lone_figure

I haveto work tonight

Misty is now in another area (however if she is neededto operate the machine while I have to do soemthing else, she is called back-- however, each time she has said" You missed me" -- and no one says a word to her about that.

I want to post a poem I wrote whilst listening to rammstein: Eskimos and Egypt. I want to hear what you think of it.

While I listened to the instrumental, it made me think ofthe suspensions I have done, and a component that is lacking of them: a woman devoted to me and willing to suspend at the same time I do. Sounds strange, doesn't it? For me, it would mean we'd have a connection that goes beyond the flesh (sounds stranger yet- doesn't it?).

I seriously doubt I will find such a woman, since the action of doing a suspension is something that, I have yet to find a woman that 1) has been interested in me and 2)interested in doing a suspension and 3) willing to do one with me at the same time.

**Side note: In 2002, I had my hair cut when I moved to Ohio. After that, the only time I had a trim was in 2004-- to trim off some dead ends.

Well, yesterday I opted to get a cut- and it is GREATLY different than what I had. I now only have hair on the back of my head. I can only explain it the way I told hte barber to do it;
"do it like a mohawk, however, there wont be any hair on the top- you'd shabve that off and leave the back long so it coudl be braided"

So, who knows... maybe you might get to see my ney hairstyle (or lack of hair)



OK- before I head off here and do laundry ( was going to leave it till tomorrow, but there is a possibility of a date, so I want to get it done now(who knows: a little lady might still be interested in a guy after his hair is a bit gone)

Sooo.. anyways, here is the poem I wanted to share: it is a bit different- but if you know me personally, you know I am not of the norm: I am one of those people that can confuse and bewilder you


Later,

ed

And now, for something we hope you'll really like....

Tentative title: Hooked



Let me feel your heart against mine
While the hooks start to drip blood between us
I amongst you while you fall deeply within mine.
the smell is pungent yet we are instense.
Slowly the chain hoists us up
you become one within.
You grab hold of me as if I am a rock
Yet you see me as the one who brought you to this end
Slowly your eyes open, and you look deep within me
The blood is your hallway to the door of infinity
And I am but one guide that will lead you to see
the sights that only one who looks with mind open.


Hours seem like seconds in the myriad of senses
that flow from the hooks.
I saw you and knew I wanted to share this with you
Will you be with me again?