TheWanderingBoo

Sensually
Intoxicated
Nurturing

Woke up this morning, with this thought:

The world is on its knees
Blindfolded
A gun to its head
But who has their finger on the trigger?

Apologies for not being around as much as usual, been on vacation to Ireland, when I got back, had problems with internet (no internet for 2 weeks!) Have just been re-connected, will hopefully start getting round to reading and commenting soon and hopefully post a few pieces too.

Simon

This came to me when I was half-asleep on the train, earlier this week:

‘The inspiration of a writer lies within the insanity of a chaotic mind’

Not sure why this came to me; just popped into my head
without any reason or explanation:

Forbidden love
Together
Untouching
Achingly close
Desire
Pleasure
Without sin
Pure
Virgin
Ravenous
Hungry
And lost.

I was watching a documentry a few days ago about the 1960’s, 1970’s and the summers of love; the music, Vietnam and the innocence of this era. What caught my attention, was an old black and white photo of a woman placing a flower down the barrel of a gun; it was very thought provoking. While thinking about this, I came up with this; hope you enjoy.

See, they placed a flower
Down the barre…

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I slip into a daydream of a white rabbit smoking Ganga on the shores of Babylon; lying there completely at ease with a bottle of rum and Little Bo Peep between his legs, her head bobbing up and down. With a satisfied “Yah Man!” the rabbit smiles inanely at her, as she wipes his salted cream from her lips and asks him if he has seen her sheep; after a pause he tells her no and she undresses hers…

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Though it was about time to reveal a little about me and what makes me tick…

Who am I?

Well my name is Simon and I currently reside in the UK
I am 36 years old and have been writing seriously for 18 years

I have privately published 3 Anthologies
I am currently working on my first novel
I am also working on a Sitcom

I love Monty Python, Blackadder, Fawlty Towers, ‘Carry On’ Fil…

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I never knew these feelings
Until you reached inside my soul
Where you found a child
And made him a man
With your sensuous touch
Your beautiful words
A heart that truly loves
Which I love in return
As we make love tonight
I feel your hidden desires
And as you slowly enlighten me
I submit to the wonder of you.

I don’t seek the darkness
The darkness finds me
Shadow people wander
And I see them so clearly
Hooded figures slowly pass
A hat man stares at my soul
It is as dark as his heart
Yet I will not give myself up
Though they open my mind
To the servitude of the darkness
The grave it opens before me
And as I wake I see your light.