HNT - Punditry

I have weathered the storm.
Thanks to help from friends.

Today I am adding the PA Pundits to my featured links. Two guys I consider to be good friends.

They rant.
They rave.
They are caustic.
Rude.
Funny.
Obsessed.
They write a LOT!

They make me laugh.
They drive me crazy.
They make me think.

They have huge cajones and even bigger hearts.

They cared... when no one else seemed to.

Osbasso

The Sea... He is my lover

I MUST down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
Sea-Fever ~John Masefield. 1878–


I have a fantasy that I never fulfilled.
I started imagining a lover when I was a teenager.... who didn't?
He would come to me on the beach.

I used to lay with my body right out of the surf and let the warm summer water tickle my toes, then, as the tide rose, it would eventually begin to lap at my thighs. That feeling is beyond words. It's like gentle hands moving and caressing your body. Little wonder it brought me to thoughts of being taken on the beach by a Poseidon-like figure who would magically step from the waves. Isn't that what all teenage girls are supposed to dream of? Soaking wet men who cover their bodies with gentle, warm, salty kisses?

I loved being close to the sea.
I miss it now in a way I can't begin to express.


Now that I know winter is almost over and soon nature will begin to change and don it's spectacular spring colors my heart is crying out for our jagged, rocky coastline.



I used to have a little yellow convertible. Not much in the way of fancy, but fun to drive along the Eastern Seaboard. I used to just drive for hours along the coastline and then sit out on the rocks daydreaming in the late winter. I had one of my dad's old crew-cableknit cardigan sweaters and his black catburglar hat (my nickname for it) that I would wear because the wind off of the water would hit me like a blast of cold air, sometimes sucking the breath right away from me. Hard to believe I won't be able to do that anymore. I have no idea what the end of winter will be like this year, ice storms are usually how nature greets spring here, but, regardless, like most years, I assume that it will have it's own individual splendor. I just hope it doesn't leave me too homesick.


I do miss the coastline in the tempestuous winds of late winter on the Eastern Seaboard. Maybe it's almost time for a trip home.

HNT - Buckled Up

I hate and I love,
and if you ask me
how this should be,
I do not know, but I do.
And I am torn in two.
~Catullus




Osbasso



I got this Valentine's Day card.
How romantic.

..and so am I. Bah, humbug!
happy VD day.
Love, xx

Nothing like a good friend to brighten the day when you're feeling down.
Thanks kid.

Chariot

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.

Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in they marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,

And your quaint honor turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
~Marvell



Tonight it is cold. The skies were clear today. Clouds evanesced in the sun's warm rays, enough so to remove any insulation they may have provided to the night's cold winds. And in this wind I hear a voice. Distant yet clear. It calls to me across dark waters and draws me to the shore. A muse, a siren, that begs me to stick my toes into that roiling, seething expanse and threatens to overtake me with the coldest of passions.

I submit, my heart the weakest part of my armor, and answer to the call of Prometheus as he taunts me to frigid play. His waves batter upon me, cold fingers that dance against my skin and leave their damp trace upon my hair.

He caresses me and leads me further into the sea, until I am at his mercy, only his buoyancy keeping my head above water. I am his. To do with as he pleases.
No more than his plaything.
No less than his lover.


Life is too short, and people are too valuable, to be cast so easily to the side, and so I make my stand. My body my only weapon, I lay down arms and submit to his bidding.

Whatever he may ask of me shall be his.
I have no fear.



And tonight... the words that whisper me to sleep, as Mnemosyne spreads her long fingers across my eyes, pulling my lids, like a shroud against the night's faint cries, the mother of the muses, the Titaness of memory, she haunts my waking hours and embraces me in the dark...

I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there.

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew

Unbound

I was not bound. I let myself go completely; went
To those indulgences, half actual,
And half were turned about in my own brain;
Went into the illuminated night;
And drank strong wines, as when
The champions of pleasure drink strong wine.
I Went ~Constantine P Cavafy

I fell asleep early tonight.
I had put on 'Gone With the Wind' and soon the familiar dialogue began to lull me to sleep. I often fall asleep to one of my favorite old movies, 'Rebecca' by Hitchcock or 'Wuthering Heights'. Both of these star Sir Lawrence Olivier, my favorite actor from days gone by. Sometimes I put on 'Titanic', but it usually makes me have very sad dreams and I am trying to avoid that, so it has gone into the bottom of my 'sleep movie' stack.

Sleep was not my friend tonight however.
Like many nights I awoke and had trouble getting back to that restful state.

My mind has been restless of late, as have my hands. There is something of longing to this, longing for a time when the nights were full, when a restless spirit such as myself kept me from the darkest of night's spectres. That time is no more - and yet it resides somewhere near; in the whisper of wind upon the window sill, in the shadow of clouds racing across the moon. Forever trapped in memory as a still life, a moment frozen in time. And gazed upon from this distance, hands clenched into fists of torment whilst the mind reaches with fingers of desire for the past.

And so tonight, in this state, in this place of intimate remembering, I will once again unbind myself, and let memory take me where the body can no longer go.
That place where my heart resides still.



Happy Valentine's Day.

The Monkey Personals

Hi, my name is Nikko.
I'm a 50 year old flying blue monkey.
I'm looking for a mate, someone who looks good in a pointy hat and knows how to handle a broomstick.

I'm a recent widower, but feel I am ready to start dating again. I have a good income, but I have an abnormally small, ummm... tail. I prefer women who are whiny and needy. If you are interested please feel free to email me.

All ages welcome.

PS. All applicants must enjoy water sports and not melt while doing them.

HNT in the Forbidden Zone

Sometimes a girl just needs an escape ya know?



Calgon take me away!