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"Like an island, we're surrounded by a deep blue sea You're the waves that push and pull against me"
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"Like an island, we're surrounded by a deep blue sea You're the waves that push and pull against me" "Like an island, we're surrounded by a deep blue sea You're the waves that push and pull against me..." These are my thoughts... these words bouncing inside me... I would want her like that... It's like this... It's like that... I'm starting to crack... you'll leave... then, you'll cum back... I will slowly erode until there's nothing left... The odds are not forever in my favor... they are stacked against me.. against all odds... could there be a calculation where this works out... in and out... like the waves of the ocean... reeling my feelings over coals... heart beats... soft and slow... I could venture the slow ... of a heart that has grown cold... indifferent... I could be anything... inside of you... I could be the answer... inside of you... I could be it... that which I want to be... the push and pull between us... between you and me... If you luv me right back... your world could spin within mine... the axis between us a fine line... no more guessing... no more steps away from each other... heading in an opposite direction... no direction at all... a storm with the quiet after it... It's like this... It's like that... let it be like us... I write this for me... ............................... "Tell me how it is We're one step closer We're moving slower On the right tracks Tell me how it is We're moving forward We've been so tortured By all of this Oh like an island, we're surrounded by a deep blue sea You're the waves that push and pull against me You wash me away, bit by bit I will slowly erode 'til there's nothing left You can sink alone By deep But you But you pull on my soul No, you won't let go You let me know I'm apart of everything you do Oh like an island, we're surrounded by a deep blue sea You're the waves that push and pull against me You wash me away, bit by bit I will slowly erode 'til there's nothing left If you want me like that, that's who I'll be If you love me right back, I could be anything It's like this and like that I think I'm starting to crack Then you'll leave and come back The odds are starting to stack Against me Against me ..." - Tender - "Erode" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Like an island, we're surrounded by a deep blue sea You're the waves that push and pull against me..." I will slowly erode... until there's nothing left... I wrote this one last year... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!  |
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some of you were able to sink your teeth into your first Tender song yesterday and today... here's another... the first that I heard... I posted it last year... what say you... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Sunk teeth ... the teeth of the sea? Sounds like basic operations of horizontal hold are on the brink. Knot edgy so much unless One is apt to get lost in a mirror. The fix for that (oddly enough is the release of fixedness, which required cardinal alertness of awareness and close attention to a sense of balance. Balance is difficult to maintain when one is not used to life on water, or the ocean as the ultimate solution as frank Z laid it out. My first year at sea I struggled with sea sickness ... an old sailor, who went by the name Redeye, taught me how to thing about inner balance. He said the inner ear is like an orange sliced in half ... from the center is an electrical impulse that shoots to the ground ... down along the line to the south or bottom depending on your dimensional scale. if the sense of groundedness is not there then more charges are shot out and if the groundness is not attended to eventually it starts to spiral around and that is the feeling of seasickness and all the vomiting that can induce is what follows. The answer to avoid that is to concentrate on a sense of groundedness. I'd imagine astronauts have better analogies. But you are presenting poetically and aphorism like ... so old sailor technologies may not apply ... but probably are adequate to avoid the drowning you are trying to induce. (deduce =/= Induce) + perspective = abduce? <-- not sure on that formula but working on it. Now if you have lost your way and are being sized up by the deep ones around the city of R'lyeh where cthulu pines for domination...maybe some dimensional orienting and perspective might be needed or lost (depending upon who is at ad versus dis-advantage. The groundedness of metaphor has application even long after the the actual ground has lost your feet .... or vice versa. The Gestalt notion of figure and field come into play and really then it is the polarities of a systems dynamic becomes apparent (think - the source of the little electrical charges). The ground is the environment of context in which a figure who is acting behaves. The truest loss of self is when the ground and figure switch sides or places or inside/outside - all depending on perspective in dimensional orientation .. that is I think, the third turn in the rule of games and other masonic programs. So the loss of ground is equivalent to doubt generated by two sides of an often false dichotomy that then becomes introjected as an altered state ... do that each time for each corner of pythagorized triangle to create yet another triangle inside .. or fano plane if that cool about this shit. So track back the loss of ground that led to this devouring of self in doubt. Grow the beard, find the doubt, maybe you'll work it out. The real truth though about why such a thing will ever be presented to a self though .. really grasping at that deep forbidden WHY is a view so far removed from the safe dry ground of where human's evolved that it can make coming back all the way .. impossible. Better to focus on the WHAT can be done in the moment so as to not lose that grounding to vast fields of unknown energy. Castaneda's bullshit sorcery stories covers this exhaustively. There are rules though like with Taoism ... the right waves and the left spirals. Now reverse for hemispheric dominance in the grey and white matter. Though your profile seems wisely anonymous ... there is something known in this modern age ... that white middle to upper class men who are right hand dominant/left hemisphere oriented. Are most apt to be blind to the opposing sides of those two facets or surfaces of attack. For some reason the album by 'Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds' called 'Your Funeral... My Trial' and the song 'Stranger to Kindness' come to mind and resonate with your sea shanty ...here are the words, but worth a listen ... "Stranger than kindness Bottled light from hotels Spilling everything Wet hand from the volcano Sobers your skin Stranger than kindness You caress yourself And grind my soft cold bones below Your map of desire Burned in your flesh Even a fool can come A strange lit stair And find a rope hanging there Stranger than kindness Keys rain like heaven's hair There is no home, there is no bread We sit at the gate and scratch The gaunt fruit of passion Dies in the light Stranger than kindness Your sleeping hands journey They loiter Stranger than kindness You hold me so carelessly close Tell me I'm dirty I'm a stranger I'm a stranger I'm a stranger to kindness" tl;dr- sorry for blog bombing you but um ... you asked for sunken teeth. If I were the one whom you were writing this for my retort would be if I'm the waves then who is the moon? questions for the ages/aged.
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Happy Tuesday great words and song today, I wish I could of come up with something that fits this one today. I hope you have a wonderful day.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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Hi Joy. Thanks for the kind words. I’m glad that you keep coming back for more. EnJOY 😉 your Tuesday!!! Hmm... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Happy Tuesday great words and song today, I wish I could of come up with something that fits this one today. I hope you have a wonderful day.. Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my blog post today!!! Your words fit just fine as a republican Mae... Glad that you liked this one... Have a nice day!!! Hmm... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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Sunk teeth ... the teeth of the sea? Sounds like basic operations of horizontal hold are on the brink. Knot edgy so much unless One is apt to get lost in a mirror. The fix for that (oddly enough is the release of fixedness, which required cardinal alertness of awareness and close attention to a sense of balance. Balance is difficult to maintain when one is not used to life on water, or the ocean as the ultimate solution as frank Z laid it out. My first year at sea I struggled with sea sickness ... an old sailor, who went by the name Redeye, taught me how to thing about inner balance. He said the inner ear is like an orange sliced in half ... from the center is an electrical impulse that shoots to the ground ... down along the line to the south or bottom depending on your dimensional scale. if the sense of groundedness is not there then more charges are shot out and if the groundness is not attended to eventually it starts to spiral around and that is the feeling of seasickness and all the vomiting that can induce is what follows. The answer to avoid that is to concentrate on a sense of groundedness. I'd imagine astronauts have better analogies. But you are presenting poetically and aphorism like ... so old sailor technologies may not apply ... but probably are adequate to avoid the drowning you are trying to induce. (deduce =/= Induce) + perspective = abduce? <-- not sure on that formula but working on it. Now if you have lost your way and are being sized up by the deep ones around the city of R'lyeh where cthulu pines for domination...maybe some dimensional orienting and perspective might be needed or lost (depending upon who is at ad versus dis-advantage. The groundedness of metaphor has application even long after the the actual ground has lost your feet .... or vice versa. The Gestalt notion of figure and field come into play and really then it is the polarities of a systems dynamic becomes apparent (think - the source of the little electrical charges). The ground is the environment of context in which a figure who is acting behaves. The truest loss of self is when the ground and figure switch sides or places or inside/outside - all depending on perspective in dimensional orientation .. that is I think, the third turn in the rule of games and other masonic programs. So the loss of ground is equivalent to doubt generated by two sides of an often false dichotomy that then becomes introjected as an altered state ... do that each time for each corner of pythagorized triangle to create yet another triangle inside .. or fano plane if that cool about this shit. So track back the loss of ground that led to this devouring of self in doubt. Grow the beard, find the doubt, maybe you'll work it out. The real truth though about why such a thing will ever be presented to a self though .. really grasping at that deep forbidden WHY is a view so far removed from the safe dry ground of where human's evolved that it can make coming back all the way .. impossible. Better to focus on the WHAT can be done in the moment so as to not lose that grounding to vast fields of unknown energy. Castaneda's bullshit sorcery stories covers this exhaustively. There are rules though like with Taoism ... the right waves and the left spirals. Now reverse for hemispheric dominance in the grey and white matter. Though your profile seems wisely anonymous ... there is something known in this modern age ... that white middle to upper class men who are right hand dominant/left hemisphere oriented. Are most apt to be blind to the opposing sides of those two facets or surfaces of attack. For some reason the album by 'Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds' called 'Your Funeral... My Trial' and the song 'Stranger to Kindness' come to mind and resonate with your sea shanty ...here are the words, but worth a listen ... "Stranger than kindness Bottled light from hotels Spilling everything Wet hand from the volcano Sobers your skin Stranger than kindness You caress yourself And grind my soft cold bones below Your map of desire Burned in your flesh Even a fool can come A strange lit stair And find a rope hanging there Stranger than kindness Keys rain like heaven's hair There is no home, there is no bread We sit at the gate and scratch The gaunt fruit of passion Dies in the light Stranger than kindness Your sleeping hands journey They loiter Stranger than kindness You hold me so carelessly close Tell me I'm dirty I'm a stranger I'm a stranger I'm a stranger to kindness" tl;dr- sorry for blog bombing you but um ... you asked for sunken teeth. If I were the one whom you were writing this for my retort would be if I'm the waves then who is the moon? questions for the ages/aged. Thanks for visiting today and commenting on my blog post. I appreciate the song lyrics "Stranger to kindness"... I can see the similarities in the message. have a great week! To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!!
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