(All pieces in this block are: Original photography and graphic art from the "Iconic Portland - In Space!" Series 2 Collection by @robyneggs aka Robyn Eggs and Toast.)

Tonight's post is dedicated to @naquoya

Consciousness triggers can recall/bring forth [hidden] deeper experiences of the psyche...
All the experiences we partake in are experienced by the mind (a combination of intelligence and brain) so it would only make sense (in an informal render) that one does not need one's body to have them. @thecryptofiend In fact, the way you are interpreting my authored work right now might be much different than the way I imagine you are interpreting it, or the way you imagined that I meant for you to interpret it.

Which is why I love it when you engage and comment on my posts. I think we all cherish the input of our fellows. Just remember, you can share this iteration as much as you want, but you read it here, on steemit, first. ;-)

My original graphic art cards are free to use, too; I just ask that you do not alter them or remove my logo, thank you. Got to give credit where credit is due ;-) I retain artist rights but I give you my permission to use them. XO Enjoy!

(All pieces in this block are: Created from my own photographs using the Pixlr app)

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Rated PG-13

Musings, Poetry and Prose (Lucky) No. 7

Fear is excitement; A trigger to release the pressure behind adrenaline and other such occasionally used endocrines.
The view at the top of the mountain can only be seen
after having hiked
from the bottom to the top
of the mountain.
The best views are the views unknown
that are seen after having hiked
from the bottom to the top
And, in further detailing, following water
upstream and finding the old, dried up
former paths of its flowing.

She is happy...happy
what is that? Happy
is supposed to be when you're high
what is happy when you're favorite man
has been to see what you have wanted for a while.
She is happy
to be high
and he is
happy to make her happy he says
that's what he's for.
And it feels so good...good to be
feeling what she has wanted to feel.
The taste of sweat was immediately
addicting as she could taste what
he'd been up to. She could taste where
he'd been and how he'd felt.
She could taste him and what he was
coming out of his pores. From the
pores of his neck to the sensitive
buds of her tongue,
it was intoxicating,
and she wanted more.
It turned her on to taste him
arousing a craving inside of her-
-a very high stimulation...

(Music to listen to whilst reading my mellow-drama...)

Cry yourself a river
Into the sea
Throw yourself in it
And let be

Drown yourself in the depths
Deep Below
Let the sharks rip you apart
Painfully slow

Release those feelings in bubbles
Floating up to the top
They take long to get there
But they'll never stop

My Friend Ren
My friend Ren
Listens
While I float to the surface
Spilling out my thoughts
From the Big Dipper in the sky
Listens
To my experiences
Bubbling out my pores
While I waste away thin

She stands there, in her empty house, freshly moved
in and still unfurnished
her hair is dreaded from
the shower as she has let it air-dry
she had thought about putting in gel,
smoothing it over
the wet clumps of wet hair
had pieced together
and were, just now, still wet
She stands there, in her bare feet, tipped up on her toes
wearing her arms
behind her back
her eyes gazing wide up
behind those huge glasses
She questions the situation, with her eyes, seeming innocent
in the picture.
(As she touches herself she realizes
that her legs are soft from the constant touching
the night before
yes her legs are soft from the
scraping
off of dead skin cells)
She thinks of this as
she thinks of the night before her in which
she will
spend time with the man who possibly stands
before her
now
II.
Does he know how she loves to look at him
as he
walks away? She just wants to know that he is happy

and through such she affirms
to herself that he
is indeed happy.
And then there is the old
fashioned feeling again - that feeling of
love - as
she peeks through the upper window of her
apartment near the park.
The bushes had been
trimmed recently so she could see well
the blue of
the sky, the yellow of the opposing wall, and the
height of his step
III.
She slept on his shoulder through the
afternoon as
he read a book and the way it felt was so
warm...
if that was to be a measure of her love for
him
she would never have awoke...

With dripping shame
In the glistening night
Lazy gossamer thoughts
Pillage to feed your plight

Yellow Bear, Yellow Bear
Yellow Bear, Yellow Bear
The one I seek in needy times
When the black maelstrom
Covers my shoulders so that
Spinning fish suck at my toes
No mosquito could draw blood
From my already purple neck
Because
Yellow Bear, Yellow Bear
No waves could lick with
Foamy mouths at my body
When the boiling sea
Throws my corpse back to
The white sand
Because
Yellow Bear, Yellow Bear
You'll be there to bury me
You'll be there to rise me up
From the water's sucking mouth

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Poetry Slam 2
Name in Lights: @andreeagarden
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