Spiritual Revelations for Humans Seeking Humanity in Humans ~CordieB.
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February 24, 2010 at 11:27 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: cordieb, Desire, future, greed, happiness, joy, Love, obsession, riddle, sex, wanting
I’ve been very busy, but I wanted to take the time to repost the following riddle. Hope it nurtures your soul’s desire.
The following riddle was inspired by a dear friend and fellow blogger, Jodie who pens as Paisley , in her recent writing, entitled Life Shrinks and by fellow blogger and a man with much wisom, Mark (To Be Me), over at The Naked Soul in his recent article entitled, Take a Look at the Means to the End . Thanks for the inspiration friends!!!!
Come in, my love! Step into my parlor…
Allow me to paint you in technicolor…
My parlor is elegantly furnished in splendor fashion;
Whereas, I can transcend your deepest, passionate, passion
I will tantalize and dance with you throughout the night
All else will be placed on the back burner in my light
All goals will be reorganized for my sake
I may cause, love, happiness, jealousy, frustration, even heartbreak!
Most times until you capture me; or I you….
I will grow, I will infuse, I will magnify and brew
Yet sometimes as much as you crave my hot embrace
I simply dissipate from your thoughts–leave abruptly without a trace
And you shant even miss my crimson face…
It’s a funny thing that once I’m captured–once we converge
I’m reincarnated into another whimsical, soul stirring urge
Seems now you don’t find me as delightful as your mind imagined
Yet I’m still the same, wanting spirit that once pumped your adrenaline
As cold as Ice, as Hot as Fire……
(Guess who I am – click below)
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November 28, 2009 at 3:08 am · Filed under Observations and tagged: Awareness, beauty, cordieb, gods, Love, lust, men, mental, mindfullness, mirror, people, physical, poem, Poetry, puppy love, relationships, sex, sexual, spiritual, spiritual riddle, women
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Photo derived from Showee and is licensed under a creative commons.
I was born long ago on a distant hillside by a beautiful shade tree
Or perhaps by a river under the sunset or on a sandy beach with a deep blue sea
I was created in bliss to demolish man’s selfish ways and give an alternate view of their false reality.
I was born in the eyes of a man and a woman; perchance Venus and Mars, or perhaps Adam and Eve.
Their first glances into each other’s translucent eyes released my spirit; set me free!
I gave them the spirit to bring forth life to new generations through each other;
I disguised the pain of intercourse into intense pleasure; oh! how they clung to each other!
I extended great cacoethes and courage like none they had ever known.
They actually wanted to help each other though all obstacles and life’s unknown!
I masked their selfishness so they would work together to overcome universal elements;
I was borne to enable them to combine there strengths; forget self-discriminates;
But I had been contained so long, that I lost control, as soon as their glances set me free.
I easily took over these poor humans’ hearts and minds and completely distorted their reality;
I wanted to test them and myself to see just how far I could take them; how strong I could be.
I found that I was limited by my father, time, and my mother, space, they soon tamed and admonished me!
Even today, my badness feels so good, it releases euphoric dopamine;
My power so intoxicating – I can be your worst enemy or your best friend;
My tales are so captivating, I can make a wrong man do right and a right woman do wrong.
So addictive is my essence, I can make one come home early or stay out all night long. (whew!)
Few have been able to resist me – once my flowery, opium-fragrant mist is inhaled;
I’m so irresistible – there are very few obstacles for which I can’t prevail;
I’ve provided inertia to win wars, climb mountains; cross many lands and seas;
I have the venomous poison of a serpent and the sweet sting of a thousand honeybees!
(oh my!)
I’m the secret to the fountain of youth; yet my fountain can be limited;
By the humdrum of ennui , my aforementioned parents and familiarity unlimited;
I build a tolerance of such – it takes more of me to keep my victims high;
Until I’m simply not enough to keep my subjects flying wildly into unlimited skies;
So they shed their wings and suddenly they fall from sister grace that kept them suspended;
In the clouds of unlimited possiblities. Sadly, their glorious illusionary trip has ended.
But if you’re smart or lucky, you’ll invite my oldest sister, love, into your heart;
She’s intelligent and compassionate, reality and illusion she easily distinguishes apart.
She embodies strength that’s enduring, though more supbtle than my dying passion;
She’s not a trend; she’s got class and opulence- her style is never out of fashion.
But if ever you need me to cultivate your desires, rejuvinate your passion, and negate your trust -
Close your eyes, take me in; devour me; but remember! in a few seasons I will turn into star dust;
Hopefully my loving and gracious sisters will save you from the emptiness I’ll leave upon your yearning bust;
I am the young, beautiful, and captivating, yet short lived sister of grace and love; I am (click below for answer)
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July 31, 2009 at 4:00 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: 55, cordieb, embrace, flash, Flash 55, foreplay, friday, Love, Poetry, sensual, sex, snuggle
He curves his upper body against the curve of my back;
Placing his wand between my buns in its crack;
Bending his knees to form fit my thigh and calf;
Embracing the dip in my waste, envoking a sensuous love laugh…
…His cuddle is such…
One of many reasons I love him so much
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~Written by CordieB, dedicated to My Gee (Greg) – Love ya Babe
Submitted for the G-Man’s, AKA, Mr. Knowitall, (Not MY G. but some other lucky girl’s G.) Fabulous Friday Flash 55 – wherein one writes a story or poem consisting of 55 words. It’s fun, you’ve got to try it. Leave the G-Man a link if you try this! He always responds!
June 12, 2009 at 9:39 am · Filed under Observations and tagged: cordieb, David Letterman, equality, freedom, girls, Gregory Roberts, Love, peace, rape, Sarah Palin, sex, sexuality, Spirituality, statutory rape, woman
As a woman, I’ve grown weary of the underlying fears we face each day…fears that change where we go, what we wear, and what we say…even how we think….to a degree that has made it second nature to live in the low keyed fear. I saw Sarah Palin’s response to David Letterman’s joke about statutory rape this morning; and since I’ve not seen the episode in question…I will hold my opinions on said joke. But in general, I’ve become tired of how woman across the world have developed an inner fear to just be–and our fears are necessary not only because of how many men think and act but how society in general has embraced this semblence of what a woman should and should not do. I quote, with a hinge of fear, one of my favorite statements about the condition of woman today. I implore you to click on the link to read the quote in it’s entire context (it can be found under "Your Say," on Gregory David Robert’s web site. And, the beauty of this statement is it is written by a man.
"It struck me — stupidly, for the first time — as horrifyingly unfair that women can’t enjoy this great pleasure, walking around a city alone in the soul-sleep hours after midnight, without fear that men will assault them. As this insight burned its way into my consciousness, and the stories of sexual attacks, told to me by women in every country where I lived, increased in number through the years…"
"UNLESS AND UNTIL WOMEN ARE FREE TO WEAR WHATEVER THEY WANT — OR WEAR NOTHING AT ALL, AS THEY FREELY CHOOSE — AND GO WHEREVER THEY WANT, AND DO WHATEVER THEY WANT, WITHOUT FEAR OF BEING ATTACKED BY MEN, WE CANNOT TAKE THE NEXT STEP TOWARD DEVELOPMENT AS A SPECIES." ~Gregory David Roberts.
With that said, here’s my submision to the G-Man’s Fabulous Flash Friday, 55.
A Woman’s Low Keyed Fear
A woman’s low keyed fear is such…
We don’t even notice it much
We live with it day-to-day
Unconsciously afraid that what we do or say
Might provoke a society to feel
It can do to us something against our will
Or even worst make us feel we can’t be
Truely, Us; Truly Safe; Truly Free
~Written by CordieB.
September 6, 2008 at 5:24 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: anticipation, caress, erotic, erotica, foreplay, intimacy, intimate, Love, lovemaking, oral, orgasm, Poetry, sedulous, sensual, sex, stroke, touch
Ariel’s Orgasm by *nikitaduncan on deviantART
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Anticipation Orgasm
Sensually, sedulously , stroking her entirety with apiculate tongue –
whilst the ambiance of candlelight and seduction enhanced pheromones;
the essence of which created an estasized tension throughout body and mind–
longing for the tongue to arrive at the earmarked ; yet intertwined
locale of blistering hotness– awaiting intense, anticipated pleasure,
whilst the stroking continued all elsewhere with teasing leisure . . .
driving her to a point of uncontained explosives beyond measure . . .
~~Written by CordieB.
Written in response to Poefusion’s Friday 5 . Todays words are:
pheromones
earmarked
sedulous
apiculate
blisters
I had a hard time working the word blisters in this poem. I had to change the word’s form if you know what I mean. lol.
