of happiness I have. Balance. Without it I would have surly slipped neath the ice with silent cries falling upon deaf ears. What remains is just a spark of hope and a dream of true love. Perhaps a hope that is futile and reckless. A dream that is foolish and beyond my grasp forever. Its all I have. All that is left. The scars have demanded their sacrifices and my heart paid the price. Still I go on. Back on the life path once again. Maybe my hopes and dreams are somewhere beyond the far horizon, unseen and waiting to be discovered. So I take the steps towards the future on my pathway as the leaves rustle and the trees sway in the breeze. Only sometimes heard but forever there. And always, So wary are my thoughts of love.
By norman o green6 years ago in Poets
Rediscovering My Sexuality
For most of my life I have had a very active and awesome sex life. I was a giver with no demands and would do almost anything to please my lover. It was indeed my great fortune that the first few women I made love with were much older than I was and the experience gained was priceless. In addition, at the age of sixteen before I lost my virginity I read a book called The Happy Hooker by Xavier Hollander. For me it was the complete guidebook on how to be a great lover. More important than the wide variety of sexual activity described in great detail, it taught me the incredible importance of respect and admiration for women. That women were to be treated with dignity, kindness and compassion. I learned the importance of paying attention to them. Listening without criticizing and with an open mind. Invaluable education. I still maintain that every young person, male and female, most especially the males, read that book early on. I took that knowledge and ran with it. Boy did I run.
By norman o green6 years ago in Filthy
