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It came about by accident or was it happen stance? Both of us challenged by the world,
both driven by the need to explore every corner, mountain, every shore. Both determine to know the real truth of things not what a government, family member or x lover would portend. So maybe by no surprise both of us having travelled thousands of miles only to find what can only be the answer...each other. Here in this foreign bustling city in a bar called Home I found myself starring into her Asian eyes. Our conversation at first guarded like a fencing match or better yet a ballet. You with your roots in New York and me from Philidelphia so It was quite natural that we found each others ears and then each others arms. We danced the night away clearing the floor while others sat and starred in awe, enveloped by our hot steamy passion, splattering sweat at every whirl our hips grinding against each other at every turn until we collapsed into each others arms. Drunk with ecstasy our bodies tingling so alive our souls united like thee answer to life's puzzle had just been found in each others arms. So clear we knew this could last forever, we stayed together every night and everyday for the next four weeks starring into each others eyes and planning our lives together as this thing called love grew and grew and grew. There was just one more story to tell, one more life to expose to this cold world and then we were to begin our new life together. I returned to NY and waited, no email found me, weeks went by no phone call or funny ringtone...nothing. I sat at her doorstep in the rain they thought I was either crazy or a thief and chased me away, Maybe it was her parents, maybe reality sunk in and the thought of introducing the black guy to the family turn out to be just to much. Maybe the love we discovered between each other threaten her "other lover", the love of telling the story. Maybe she's still out their trapped in another bar or dance club in some foreign country hoping that I'll find her and save her again I dunno but I still believe in that love we shared... I must otherwise there is no love and if it takes me another life time I'll keep searching for
Those Asians Eyes.
Blackhawke
both driven by the need to explore every corner, mountain, every shore. Both determine to know the real truth of things not what a government, family member or x lover would portend. So maybe by no surprise both of us having travelled thousands of miles only to find what can only be the answer...each other. Here in this foreign bustling city in a bar called Home I found myself starring into her Asian eyes. Our conversation at first guarded like a fencing match or better yet a ballet. You with your roots in New York and me from Philidelphia so It was quite natural that we found each others ears and then each others arms. We danced the night away clearing the floor while others sat and starred in awe, enveloped by our hot steamy passion, splattering sweat at every whirl our hips grinding against each other at every turn until we collapsed into each others arms. Drunk with ecstasy our bodies tingling so alive our souls united like thee answer to life's puzzle had just been found in each others arms. So clear we knew this could last forever, we stayed together every night and everyday for the next four weeks starring into each others eyes and planning our lives together as this thing called love grew and grew and grew. There was just one more story to tell, one more life to expose to this cold world and then we were to begin our new life together. I returned to NY and waited, no email found me, weeks went by no phone call or funny ringtone...nothing. I sat at her doorstep in the rain they thought I was either crazy or a thief and chased me away, Maybe it was her parents, maybe reality sunk in and the thought of introducing the black guy to the family turn out to be just to much. Maybe the love we discovered between each other threaten her "other lover", the love of telling the story. Maybe she's still out their trapped in another bar or dance club in some foreign country hoping that I'll find her and save her again I dunno but I still believe in that love we shared... I must otherwise there is no love and if it takes me another life time I'll keep searching for
Those Asians Eyes.
Blackhawke
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Re: Those Asian Eyes
Tue, May 23, 2006 - 8:41 AMSteve thats what Im taking bout bro'
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Re: Those Asian Eyes
Tue, May 23, 2006 - 10:02 AMooh my gawd, that is beautiful and poignant ....
do u write or is this raw and straight from the heart?
checkout this site: www.swinney.org
it's a writer's community where people submit prose, fiction, non-fiction, etc... and the community comments and critiques on it .. helps develop creative writing ...
have been trying to write myself ... though in between work and stuff ... i still can't quit my day job to write .. but it's fun to post stuff among other writers ...
your story is beautify and your expression raw and truthful ... great potential to develop ...
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Tue, May 23, 2006 - 4:07 PMThank you Its a poem based loosely on some facts. -
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Wed, May 24, 2006 - 8:56 AMwell it's poignant ... my compliments ...
i believe at the end of the day, most writing represents a piece of the author .. at times during the process of writing, the work evolves into an entity in and of itself; yet there is a piece of reality that remains in its foundation ... whether facts, whether projects, dreams or aspirations of the author, or whether a form of idealized state that the author desires ... it still boils down back to the writer ...
i love writing, it provides a constructive vehicle for catharsis ... of joy, frustrations, overall vicissitudes of life ... there is always an ounce of fact in every fiction work produced. -
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Wed, May 24, 2006 - 11:29 AMWell put Aspasia, Writing for me has always been my alter-ego even as a preteen I wrote about the world around me, how I interacted in that world, the joys and pains I experienced in that world and then how I perceived that world should or could be...(although this lead to a dash or warpspeed beyond the clouds and into the stars of writing SciFi short stories. Dumped into endless scifi short story publishings,ers,ist,sites, orgs, nets and coms). Equally influential is for me a facination with observing people and how people engage their lives (add your own adjectives). For example I used to think that Americans were somewhat behind or stuck in the past in denial of progressive thought i.e fears of gays, race (mixed or unmixed), class religion (stirred or unstirred) or that asshole who keeps parking in your spot deliberately to piss you off.
While I still think that pov continues and as a writer who attempts to comment on that observation, it is now clear to me that people that is to say "The People" have been hypnotized into believing things, all kinds of things based mostly on watchingTV and are now entering a stage of psychosis which may manifest all sorts of disturbing isms, (BTW have you noticed what's going on over on the rightwing of the american eagle these days? Conservatives are splitting into factions faster then a chicken lays eggs in the hot humid and declared terror proof Houston sun. NeoCons, CC, SocialCons, BlkCons(ok forget that one), on and on. Whats next, ChaneyCons, BushCons, OilCons, WarCons, BorderCons, ChristianCons, JewishCons, YogaCons, Hey I'm a CaliforniaCon don't fuck with me dude. In SciFi movies recently there's been a trend like in the movie Men in Black they used a device to blank people's memory, in others humans are in a sleep state where a orderly world is created for them in their imagination. This may be socially indicative of this trance like state people are in.
Panic-lines: What does it all mean? Where is this all going? What can you do about this right away to wake people from this zombie like stateTHAT IS SPREADING ACROSS THE WORLD LIKE A DIGITAL PLAGUE!!!
I dunno... I guess its like you described "in the end it still boils down back to the writer"
They may be our last and only salvation....
Peace
Blackhawke
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Re: Those Asian Eyes
Wed, May 24, 2006 - 11:57 AMhey i hear ya brother ...
writing has always been my escape, my way of making sense out of chaos that make up reality .. as children, human beings are molded and "educated", institutionalized into thinking that the external world is predictable, makes sense ... is within one's control ... and as the child gradually develops into maturity, the sheltered glass tower shutters, reality kicks in ... and the push and pull forces of our geophysical exsitence begin to take place ... is this good? is this bad? .. neither good nor bad per se, i don't think so ... for the universal dance beyond our atmosphere consists of all sorts of elements and chemical juices ... that can be chaotic, that oscillates between randomness then order, sometimes establishing a pattern, sometimes breaking a pattern ....
to write is to make sense of things ... within the context of the individual .. and if by chance a thought can be shared with one, or two .. it's fine too .. however, i write for myself ... as a means to cleanse my own sense of self .. for all the guilt and angst that i may have accumulated through this brief soujourn of what seems to be my very short life ...
:)
peace to u too.
- aspasia.
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