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November 2009 
What do you want from beauty?
Posted on Aug 13th, 2009
by 
B.B.
B.B.
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for August 13, 2009:
He was spinning these records,spinning the world electric oh my a cliche only nine words in,
and he was tall and dark ooops am unable to stop,but true nonetheless,and he looked me straight in the eye and dared me to keep the stare and he smiled and it made me feel shy and ready at the same time.
His beauty mixed with the beauty of music,at that point it was intoxicating and overwhelming and energizing,the kind of energy that lets you forget sleep, each color,word,experience becomes stored away.
Years later as I look at pictures of him,look at a man whose indentation of leg and hip set me aglow,that place where hands glide and faces lay,the beauty of a lover's body,the grace and the bliss,I know I am still guided by beauty,still owned by it at times, still able to close my eyes and fill up in ecstasy, keep my eyes open and not feel anything like that at all,as time passes and as with anything it just morphs into something else in my life,nothing is forever,beauty swings between ugliness,emptiness and bliss,marked forever or until my brain shuts down and the memories no longer recall,will I forget my own name? but storing themselves in the molecules that make me up and get ready to move on to form something else I have been ready and willing for this beauty since before I gelled,I'll hold on to this thought today and walk slowly,I don't want anything from beauty it's more like I need it to survive
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I am reminded by an old quote…author unknown at this moment.
“beauty as ancient as thou art new”
nice post dearie
I miss your brilliance because I'm not on here reading enough and so that must change. I miss you. What could I do to encourage you to write a book the way you write your blogs? I'm always entranced, always mezmerized, always surprised - yet not - because I've come to understand that what is your essence is this awsome, aware, delicate yet strong sprit who makes such a vast difference in the Universe that there must be a “kapow” at your house every day you wake up and begin again…….never stop…..we need you….we all need beauty in order to survive.
BB, you ARE the beauty we need,
Bows and (((hugs))
mmmmmmmm oh my oh my
:)
I miss you too. I can always count on you to put your spin on a subject and make me think,” Why, I never though about it like that at all.” So, you see, I need you to see the things I can't. Thanks, Big Smiles to You!
It's so hot these last few days I say with a slow smile and a glass of water thats sweating as I speak rings everywhere,no ac this year,and crickets making that weirdly pitched humming sound 24/7,the sound I only seem to hear when it's really hot,
it's poetry and sangria weather,sangria a friend makes with such attention that I feel honored with each sip,lazy days of summer.
OMG! You take it so well, I would be raving and hitting the sangria like a sump pump! Crickets I like and the tree frogs ( screechers) that sing the rain to you. When it's weather like that, you are so right, lay low and lay back.
Heat kills and nourishes at the same time. Sit with your feet in cool water and your heart in a hot dream…….the crickets are mating….speak to them…..listen to their stories…….it is the only way to slow down the progression of time…..and tree frogs are drums in far off lands, beckoning…..
All those nasties leaving via the skin through sweat,and yes lay with your heart in a hot dream,Jackie wow! daydreaming hot dreams universe watch out