Darke Passions

We sin by omission, knowing that our actions hurt others but feeling compelled to challenge the status quo just to know we are better off. Everyone, after all fails at some point in their lives, don’t they? Even the Donald Trumps and Bill Gates of this world were not always right or rich. Everyone... Sign in to see full entry.

I have such darke rich cravings right now! Succulent, enticing and tangy tastes dance across my tongue and my back undulates from the strain of my twitches. I can feel the near warmth of you and I need that to make me feel complete. Now, this moment deep and fathomable with chocolate and scratches.... Sign in to see full entry.

Bloggers are inherently perverted people. I will wager my proceeds from this blog on that fact. I know as I can see deeply into your hearts and feel the longing that you hide there. Habitual behavior is not just for nuns after all. I was reminded of this fact the other day when I was shopping for a... Sign in to see full entry.

You are free aren’t you? Chained to the wage you earn. Shackled by the bonds of fidelity and loyalty to the person that shares your bed if not your heart. Are you noble or do you yearn to escape and run headlong into passion. Flee little child and see the grandest vista that is your quivering fear,... Sign in to see full entry.

Confessions are supposed to be good for the soul. Objects of contrition and cleansing, they are in theory supposed to allow for healing and growth. It is a lovely theory that unfortunately has nothing to do with the facts. Thus I have to wonder if many of you will confess the sins you know lie... Sign in to see full entry.

The well had run dry, and so I left for places where my tears had not fallen and my needs where not known. Drifting from a wind of tomorrow into a place of fear and denial, to come resting to earth a spent and quiet figure all by myself. I had only meant to pass this way for a brief instant but I... Sign in to see full entry.

Life is about taking risks; the barriers to our individual successes are most often erected by ourselves because that is what we think we should be. Piteous in our own insipid self-delusion we never bother to ask the important questions until it is too late. Now we can but cling to the spires and... Sign in to see full entry.

The undefendable art of lying, a majestic expose of the practice that is sweeping the world. Gone are those manic, somewhat annoying compulsions to tell the truth. What real need do we have for civility in a transportable, disposable world. Manners have often been called the glue of polite society.... Sign in to see full entry.

Criticism runs through my veins like ice water. Long slow, mixed with the lingering sadness that reminds me that nothing is really safe anymore. I am a woman of few words and in determinate moods, I can be fierce one minute and malleable the next as my inclinations lean. I do not try to fit a... Sign in to see full entry.

Resignation: Night has forever been the balm to my soul the one place that I felt both comfortable and protected. Even after adversity or tragedy, I was safe in the dark. The time has dawned when all things that are of the darke must be dragged no matter how reluctantly into the light. Be it a... Sign in to see full entry.