Nudist pictures
Free exotic stories
Beautiful women in competition
Beautiful women art
tasteful, yes I try.
I paint them
ponder their pleasures on my canvas.
I worry
fret a lot
go back and forth
model for my own work
worry some more.

I feel evasive about the screams inside me.
Grim reaper artwork sometimes creeps in.
Exotic lap dancing?
Yes I have painted that too.
I sense them
sort out their illusions
as I stand back and observe me.
As I test my own wings
do I sing
or watch my own demise?

I am transfixed on my pleasures
or is it in the lack of them?
Inside someone
other than my own self.
Do I find I am breathing dust
a life lived by another
from their well aroused closets?
Free exotic stories
in exotic lingerie?

Beautiful women do indeed compete.
Nude women line these walls of mine
how do I know them or me?
Or a new insight of my own?
Can I weigh them fairly?
Can I see my own flesh in this tunnel?
Maybe so...
maybe I can feel my own measures.
What is old to them
new to me
and as I stand still
I see
and hear my own birthing cries.

I protest
or is it that I see a chance to know?

These confusions brought to the surface
these tin dwellings
grim reapers to some
these fragile flowers of grace
breathing.
I thought I could preserve in me
that ghost like treasure
I am always trying to define.
I grab my coat and cover my fingers with tape
lest I smell the rain's been deserted.

Sipping tea in the afternoon
I embrace my corner of this world.
Holding out for elegance
a single leaf from any tree you spy
that sense of miracles
is cradled by a love of beauty.
These naked bodies
of beautiful women
uninhibited song.

Do roses wear calluses?
I thought their petals were fragile.
Maybe by dancing they hardened their glare.
Those eyes on me
my tender Lily
do not shed one single dream of yours.
I will always play host to ships that sail
and feathers that meet the wind
despite what pictures I have taken.

Nudist pictures
Free exotic stories
Beautiful women in competition.
Beautiful women art
tasteful, yes I try.
I paint them
and then?
I ponder their pleasures on my canvas.

11/10/07

April 01,2008
A follow up to this poem,

Nudist pictures and free exotic stories are the subject of the poem above. It is about my struggle of judgment obviously, of my own self in this endeavor and of others upon me. We are all trying to figure out what it is that we can and will allow in our lives, that will indeed define us. I am as human as you. You found this poem because you are seeking out a certain message or even a certain high. Thats not a bad thing. Beautiful women in competition is not always followed by a grim reaper. Being comfortable with our own sexuality is not a bad thing either. Deciding to post nudist pictures, in my case to paint them? Beautiful women art, free exotic stories, yes I guess I am embracing them.
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Painting is from my "Passion Series", there are about 15 of them, I need to look up the title.. sorry, I have a zillion paintings, anyway.. this is 36x48 oil on canvas.

This poem is about seeking out the magic that is mine and yours,fantasy art women., fairies in art, mermaids that sing deep in the ocean to sailors they have captured for true loves sake. All we need do is decide that it is real to us and embrace its music.

"Fantasy Art Women~Who Come Out After Dark Creating Goddess Art"

Fantasy art women
in your backyard
right where I left them.
Surprised?
Not to worry
I am sure they are still breathing
resting under covers of flower petals.

Fantasy women
who come out after dark
wanting to see if the tide has come in
if the ocean still roars.
They run to meet the foam
laughing through tears
hoping for magic
knowing it can be found
somewhere.

Fantasy art
I keep my canvas primed
ready for inspiration.
Last time I looked
my goddess' were singing
so I began to dance.

This fantasy art woman
me
fantasy woman
art on every wall
has learned to dance and sing
from stories told on canvas.
Neglected at times
only a goddess might think so
jealous soul.
I will hear my goddess say,
"Did you forget my voice?
My paintings are my heart."
The only answer possible
"No, not ever."

Innocent angels still wait
I draw them
keep them in my pocket
lest I forget their wings are fragile.
Lest i forget wing of my own.
I will forever hear their whispers
after every sunset
and before each sunrise
what else it there to do?

Fantasy woman
yes
I hold out for that magic
I paint and sculpt on rainy days
days that seem closed
yet days that mention flight
despite the weather.

Fantasy art women
drawings I hold dear
special efforts at times
for free fantasy art
mine for the giving
giving blessings.

Goddess art
I tried to call
left messages about my plans
watercolors meeting paper
oils meeting cotton
clay meeting my fingers.

There were whimsical angels
inside every poem you wrote to me
I put them in a jar
and hid them till I felt ready
to hear their singing.
my fantasy
angel art.
Dear whimsical angels.
My fantasy art women
left out after dark
in your back yard.