![]() |
![]() |
#141 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
February 20
Katie’s Wish Does G-d arrange for my parking spot, foil the Colts opponents, release the stains from my dry-cleaning? Can I ask for the petty and pedantic? All One G-d Faith, reads the side of the soap bottle, but really is there only one? Like Santa? The Tooth Fairy? OZ? Is my life better or worse for the whimsy? How would I know? Why would I care? As long as I live with what I get most times, it truly is okay to ask for what I want sometimes, I mean hell, the Superbowl is only once a year. I’m allowed to be unreasonable and happy. Open your mind more often than seems necessary * FOREVER IS NOT AS LONG AS IT USED TO BE What time gives in permanence it takes in fluctuation The relationships I stand on to reach with tippy toed grasp The light of heaven Flutter by like flounder disturbed from their sandy bed. My mind probes the past looking for the shroud lines To hold up the sail of hope. Togetherness the banner of life, Bonds to strength, protection, from outside and within. I yearn for a life of love, unbending and calm I am met with a tug of war Which ends in the mud. Days stretch into years but years are no protection from terminus. Forever rings in my head. Promises I have made to myself Promises I have made to others Promises made to me are nothing in the face of the promise of tomorrow. Time flows like air over a row of seedlings, fresh and challenging Sustaining life and carrying away familiarity. Forever is not as long as it used to be. I can live with that, have to live with that. I shake my fist at the sky But it won't make love last. It will not keep my heart from loving again. Sails which have filled before will fill again.
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
![]() |
#142 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
February 21
Word Comprehension There were scads and scores of words that I had at my command. I could command them that was a fact; comprehend them that was an illusion. My sponsor had every confidence in me and started my word comprehension lessons with the tough ones first: “No,” she would ask, “What don’t you understand the Nnnnnn part or the OHhhhhh part?” Took me sometime to catch on to words deep as that. Serenity that I learned through living Braille. Learned it like any hungry child, by taste. Learned it like learning the ocean as you swim in it. Serenity is my ballast and my bail, as for peace, all I can say is: No comprehension, no peace; Know comprehension, know peace. Re-pattern fear * SEAM ALLOWANCES The space, given and taken. The space used to bind and sew us fast. The permission for humanness And the need for seams to make us whole. The narrow margin is a shoulder on which I lean. Slender strip, a place of refuge. Darts are shaped to hug the curves, I bend to fit to life. Our nearness, being my own part and part of more, Planning and a pattern, cut to order, With allowances made for fraying and fragility, Allow me to feel woven into a web of what is And still hope for more The unfinished garment taking shape Easing and stretching And before my eyes Pins held between the teeth of God.
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
![]() |
#143 | |
Infamous Member
How Do You Identify?:
Usually "Hello" Relationship Status:
Married and Bound to Tommi's kaijira (Ts_kaijira ) ![]() Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Suthun.... California that is. Across the ridge from Laguna Beach.
Posts: 8,151
Thanks: 13,621
Thanked 21,338 Times in 5,970 Posts
Rep Power: 21474860 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]() Quote:
|
|
![]() |
![]() |
The Following User Says Thank You to Tommi For This Useful Post: |
![]() |
#144 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
It was soooooo nice to be there with you!!!
![]()
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
![]() |
#145 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
February 22
Ace Like an ace in my pocket step one is the beginning and end of my step work. This step carries the high and low count; its rise is so near to the ground I didn’t have to lift my chin to clear it as I crawled my way in here, it is appeal so exalted that it is all I hear when I finish the twelfth and am on my way back around. The high and low of any hand plus the card I keep up my sleeve for emergencies. The greatest blessing is I don’t need four of a kind, not even a pair; as long as I have step one I am guaranteed a full house, full heart, full life and between you and me that’s just how I like it. Lick your lips then smile * SHAME I push shame around my plate like a chunk of spoiled meat. The toxins leaching to every interface and cavity With an inverse half-life, the lethal substance grows Reinforcing and sending runners and tendrils To worlds known and those yet undiscovered. I wage my war on this shapehifting plaque. Thrust and parry, I step back from the unsurmountable walls And set my sights on tearing down the bunkers In my personal city. Like lead plumbing The danger eludes the observation of my fellow citizens I am labeled a lunatic And no attention is paid to my evaluation of water quality. I search for similarly crazed friends Variants within a theme. I depend on the poisoned sanity of my wounded compatriots. We shovel the plate loads of spoiled meat and detritus. The foreshortened mountain of shame Allows tiny strands of light to glimmer across the surface But the shamed devotees turn their heads. We, the few, face the glowering mass. I worry like a petulant child. What if we cannot prevail? Is shame stronger then recovery? Have we traveled this far to miss the glaciers edge? As it slides away from us I console myself with the sure knowledge that, This life of sobriety is better than any other offering Healing the world, What a lovely thought. Living free from shame today, What a necessity.
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
The Following 3 Users Say Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
![]() |
#146 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
February 23
Over Troubled Water Though G-d might be everything, for a long time G-d was a resident of an unknown country; a theoretical citizen of a theoretical land. It took some time for me to spy yon distant country and longer to realize what a miracle it was that I could see my neighbor, holding my optics turned around the way they were. Turning over the binoculars came long before introductions or interaction, but it was an important step in relationship building nonetheless. Having seen the island my mind fled due to the trumped up stories about its resident. Open minded observation cleared up the fallacies of ogres and super heroes, but this only told me who G-d wasn’t and nothing of who G-d is. Direct knowledge was going to require direct contact. I began throwing tethered balls of string across the channel that separates us and was shocked, delighted, horrified to find that the far end would get tied to the far shore. I threw twine next, then rope, after a few successful repetitions I was able to shinny across for the first time. Filled with fear and trepidation I arrived on the apposing bank and stood shivering more from nerves than cold. I saw no one and felt much. I didn’t stay long and swam back. The first plank bridge was simple and straight. Having this link somehow emboldened me to explore the land of my own country. With great regularity I found narrow margins. I crafted a new bridge for each slender passage. The more I learn about me the more regular my connection to that inner land. Like something shy of my wrath, G-d made an illusive sight. The more I calmed the more often the sightings. We made acquaintance and then we made friends. I’ve widened some bridges and G-d has widened others. We stroll together often hand in hand. We talk and laugh, cry and joke. Occupancy is fluid, times I live on the island and others the surrounding continent sometimes we live together other times we are one another’s guests. All the days are not happy ones but we are always happy to be together and more than that I will not ask. Quarantine reluctance * DOMINOES What happens to the dominoes that do not fall? The show cut short by my sobriety. The tiles stand front to back The foul respiration will send them to their preordained destination. I hold my breath as I glance over the display of generations The design is set Painstaking patterns lain with meticulous, ingenious deft. Skill for falling, laying waste. Sad pictures told and retold in speedy drops The rhythmic fall of dominoes turning eight blocks to a corner. Direction shifts But the descending continues. I cannot occupy this ground. I must not upset the arrangement. I cannot clear it from this world. I must walk away from the upright mosaic. A flower waiting to bloom with destruction I have to move, climb the steep slopes Vertical life, Leaving the tumbling destruction for Yet. Grasping the sides of the cliffs I haul myself off the tableland, A place set for a show of laying down, I build my strength and keep off the well known flats. This is a life apart The game is there if I return. It is a game no one can win.
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
The Following 2 Users Say Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
![]() |
#147 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
February 24
Cured Ham is cured. Thank G-d, I’m not ham. Ham likes to be the center of attention. Thank G-d, I’m not ham. I can’t be the worker among workers if I believe I don’t need to work. I can’t be a friend among friends if I am an island or a precipice, above or away from the need or reach of others. Cured is a one way street that leads to a dried up lonely end. Just the same way that turning my cucumber into a pickle took me out of the garden, curing takes me away from the only home I know, recovery. Though I am often raw and sometimes fresh, these I can survive, finished due to the drying out process that would be a living death. Thank G-d I’m not cured. Side step pitfalls * BECAUSE Because I am my fathers child, I make my attendance at meetings frequent and regular. Having looked deeply in the genetic mirror I see so many bitter days. I've run from implications and sheltered in the steps. The humility that saved my life, Is understanding I am no different from my family And since this is a progressive disease we all have I will just get there faster. Knowing who I can be helps me turn my will over And keeps me grasping my Higher Powers belt loop. All I am turns in every direction And can pull or push, lift or fall. I know my assets. I know their power and their limitations. All my hope is placed on a plan to use these resources. I follow the only lead Which has never promised more than it can deliver.
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
![]() |
#148 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
February 25
Exceptance “I want G-d’s will for me,” I sigh to my sponsor. “Except for this and except for that,” is her trig response. She knows me, knows I have exceptance. “You have a list of exclusions, a list that dams up the works.” “Well, trust is hard,” I splutter. “Trust is not the issue here,” says she. “You don’t feel acceptable and exceptance is what follows.” “Whatever could you mean?” my broken bluster leaving only this plaintive whine. “You believe you’re not good enough for G-d or anyone and cross everything off the list in an attempt to duck blame or shame or some other nasty thing. You are good enough kiddo, get that and everything else is good enough, too. At least good enough for now and now is all we have. Accept that.” Include water in your life * TOP The chipped paint of the red stripe Gives the illusion of fading to rose as it spins The edge, painted thalo green, in it's intensity Reflects the windows of the room. The bead, purple and gleaming Affixed to the stem holds the cuff With it's two opposed openings The cord recoiled inside. Underneath, protected from easy observation Resides the point, lathed and faultless The turning weight is carried and balanced Perfectly on this nib. The hum, spiraling and melodic Comes from the table as well as the top The aptness of form and function Grace and harmony In spite of it all The only thing Which truly matters Is who pulls the string.
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
![]() |
#149 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
February 26
The Resentment of an Acorn Because no one believed that I was a giant oak inside, I had to prove it and drop my little cap and leave my shell behind. Now I stand big and tall, alone, board feet to the sky. I have lost my portability in my quest for the recognition of my potential. My amazing growth painful due to its cause; poor mental health is a bitter road to achievement. As I stand head and shoulders above the undulating canopy reflection comes on a sweet breeze. Am I sorry I’m here, it could have been worse, could have been eaten by a squirrel or glued endlessly to a third-grade art project “my walk through the woods” bugs could have gotten me, though that looms even now. I could have disintegrated, lost my power and integrity. Whatever the driver I am appreciative of the destination, there were many darker roads on that map. It’s good to be here. It’s good to be anywhere sober. Shade your honest attempts * BELIEVE Listening to what people say Is a half waste of time. Believing it is a full waste of time. Truth wills out in behavior. No matter what is said What is done is the real deal. What is done over time Is the final test. The things that are repeated Resounding from one generation to the next Are to be counted on. Believing in told truths Is a snare and a delusion The trap of all traps. If your sponsor has a sponsor You may sleep at night. If your sponsor works with that sponsor You can sleep soundly. Doing the right things. Doing them over and over again Doing them with others, Your group, your friends, your sponsees That will make you believable I can think of nothing else that will.
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
#150 | |
Infamous Member
How Do You Identify?:
Usually "Hello" Relationship Status:
Married and Bound to Tommi's kaijira (Ts_kaijira ) ![]() Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Suthun.... California that is. Across the ridge from Laguna Beach.
Posts: 8,151
Thanks: 13,621
Thanked 21,338 Times in 5,970 Posts
Rep Power: 21474860 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]() Quote:
|
|
![]() |
![]() |
The Following 2 Users Say Thank You to Tommi For This Useful Post: |
![]() |
#151 | |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]() Quote:
You are so very welcome!
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
|
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
#152 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
February 27
Adjustment The chase is on, round and round it goes and where it stops no one knows. I run after control and change as I grasp, but can never quite get my fingers wrapped around the thing. An open fist is an adjustment; no fist at all would be a feat. The fool’s errand I send myself on brings suffering; there would be suffering anyhow, I feel I am the cause due to my attempt to avoid it; another backhanded attempt at the illusion, the goal, control. Adjusting to reality is at first freefall; rarely do I get to second. The shape taken by the shift in my gears to no gears at all dilates my pupils and the rest is white. If the colors come back I don’t know when. If the ground beneath me returns I don’t know how. I am blinded by the light and can only follow the sound. Stall your reticence * ONE IN A THOUSAND "Did they tell you the odds when you came in?" Asked my sponsor Yes, One in thirty make it to the rooms One in thirty of those stay for five years. One in a thousand get truly sober And are catapulted to another dimension I responded. "What was your response to that?" Well, I showed the proper amount of surprise "Yes but what did you think inside?" I thought, Climb with me or I'll climb over you. Not very spiritual is it? "It worked, you're still sober. A lot of folks aren't. The company you keep is sober. There is nothing less spiritual than a drunk." Is that why it's called a selfish program? "I don't know." It seems to me sobriety is a gift you give the world But I give it to myself. "Yes, but you can't give a gift You don't have in your possession." Point taken.
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
![]() |
#153 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
February 28
Pucker Up The gifts I never expected, never knew I needed, never imagined wanting, arrive wrapped in fretful apprehension more often than not. “Who knew?” I ask myself standing swathed in a skin I never realized I owned. My identity has been handed to me an article at a time, each item less likely than the last. Do they fit, yes of course, fit as if they were made for me, fit because they are me. My inability to recognize myself is a stumbling block; my willingness to try is my salvation. Though there are times when a kiss is just a kiss, there are other times when a kiss can change the whole world. Quarter your difficulties, dice your recriminations * YARD BOAT Early in my life, I lived in a gated yacht club, The canal passing in front of my home. I had no boat I didn't know how to sail I had not a thought of learning. In later years, I learned to sail. I covered the water in choppy tacks And prayed for safe returns to shore. Those were the years with a yard boat. Covered in a tarp, the blue sided craft sat dry The sun and wind taking their toll The vessel stayed on the trailer Waiting to be towed. At the reservoir it would fill Water leaking in from every joint. I would bail and sail with all my heart. Timing has never been my strong suit. Rare are the times when all the ingredients Come together in my life. I have used this as an excuse To feel like a failure. I have used it to blame and dismiss God. I have used it to avoid pursuit of opportunities. I have averted my attention from the satisfactions in my life. Living on the water is a pleasure And stolen moments tacking in the basin of Round Valley An equal joy. Happy with what I have makes MORE a surprise Not a necessity.
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
#154 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
February 29
Leap Day When winter is almost at an end it becomes beautiful; a theoretical thing, which though it may hurt you, can not hurt you for long, therefore is safely appreciated by mere mortals. You don't have to beg for G-d's own protection, time has become a friend and winter only a show. I will soon wake from this chilling fright, will in fact thaw from it in short order and needn’t fret though chilblains still catch out me now and then. I can stand at the window admiring frost and ice formed lace; intricate patterns whose beauty will soon be lost to me, put away in favor of crocus and daffodil. The terrible loveliness of soon to pass trauma is not lost on my hyper-vigilance I grasp it I just can’t seem to let it rest. Unseat disreputable ideas * WANTING Wanting to be alive is not as important As wanting to do right. Said my sponsor. I don't want to be here, I half blurted, half sobbed. I know came the reply. Many of us come in not wanting to live But sobriety is about living And you want to be sober said my sponsor Yes but I don't want to live. This moment, this moment you don't want to live But you still want to be sober And you still want to do right Yes And that is what you will do. You will pick up the tools As you have done so often And you will try everything suggested. Then you'll see how you feel tomorrow. What if it doesn't go away? You'll keep it up And see how you feel the next day. What if I never feel better? Ah well----- When have you ever had anything That dependable
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
#155 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
March 1
Reality and Desire “I know the difference between desire and reality,” I whisper to my new found friend. Who I am and what I am, are a reality unto themselves, your recognition of that and how you handle said recognition are for you and G-d. The vastness of the true you; I hope to spend a lifetime surveying; but not sampling. What you want and your reality are not mine to mind or mend. If you are driving that train this is on you and if HP is the driver all the more incentive for me to be still, enjoy the ride and await the outcome. For in the end the question is never, will you be mine, but what will I be to you. Explore beyond the bend in your mind * IF I HAD A SCREWDRIVER If I had anything other than this hammer Possibly, I would discontinue pounding This helix into the side of my universe. The slot is unused The flat heat of my sledge slams. A wide void is punched into my abyss As the threads are pummeled, not turned. If I had picked up the right tools. If they had been displayed within my reach. If my granny had wheels She might yet be a wagon. I have picked up new tools But having never seen them used, I bang with them Watching others twisting the wrist and angling the elbow I try to wrap my mind around the posture. Muscles I have never used Laminated to mental configurations unthought of Improvements in workmanship is slow. May a fine toolbox has remained full and untouched. The mind lacking the dexterity to grasp the in-workings The body ill equipped for the outer If I had a screwdriver, I pray I could bring to it The flexibility of sinew and the nimbleness of wit
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
#156 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
March 2
Stepping up I look along the list of names, look upon the sea of faces. Are there any whose eyes I avoid? I gaze across the landscape are there any craters, any pock marks, any divots. I tick through my actions those I’ve recently taken checking for stubbles, glitches, snafus. These combined facts and figures create a portrait of my day; I appraise the eyes, the hair, the teeth. If I can smile at what I see all is well if not I begin the repair. Plan for your contentment at least as much as you plan your escape * SWEAT I turn the desk lamp into the eyes of God. I put question after question To the construct of my childhood concept. Would you please explain? Or exactly why did You do this, That, or the other thing? Are You now or have You ever been a member of? I put the pressure on. The beads of perspiration join and then trickle. I have God in the box, I will not relent. I don't understand You, I say disappointedly As if speaking to a troubling adolescent. You have so much potential, if only You would apply Yourself The icon shakes It's head slowly and deliberately, I shake my head too. So much time has passed And I am no closer to embrace. You don't understand Me, says God to me. Dawn breaks, I uncuff this mythic creature. You are not the One I am looking for, You are free to go
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
#157 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
March 3
The Horse of a Different Stripe When I arrived at the horse and pony show, I saw all there was to see; there were Morgans, Walkers, and Paints. Yet I couldn’t help, but return to this particular zebra, the spark of my imagination, the inspiration of my dreams. There was no help for me, I want what I want and need what I need. It was all about spirit, all about soul; the fire in its eyes matched the burning of my heart, ignition at the point of recognition. Then I stumble, then I fall, bad behavior and wrong thinking, the selfishness of the self-involved takes hold and runs my mouth, “Nice mount, great steed, But can nothing be done about these stripes?” The flash in those eyes, the knowing knickers, said it all. I was trying to stay in my small place and that would never work with her, if I wanted the Zebra, I had to be willing to go to Africa. Respect randomness * DICHOTOMY'S' EMBRACE Contentment and security Bleed in through the doors and windows of my heart. Peace blows its fine wind across my mind. I fear for my identity I raise my hand to beat the drum Is my pulse still here if the beat of discontent is not? The warmth seeps in My fingers uncurl I resist the urge to tilt my face to the sun. How can I be I If my countenance is not bleak? Mirth escapes my lips, Am I a creature of laughter? My brain feels through levels of sheltered memory I am old and age hangs from my brow I am young and exposure stings my flesh. In all this----Joy? Where can I enfold this antithesis Shadows play across shade. A child of extremes, Yes Brooding and rage, howling and silence How have sprinkles and starlight added to the mix? Purring, musing and sweet kisses What am I in this embrace?
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
#158 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
March 4
A Duck Trying to Teach a Fish to Swim Just because you’ve been in the water doesn’t mean you know how to swim. Just because you swim in the water doesn’t mean you can teach me how. Floating on top and plunging your head under the surface occasionally, doesn’t qualify you to safe guard me. Poaching is unpleasant to those of us caught, we that were foolish enough to believe that birds of a feather can teach school are picked off and swallowed by the benevolence of so much quack. Stand up to extend your reach * AND I BELIEVE YOU "This will be easy." Says my sponsor. "Oh yes, simplicity itself I'm sure." I respond "I've participated in these plans before." "We get good results." She retorts I love how you pick goals. They seem like intellectual straight lines And turn into roller coasters. You do it with an open face, not a modicum of guilt. Why should I feel guilty? You keep getting better. I keep staying sober. What is there to feel bad about? The guileless look on your face, I fall for it every time but no more, I know you're cunning. You know this will be hard. I remember when we worked on Honesty. What could be simpler? Or Hope, how sweet a concept. Or the thirty rounds on the floor with Setting Limits. I've begun to realize you're like, The bean seller that Jack met. You say they are magic beans And I believe you. You say they'll grow to the sky I know they will And I will climb them Just don't tell me it will be easy
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
The Following User Says Thank You to LeftWriteFemme For This Useful Post: |
![]() |
#159 |
Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?:
Daddy's good girl Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Jersey
Posts: 16,642
Thanks: 2,529
Thanked 12,293 Times in 5,185 Posts
Rep Power: 21474868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
March 5
What and When, When and How……and Why Arriving at the place where I have nothing to prove, afforded me the luxury of not having to proclaim the amount of time I have, when I share in a meeting. Taking the score keeping out of the equation I was then able to think of what it was that motivated me to speak in a meeting. Self-Possession, a great gift to inhabit, a greater gift to demonstrate; quiet dignity is a real favorite of mine. If I am calm yet in control, if there is time, if there is a lull, I can share parts of my experience. If I have chaos, an agenda, a theory, a grudge it is all better left unsaid in the meeting and saved for the less vulnerable ear of my sponsor. For if I am wrong I might persuade in error and if I am right I might convert in righteousness. Why is it that what I never say rings louder than anything I do? Leave gossip where you find it * MOTE I dug the mote, the alligators came on their own. The rain fell, I did not bid it. I've burned all the bridges I've sold the farm. I wonder at the company I keep The birds fly in and stay for a season Friends used to wave as they passed Now my island is overgrown. I stand to my chin in the tall grass I guess it's a matter of maintenance What I don't keep pruned grows back The connections I don't secure weaken and fail. I am subject to all that falls, if I don't keep my roof on. The wind chaps me without the walls of my home No clothes and I burn No joy and all I do is cry. It takes more than a continuous ditch To protect my heart. More than water and reptiles To safeguard my soul.
__________________
Clicking on these dragon eggs will take you to my new erotic novella: Dragon Bait ![]() ________________________________________________ Please take a look at my work ![]() To look at my Daddy/girl erotica book ![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
#160 |
Infamous Member
How Do You Identify?:
Usually "Hello" Relationship Status:
Married and Bound to Tommi's kaijira (Ts_kaijira ) ![]() Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Suthun.... California that is. Across the ridge from Laguna Beach.
Posts: 8,151
Thanks: 13,621
Thanked 21,338 Times in 5,970 Posts
Rep Power: 21474860 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
![]()
It's been a bad week...a sad week, and I feel weak.
It has been a journey. I have found the mountains, and loved to climb them. When little creatures and kids fall down, I know I can pick them up and cradle them until they heal, or pass into the valley of death. "Steel on the outside , velvet on the inside", she says, in the special way she sounds when she knows, and I know, I am filled with the awe with the power of clarity, in those few words. Ice water has been my drink of choice today. How about you? |
![]() |
![]() |
The Following User Says Thank You to Tommi For This Useful Post: |
![]() |
Tags |
12 step recovery, acoa, al-anon, alcoholic, alcoholics anonmyous, coda, on-line meeting |
|
|