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“One good thing about music, when it hits you Feel no pain“—Bob Marley
Posted:Oct 15, 2021 5:41 am
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2021 1:52 am
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Fantastic, fabulous, Friday!!
The muses are resting
Writer’s block has taken its toll.
Thank goodness for music
For lyrics that the soul, give goosebumps, and express what’s trapped inside

This song has been stuck in my head and heart for days. A great version on youtube 7/19/1989

Looks Like Rain — lyrics John Barlow

I woke today...
And felt your side of bed
The covers were still warm where you'd been layin'.
You were gone...
My heart was filled with dread.
You might not be sleepin' here again

It's alright, 'cause I love you.
And that's not gonna change.
Run round, make hurt again and again.
But I'll still sing you love songs
Written in the letters of your .
And brave the storm to come,
For it surely looks like rain.

Did you ever waken to the sound
Of street cats makin' love
And guess from their cries
You were listenin' to a fight?
Well, you know...
Hate's just the last thing they're thinkin' of.
They're only trying to make it through the night.

I only want to hold you.
I don't want to tie you down.
Or fence you in the lines
I might have drawn.
It's just that I've gotten used to
Havin' you around.
My landscape would be empty
If you were gone.
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Calm before the storm
Posted:Sep 27, 2021 5:24 pm
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2021 1:52 am
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“ But I'll still sing you love songs
Written in the letters of your name.
And brave the storm to come,
For it surely looks like rain.”—John P. Barlow

The perfect time for a nap
A storm slowly coming in
Pressure building
Electricity from your
Fingers
You Zeus, my Grecian God
My body
Thunder
rumbles, trembles, explodes
I Astrape , your Grecian Goddess
Every touch lightening electrifies me
My soul bubbling
Every rumble
Shaking us both
The pressure building
Until
The bed
Explodes
As the waters flow
A tempest
Tears
Joy
The rainbow
Smiles
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Darkness falls and seasons change—Bob Weir/ John Barlow
Posted:Sep 19, 2021 10:16 am
Last Updated:Sep 23, 2021 12:03 pm
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Finally.
Purged you out.
And I am ready to play
Maybe just for one night
To start
Ease back in
24 hours of
Bliss sounds delicious
My pussy is pulsating at the
thought
Of fingers, tongue, toys, tease
And a big thick, yummy
Dick
Or
If
I get the best of both worlds
Breasts, pussy, and a dick
Oh my a strap on
Being fucked by her or fucking her
And sucking on a dick
Delish
I need to grab my vibrator
It’ll have to do for now

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I just can’t seem to let go
Posted:Sep 17, 2021 5:21 am
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2021 1:52 am
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I am stuck
Like
Really Stuck.
Every trick I know to let go
Isn’t working
I have
Gotten rid of all presents given
I gave them back
I did what has worked in the past
Took the weekend( a few of them)
Cried, drank, wrote poems
Text(not sent, just written)
Stated my intention that you be
Purged from my heart after the weekend
But when I woke
You were still there
Spell work( with harm to none)
Smudged my home
My body
But you were still there
Prayed and pleaded
That my spirit be set free
But it remained in a chokehold
I can not breathe.
What lesson
Have I not learned
What more can I do
To break free from this
Never ending
labyrinth
I hate this
My soul is tired
My heart is crushed
And
Yet you still take space
What more can I do
You won
You put me out
Like trash, unwanted waste
Let my soul
Free
Please
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Just a few more… It’s a meme kinda day
Posted:Aug 25, 2021 7:33 pm
Last Updated:Sep 13, 2021 3:17 am
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I hope somebody smiles, chuckles.. enjoy








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No Words… Memes for Today….
Posted:Aug 25, 2021 7:29 pm
Last Updated:Sep 13, 2021 3:16 am
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There’s some days that Bulow my mind the audacity of some people… I just have no words so some funny Memes because this little devil is done for the day…








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Picked apart…
Posted:Aug 19, 2021 5:43 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2021 3:36 am
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Whatever is left of
My war-torn heart
The vultures
Came
Rotten flesh
Picked clean
An empty case
Lay in waste
Love doesn’t live here anymore
Love is not welcome
The vultures with their blood
Soaked talons
Beaks with the softest flesh
Glimmers
Love dies here
Love has no home here
Love doesn’t live here anymore
Love dies here
Love died here
The angels wept

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Such a long long time to be gone, and a short time to be there—Robert Hunter/Phil Lesh
Posted:Aug 9, 2021 9:29 pm
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2021 2:30 am
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Today is difficult. It always will be. With the exception of family and friends who became family, I cried til I didn’t think I could anymore. Such a wonder, hard, beautiful, and sometimes ugly time… but there was magic. There was love of the music , laughing at lyrics missed, and that last night in Chicago… knowing in our hearts the end was coming.
But not how it ended. A month after you stepped off that stage in a van as fireworks and vendors custies and cops having that last night rage… you sought the help that everyone from inner circle to the fresh bright-eyed just starting knew you needed, you went off.. and we realized how much you meant, how the right song would play and questions were answered, how spinning in unison with the planet you could sometimes touch the hand of G-D RIP.❤️‍🩹

Ripple- Robert Hunter/ Jerry Garci

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men

There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone
If you should stand then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home





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I don’t know…
Posted:Jul 28, 2021 12:20 am
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2021 10:59 pm
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(The typos were driving me crazy… the programmers love to mess stuff up)

Who I’m more upset with
Disappointed in
Just straight up pissed off at….
One day my life was ok
Shit was weird..
Nothing new
BOOM
Baby bro gone
Back to the
Ashes to ashes
BANG
There’s you
And I try and failed
To be
The me before
The me that met you
POW
Wind knocked out of me…over the phone( nice)
Do you know how hard it is to keep a
Straight face
In Ulta? To not let a tiny drop out
Til I got to my car
And the flood wouldn’t stop
I clawed my way out of the sunken soil
Used the clay to make a new
Me better than the me you left to drown
Flames roaring
Red sky
Compassion moved me to call not to talk so
Glad your voicemail picked up( side note- change your
Fucking voicemail.. that sickly sigh at the end, really, is life that tiring for you)
BEEP- a text at prime booty call hour.. my message was nice
Well boo let me make this easy.. I was concerned and offered my service
Cuz that’s how the cells in me flow
Help people no matter what
When push comes to shove
Bullshit falls to the side
Friendship, love, care , ride high
But I’m getting ahead a bit
ROUND TWO
Safe space to speak freely
To share secrets
To be open
Honest and integrity the bullshit motto
You sell
I wonder how many hungry women
Devoured those words
Like I did
I caught you dead to rights in a lie
Exiled for even thinking it
But you did you lied
Why
All the other secrets are ok
But
You lied for no reason
Is this a twisted test
Cuz I need more
Brother in the ground
A year later
My dad doing what he can to enjoy what little time he has
left with the little prince
Who in a week is being
Hauled off
By the fucking money hungry cunt who didn’t want him
But birthed herself a paycheck
So who am I mad at
My baby bro I couldn’t save
The man I owe my life to whose
Eulogy I’ll one day say
The fucking cunt who is driving my folks to
An early grave
You for mindfucking the hell out of me
My dad liked you.. you sang happy birthday to his wife
His bullshit meter stayed quiet
He doesn’t like anyone except for that little boy
Or me, because in spite of it all
I wish you were here, so I could talk to you about this shit
I’m made cuz you lied
I still don’t know why
But most of all
Even though your on this site
These words will never find you
Just another waste of time…,
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Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me..
Posted:Jul 23, 2021 1:51 am
Last Updated:Jul 24, 2021 1:38 am
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If you think third times a charm…
Fucking run.. far.. the other way.
It’s one thing to lie.. it’s another to
exclaim how dare I sully your
Good name
I
Know what it’s like to stand falsely
Accused
I apologized
Head down in shame
Until
I had proof
Fuck your good name
And the good game you play
Honesty and respect you claim
Never met anyone
Been so long since you’ve been with someone
So, is the woman you proclaim
To be with
A figment of your
Fucked up brain?
Did you lie to me
Or to the other
Or the others
You got caught in
Your convoluted web
Own it
It’s ok(no not really)
Nor were the lies you
Told about me
You see
Or wait you didn’t
I told you plain as day
I do my homework
I dig deep
The ones who try to pull one over
Are the ones I catch look
Into the surprised
Eye
Cuz they never see me coming
My silence fools
But I hear all
I see all
And if you needed to break me
Make me small
So you can look
Yourself in the mirror
Dead
In your eye
Don’t be surprised
If what you see
Resembles
The Picture of Dorian Gray

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There were days…
Posted:Jul 18, 2021 2:01 am
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2021 2:29 am
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Muse is on an extended break..
This song, the lyrics.. just so beautiful
If you’ve never heard it. Do your soul a favor…

Days Between—- Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia

There were days
And there were days
And there were days between
Summer flies and August dies
The world grows dark and mean
Comes the shimmer of the moon
On black infested trees
The singing man is at his song
The holy on their knees
The reckless are out wrecking
The timid plead their pleas
No one knows much more of this
Than anyone can see anyone can see
There were days
And there were days
And there were days besides
When phantom ships with phantom sails
Set to sea on phantom tides
Comes the lightning of the sun
On bright unfocused eyes
The blue of yet another day
A springtime wet with sighs
A hopeful candle lingers
In the land of lullabies
Where headless horsemen vanish
With wild and lonely cries, lonely cries
There were days
And there were days
And there were days I know
When all we ever wanted
Was to learn and love and grow
Once we grew into our shoes
We told them where to go
Walked halfway around the world
On promise of the glow
Walked upon a mountain top
Walked barefoot in the snow
Gave the best we had to give
How much we'll never know we'll never know
There were days
And there were days
And there were days between
Polished like a golden bowl
The finest ever seen
Hearts of Summer held in trust
Still tender, young and green
Left on shelves collecting dust
Not knowing what they mean
Valentines of flesh and blood
As soft as velveteen
Hoping love would not forsake
The days that lie between lie between
There were days
And there were days
And there were days between
Polished like a golden bowl
The finest ever seen
Hearts of Summer held in trust
Still tender, young and green
Left on shelves collecting dust
Not knowing what they mean
Valentines of flesh and blood
Still tender, young and green
Hoping love would not forsake
The days that lie between lie between

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This is why editing is so important…
Posted:Jul 6, 2021 5:52 pm
Last Updated:Aug 6, 2021 9:26 pm
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I’m going to leave this right here….
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What am I going to do with you--(Part III Destruction)
Posted:Jun 19, 2021 5:51 pm
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2021 7:26 pm
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There is nothing more to be done
The foundation built on cement colored
Papier-mâché disintegrated, lost to
A tempest
The dark angel has fled to find solace
At the bottom of a bottle of bourbon
The white angel
Gathered what she could, packed it up
Leaving one glistening tear
Sealed within.

With one final breath
Blew a kiss and a whisper
Carried with the wind

Til we never meet again.
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