Archive for the ‘Writing’ Category

I want to be alone, but hands always reach for me.

I push them away but they keep coming back.

Closing my mind doesn’t make them leave, but it makes me realize…

Only those that want to be found, can be.

I lifted the fog of despair and allowed the winds of change to blow.

The air was clearer, and my mind unclogged by pollution of my thoughts.

No longer seeking the treasure of that who does not wish to be found.

Tonight I will lose my map and gain my soul.

© 2012 refractreality & © 2012 L.Tripaldi

This piece is a collaboration between refractreality and myself. Follow him on Twitter for more beautiful words. https://twitter.com/RefractReality

 

Every Drop

Posted: 07/25/2012 in Erotica, Writing

Her heated flesh, crimson in it’s surge of desire

Watching her mouth pucker lusciously

Flicking her tongue over the surface

Her senses alive

She looks up at the one offering to quench her thirst…

The impulse to take it all

Take in every inch

The last drop dangling…teasing her

Taking her to the very limit of endurance…

In the quenching of her thirst.

There is something about watching a woman suck an ice cube that can send me into a minor state of rapture…

© 2012 L.Tripaldi

World of Shadows

Posted: 03/04/2012 in Writing

World of shadows with the hands aimed to the temptations of the flesh

World of flesh to the voices of the shadows

Knowledge is born by the reflection of ancient wisdom of souls

A collaboration wish

Inspiration as a liturgy of bliss

Desire as a stimulation

Death of a symbol of life which I am wearing on the day of my release

The synchronize of shadows that wait until I arrive

Don’t delimit the border between flesh and blood

You will rot and tears will not be tamed

Inside my souls landscape

Where the music is quivering and shaking

My colorless eyes do not tangle.

© 2012 L.Tripaldi

Eye of the Hurricane

Posted: 02/01/2012 in Poetry, Writing
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Life has in no way passed me by –
I have always danced in the
Eye of the hurricane.
Caught in the pandemonium of that spiritual orbit
Nourished by the intensity
And the passion,
Doing it my way regardless of
The dictates of current methods.
Deep in the mysterious, ignites a fire
Bringing light –
I am family to blood, and I share its name
For I define my pleasures in expressions
Others see as pain.
Living life in the eye of the hurricane
Where no limits reign.
Few things pass one by one
And you learn that
To live life on the edge is to learn to fly.

© 2005 L. Tripaldi

Bluebird

Posted: 01/27/2012 in Writing
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Bluebird
 
Where have you gone my little bluebird?
A faint fluttering in the remote horizon
is the most inadequate serenity.
I endeavor to hear what I can no longer see.
 
I used to watch you watch me all-knowing.
You left this existence taking most of life’s
serenity and tranquility with you.
 
The spot you used to perch outside my window
is forever pale and desolate with your absence.
Memories of you are like uncertain hands erratically
grasping the caged bird.
My heart remains clutched with your absence.
I lament at the thought of your radiant feathers.
So vivid in colour it scorches the most obsequious eye.
 
I can only exist without your bewitching quaver.
So, I depart toward the basking sun in search of you
among the illuminating stars.
 
The light reflects upon the sheen of your pristine
feathers. You sparkle there just as you did here.
A polished stone within a pestering sea of
dreary quintessence.
 
This grievous taste is embedded in the back of
my throat. A constant reminder you are soaring
far away from this vapid world. Your sharp, rusty cage
remains uninhibited.
 
My hands unfold to catch a vagrant feather from
your glistening body. It spins and twirls as it tumbles
from the heavens. A meager token of your vivacity as
I anticipate your reappearance.
 
Until then, I abide to wait for you my bluebird.

© 2011 L. Tripaldi
 

In The Darkness

Posted: 09/25/2011 in Writing

We dance gracefully in the dark
Darkness caresses
Listening carefully to each other’s breath
Becoming keen to the rustling of our bodies, of our movements
In the darkness
Senses become more sensitive
We see things
Adjusting our eyes to its capability to vision
Ears become more equitable
Accepting tiny sound waves that the air transmits
Listening with the heart
Without the articulation of the tongue
Skin becomes alarmed by encounter
Becoming more aware
Our presence
Even without seeing
In the dark

Copyright © L. Tripaldi 2011 All Rights Reserved

Note to Self

Posted: 08/05/2011 in Writing

We are each required…

Sedate my mind
Words put into actions.
Tears coincide the inks we spilled at night.
Laughter we suppress on spring-filled mornings.
Memories that I can never own but that are mine.

To inhale
And then
To exhale

I breathe you in
And time stood still

Release me from shackles of repetitiveness

In precise reciprocity
We are nothing but souls that belong.

A Picture Paints

Posted: 07/23/2011 in Writing

The secret of life swirls gently in the cool softly scented mountain breeze
enveloped in timeless beauty
surrounded by magnificent textures
touched by the colors so vividly painted on the horizon
with soft hands and the stroke of your brush

I risk everything
to know the origin
of the beginning
passionate
breathtaking
swirling with wonder
Fixated on distant horizons
My mind slips and falters
Lost in my thoughts

Let these seconds pass slowly
Allow myself tense with anticipation
To become a silent witness invoking you……

Come and wash through me
Breathe life into me once again
Close my mind like a box
And allow me to remain here with you
Safe in the world that we are

Let me hear once again
The agonizingly slow intakes of breath
And tumultuous screams of release
Come and wrap them around me
Unwilling to divert my attention

After the storm
there is calm
Satiate my longing to be enveloped in strength and virility
With the old world charm
My soul reacts to a subtle gesture
love wafts gently into the ether
the essence of our beings…

Copyright © L. Tripaldi 2011 All Rights Reserved

The Name of Silence

Posted: 07/03/2011 in Thoughts, Writing
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The name of silence is enflamed
Eyes are white smooth mirrors
Thoughts turned into warped images
Arms are bridges of truth
With black blood running within
Words are infinite steps
Hanging on a floating void
Suspended by the chains
The flattery of the oblivion.

Life in Translation

Posted: 06/04/2011 in Writing
Nothing is like before if you are lost in thought…
Lost in translation
In lieu of delight there is now aloof, do not allow anything to destroy your delicate soul
For under the layers of paint so carefully applied to mask insecurity
There is beauty like no other, and a kindness that surpasses most
Each moment spent evolving brings new purpose and promise
The mantra: stay open
A brittle heart wounded from the past must learn to heal
For when flowing it has a depth and capacity that is endless assume the best, forgive the worst
Divine differences waft before the eyes and will kindle the spirit once again
Stasis does not last forever…
Darkness and light
Hard and soft
Gentle and rough
Yin and Yang
What do you reason?
 
Writing here in this blog, I don’t ever feel that time here is wasted even though my life has taken on many new dimensions and paths since this past March. I feel that this is like ice cream with a piece of cake. Somethings should be kept as a treat, enjoyed more, causes less stress and guilt when done only in moderation.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to live your life.


My challenge for all of you is this:
 
Sacrifice some of your online life for the real world. Do anything other than sit in a chair staring at a screen. Start a project you have been thinking of, read a book, watch a movie, go to a show or museum. Create something real and tangible that you can hold in your hands, something that is a part of your life that you won’t lose if your computer should crash tomorrow. Anything at all that you can achieve in the time that you normally spend online and tell me about it. I think you will be amazed at all you can do. Nothing we do is wasted time, sharing with others is one of the most human things we can do, but without growth, what do we really have to contribute. Go out, do something and come back and share it with me….

 1.  I started being active on Deviant Art. I have won two contests and sold two prints and have made a great many new friends. 

2.  I have taken over 500 pictures with my new Canon camera. 

3.  I have watched about 30 movies on Netflix, too. I forgot how much I really enjoy taking a shower after a long day, lighting candles, pouring a glass of wine and losing myself to a really great movie with my wife. 

4.  I have repainted our home and did some landscaping. 

5.  I have read three books and wrote/published two new poems.

 I can’t wait to see what you can come up with!

Deep within the spellbound haunting of the night
As the deviating moon turns a pale blue
My appetite surfaces from the crystal waters
I find myself in the depth of her mind
Where I find peace and absolve
My elaborate capture of a dark world
It reaps my worthless somber
As I begin my journey into the night
I am ready to experience this powerful rapture
Mischievously she tries to elude the warrant
I strike a chord within her obedience
Instantaneously she responds to my every need
How I love this equation of her and I
As I drown in the pleasure of what is her
The plead that escapes her lips as
Electrical moments of my kiss
Glorious sensation that come within
Ride on waves of passion fleeting
Moments of undulated ecstasy
Stolen moments of passionate bliss.

A Brief…for the Half-Wits

Posted: 05/01/2011 in Writing

“Please, don’t torture me with cliches. If you’re going to try to intimidate me, have the courtesy to go away for a while, acquire a better education, improve your vocabulary, and come back with some fresh metaphors.” — Dean Koontz

Hopeless Freedom?

Posted: 04/30/2011 in Writing
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Frustration can rivet you into place.
I open my eyes and take a look around to find that the meaning of life is empty calories.
So dig me a grave expression.
When did you get so caught up in trying to appear strange and full of wonder
That it causes us to wonder
What’s the point anymore?
 
Gibberish no matter how dressed up for the occasion is simply that.
Fill the empty space between your pages with some substance.
The soul is a vehicle for creativity…
              …and yet I find us jumping through the same hoops killing invention with the name of “freedom”.
 
Hopeless.
 

This Love

Posted: 04/28/2011 in Writing
It’s not like other times before
Under the surface lies depth, intensity, beauty and the known from long ago
Conditioned to assume all are the same
Sometimes if open the extraordinary appears
We reason that all things have meaning and old lifetimes revisit in spirit
Delight in finding the energy so long ago taken from us
Each piece, sound, feel, taste, breath and touch unique
Set apart from the rest
Like beauty there are many facets
Do not destroy what has been found
Cruelty of life overwhelms
Yet one soul can overtake the ugly and fill the void with the purest of grace
…The immensity of Love.
 
 
 

My Love

Posted: 04/18/2011 in Thoughts, Writing
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I’ll sail away on your last breath if you allow me to touch my lips softly against yours.
I live for the murmurs that are whispered underneath my sheets from your eyes to my frantic heart.
My pulse has a funny way of acting when you come within five feet of me.
Sometimes, I think my heart is going to leap out of my chest and embed its self into your pocket.
Maybe it already has.
 
I am so deep in love with you!

Worth the Risk

Posted: 04/12/2011 in Writing

Before the storm
There is calm
Satiate your longing to be enveloped in strength and virility
With old world charm I lure
My soul reacts with violent desire
Aching for the dark ways
A subtle gesture will bring you to your knees
Love wafts gently into the ether
The essence of me…

The secret of life swirls gently in the cool softly scented mountain breeze
Enveloped in timeless beauty
Surrounded by magnificent textures
Touched by the colors so vividly painted on the horizon
With my strong hands and the stroke of my brush
I risk everything
To know the origin
Of the beginning
Passionate
Breathtaking
Swirling with wonder
We
Immerse
And become one
 
The cool mountain air
Brought reprieve
From the fire of the day
In my hand is a book
Kissed by the flames
Inside cover reads…

My love….your words
Are timeless…

I wonder at the origin
Passionate lovers
Escape the temptation of
Time … far out on the horizon
A strong pine
Sways in the breeze
Enveloped in sweet moist air
Sure to become
Book or home
Her roots reach into the ground
And hold fast to this mountain
As I walk away
The back page blows
Open in the afternoon wind
I read…

It was all worth the risk…
Signed…

Old Reign

Posted: 04/06/2011 in Writing
In a world of chaos you reign
with your primal instincts and intense desires.
The world has layed its blessings at your feet
worshiping you with a mosaic of beauty
unique one of a kind.
An ancient vessel holds the answer
drink the wine that flows, so sweet and fragrant.
Garnet like blood, tinged with gentle essence
freely it gives you what you need
the personification of soft.

Liquid silk, lifes energy

Hearts longing
nothing is interrupted
only given more depth and thought
Princess of Darkness, Princess of Moon.

Souls

Posted: 03/16/2011 in Writing
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If souls were real
Would they be spellbound by the words we speak
Or the ones we don’t
Would their obedience be true to our needs
Or our wants
Would they live the simple lives we wish for
Or the elaborate ones we choose
Would they absolve us of our real and imagined sins
Or crucify themselves silently
Could we feed their appetite to be better than we are
Or starve them with less
We seem not to notice when they undulate in pain
Watch silently as our paths begin deviating
We try to mischievously hide our true selves
And in the same breath
We plead for their survival
Stake our beliefs
In something no more tangible than smoke

Exhale

Posted: 03/11/2011 in Erotica, Writing
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I inhale you, the scent of your skin.
I touch you, the spark in your eyes widen.
You open to me, as my fingers explore.
You introduce yourself to me
Again and again
I will fill your ears with the drum beat of my heart

My touch, your skin
Your breasts, my lips|
My eyes, your tears
Your neck, my mouth

My mind, your soul
My whispers, your screams
My hands, your body
My grip, your sighs
My embrace, your comfort

You inhale, my breath
Your name…I exhale