Idinraha unshackled...

This is so sad...
Come here give me a hug (a quick obligatory one anyway) - but you are not getting tongue!

Well Mr Keaton, nobody makes me laugh like you do, you have such a dry fine humer, you could write comedy, I mean that, be generous maybe a lick!

whoa^^^the heart can be the lonliest hunter^^^

it's a woman's voice I hear, you wrote this through your feminine side didn't you? I love this "my breasts sagging under the solitude of their wait"(not weight)n~i~c~e. ~lovely~images~of~abject~hopelessness~

Dear Chey; if you click on the POEMS ICON, you will be exposed to hundred or so poem and Ninty nine percent of what I write is witha women,s voice, I recomend MY DEBUTANTS, ODE TO MY BREAST.
One of the pieces I am very proud of. the only thing manly about me is my physical attributions, otherwise I am all soft, humid and raw!

Dear Idinraha^^Javad^^

Thank you for the invitation to peek & poke^^I have missed your absence for almost 24 hours,,and glad to see that you're back. :) Do you want a 'truth?' After my 1st visit to this site I adopted it as my midnite glass of warm milk, so to speak. Not that it has a sedative effect on me, on the contrary soft friend,,,,I come here when I can't sleep, in otherwords,,,often! I feel very comfortable on your site for some reason,,,, amongst your many raw rants & ravings, soulful posts & poems. I am getting lost in here and quite enjoy wandering among your dimly lit niches. I am drawn to what you've created here; the dark quiet corners.,,, I see the empty walls,feel the worn persian carpet beneath my bare feet. Maybe it is your soft, humid rawness that I am taking solace in, your feminine voice, the universal comforter. Your words are not all harsh and male; booming ^^echoing^^ or vibrating and demanding.^^ They slide in quietly and sit cross-legged in my head for a while,they entertain, smile & make tea. Some of what's here I read with my eyes closed, you know ...when the words sound so familiar,feel so good, that your head is nodding up & down in time to your eyes dancing on the page. Please let me wander quietly, I won't make a sound except for an occassional 'ahhh' when a phrase or description that is so well formed, prompts a barley audible sigh to escape my lips. Now & then you may spot me curled up on the floor sleeping peacefully, please tip-toe around & don't disturb me I catch my rest where I can^^^Zzzzzzzzzzz

well dear CHEY, you are kind, and it seems you are of my kind, you words, uh, swwet swwet water for my dry soul, and writing the way you do you can ask for anything, it makes me happy that you feel so much about my pages, and if I die as a writer this minute, I die a happy man, come and stay, take a nap, curl up, it's all yours to cailm, and thanks for being so generous with your words, your spirit.

Chey what you wrote was beautiful; I could picture what you wrote. You need to start your own blog! I agree, Indinraha's blog has also caught my attention and I spent the whole of Wednesday night here. Though I am unable to write as visually as others in order to communicate my experience that I found it very inspiring. I think Indinraha your willingness to expose yourself encourages the other, the more conservative person in myself, to trust their instincts more and allow that creative self to come forward without the need to meet anyone's approval but your own.

so, SL, why not you chemy down and give us a view,
I out the music on, It's Marvin Gay, and you can get your grove on, I will be watching you

Dear Indiraha, Are you asking me to "expose" myself? Dare I?