Camille’s Garden

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gay as can be…

i am proud to be me..and gay as can be……:)

my book on amazon now:)

Tiny Bitz

n njoy:)

Patti Labelle – Acid Queen

OMG – I finally found it!!

afterglowing thought incoherently…

Afterglow

afterglowing thoughts

on

love, life and women

inside and outside my heart.

had a very nice chat with a good friend this afternoon..yanno..the whole ” u will find someone -sooner or lata” blee blah…and she kept sayin that even tho i stated with a stern look that i def dont want a woman in my life right now!.HAyle NO!

i aint ReAdY- ya hear me?..pffff..I am still missing Her…

anyhoo..we switched subjects quickly and continued talking about concerts n music n such…

after she went home- i found myself lookin on a lesbo – dating page (LMAO) for interesting pics and people…oh well…of course i found someone interesting…*smw*<–shakin my wig…if you aint knew

wat im tryna say is…no matter how cool we seem to handle matters of the heart…we break our own rules within a second….

cos-

the sun of longing and the passionate fiyah of desires…will not allow any sparkle to be wasted – eva!

..especially in afterglows, the need to be held in the warmth of  female hands , will not allow any Loveresignment…

tata,

ina

New tat…

Black Dragon Reign

…finally the rising Phoenix turned into a black, magic Dragon..It’z time for my Reign, my Time…

Yep – i think imma call da new CD ” Black Dragon Reign “…

we will see…;)

JUST A POEM…;)

(pic = club femina)

between women hips
..small..skinny..sexy
……big..beautiful…bold
…….curious..carefree…cultivated
i shall rest forever
because peace only hits
my gypsy heart
when i see those legs part
& wrapped around my
well educated mind

so
do not come tell me
about what „they“ might say
prolly pray…for
a life less sinful
…a heart less traveling
…..a soul less stray

i might as well  seduce your core
while you disagree
so perfectly innocent
my truth i lay
sweet…selective…shamelessly
because i live as i please
&
shelter my every need
with ease…

The Voluptiary.

In(n)a Reflections…(sp2xpoetry- This is me)

I

n(n)a Reflections



Teardrops
of molested Eyes
wash away formerly known Pain
as Seconds of Everyday caress a deeper Knowledge
brought by
…simple Life

Sexy to those – Who
allow….easily
Humanity
to reign over
what – They actually see….
…warm and welcoming Orange Shades
painted on what the Horizon has left
for the Afterglows of Compassion
and Love
……….incoherently
always something Positive to add
bit by bit…
……..helping IT
to keep shining
& Smiles alive…

A cleansed, even purified Soul
Is – whats left
Open…vulnerable
……often too numb
Yet free
….untamed & still
beautiful

……Dotz of Poetry trying to define
a mysteriously
…..behind security Walls, perfectly,
……………….well hidden

…She








9-12-08

….dotz…..

dotz
………..
from alpha
to omega
and right back……..
…
..
.
the Circle of life spinning the Wheel of Fortune
asking me to buy a “S” to connect the “oul”
for it needs Protection
& Love
to remain whole
….reaching out….

…..empty Pockets
……..empty Heart
Nothing
..but
dotz
..
.
Crystal Echoes
fill the air between unsaid Thoughts
and Movements of fearful Words
..
.
could – should – would & if
.
..

almost could feed a Regret
one of those which keep you guessing
if starving the Possibilities of “giving in”
would be a better Solution
or should the sweet Imagination
be just that…
….sweet
as the Silence
that surrounds my meaningless Walk
through Space
..through your Mind
…through Our Memories

i ‘d cry some more
so None of Everything we shared
was invain…
…but all I have left
from alpha’s inviting Ride
is
dotz….







4-24-09

untitled….

Liebesschmerz

i cannot put in words
what keeps me collapsing
…shattered…in pieces
unsorted & sharp
cutting the sweet little layers of sanity
into piercing splinters – burning the yet to come
healing flesh……
….until nothing is left but crazy longing
and the urge to swallow all wasted tears
to drown myself

choking up bitter lies
- a swamp of undenied whispers
still caressing the very core of passion
devotion…& whatever keeps my clock ticking
….the heart beating
………….the soul seeking
for truth or understanding – who really cares?

the wilderness of a desperate mind
will always cross “heart-set” limitations
burning eyes and unfair phrases – created
to
leave….

…no room for pride
but a second of reality’s disrespectful canto:

“No more i miss you Poems………..”

4-24-09