Deniz Atay, 15 august 2012
Once upon a time, in the lands of Anatolia, there was a legend about a “Devil’s Table”. The place is now what is left from a volcano destruction occurred many centuries ago and a place where tourists go and visit the famous footprints –at least the image- in a cage and watch the beautiful sunset (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 10 august 2012
frustrated to the death that which is espoused by this singular mind fails to connect its meaning with the multitude of living minds of others as to garner an iota of intellectual conflagration leading to the reluctant and conflicted belief that either the subject matter is either too trivially expressed (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 8 august 2012
Slumbering through yet another day, which number long forgot, striving for less then a thought of remembrance, to reason its hourly expenditure of breath, seemingly wasteful to an earthly presence but, remaining eternally hopeful to its recurrence.
Naykd Poet, 30 july 2012
Laying naked, spell-bound, following a torrid evening of drug-infused, sexo-erotic debauchery; legs splayed seductively wide, nursing an abused, semi-erect, though mercilessly cum-drained phallus that, forsaking its true, pre-ordained creationist purpose; rejoicing for having participated in this living (... więcej)
Deniz Atay, 28 july 2012
Me and my best friend have been on a summer holiday in France for four days now. Yeah, we are in Cannes – so far so good! We have been staying in a very cheap hotel which has a fantastic view of the sea. We were lucky to be able to find that cheap of a hotel with a view like this; because (... więcej)
kay kareman, 22 july 2012
love is just a word.....a bunch of jumbled alphabets...with a sense of affection..devotion of the desires towards the endears to be enamored.....its not just a word
Deniz Atay, 19 july 2012
Actually, one – it can be any – mountain was the toughest of all I had climbed throughout my life. It was once said that this had caused many climbers to die on their way. I don’t know; this mountain can be even my dream, our yours – I don’t know. But one thing I am sure of is that this was (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 15 july 2012
A capitulation to meaning of intent of an oral expression is subject to the biased observer’s subjugation to its object meaning sparking a potential conflagration for communicating minds want to convey/comprehend a mutual understanding to a matter at hand that is presumed to have been accomplished (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 11 july 2012
I was fortunate to be viewing on PBS the other night
Military men and women past and present
So moved by their experience
While on duty in conflicts such as Vietnam,
Iraq and Afghanistan
(I use the word conflict in lieu of war because
these are not wars in the conventional sense)
As to author (... więcej)
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