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NUTTINBUTTSEXXY
THE UNNAMED
It was the birds. It’s always the birds I hear first. Even before my loudly ticking clock comes into earview. I held tightly to the darkness, not yet opening my eyes. I tend to savor the slow waking process. Much better than popping awake and jumping out of bed. Then, just prior to allowing sunlight to explode me into the day I hear the sweetest of all sounds, her breathing… Even after these years have passed I still find a bit of wonder in the way she so tenderly snores.
Still, we sleep so close that as I open my eyes to reveal my love, my lover. I feel the warm sweetness of the lightest breath on my lips. Beneath her eyelids I see that she is floating deep in rem sleep. More so with my heart than with my eyes I examine the features I have so come to love. The soft lines of her forehead deepening as time goes by. The thick eyebrows she so diligently plucks to keep what I feel is a “cute” unibrow away. Those eyes now hidden which when opened will bring more radiance than the sun to my day. I guess that it is some sickness in me that causes a smile to cross my lips when I see that recurring slight trickle of drool just left of the cleft in her chin.
I find that too many times I have entertained the thought of freezing such moments in time. That I may preserve us as we are now. Me bathing in this sweet woman’s awesomeness. And her just being awesome.
Though to do so I would be losing out on the wonder of her to come. Now, a sterling stirring vision of beauty. Yet I know in my heart of hearts that as she blossoms and womanhood and maturity sets in.
She shall evolve into the essential, stabilizing, life giving and thought provoking part of myself. And though there may come times of conflict and varying opinions. Even if God willing there are dark times ahead. I will always know that given but one moment such as this, Our light will shine again. Fore without her I am less. How can anyone not appreciate someone who gives such joy. Even as they sleep…
Now, all I need to do is find her. Ain’t that a bitch!
Peace,
GuruEricBlue
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THE ROUGE
I hear he is much like you
Independent solitary soul
Walking the path untraveled
Considered brazen and bold
Shunned by the masses daily
Though a light blazes inside
Shoulders back head held high
His smile a weak disguise
Hour upon hour is spent alone
Reviewing that which has passed
Wondering if the future be brighter
Yet knowing that die hath been cast
His life’s sun has passed it’s zenith
Seems the best now lay behind
The Rebel’s dreams of joy, success
Do they live only in his mind
Still he pursues this Biker’s dream
That fire burning in each eye
Though broken beaten reviled beware
The Rouge’s heart shall never die
IRONWOLF
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Bikers have a great many strengths. Independence, Will, Determination, Loyalty, Honor, Compassion (for the deserving)and Training, along with a sense of personal ethics which remains unequaled in modern society...
But there is a problem...
Although we are truly the ALPHAs in this society. We are far from revered or respected, hell for that matter even liked! What i am getting to is a simple revelation. One that I am certain has been mused over by more than a few of us.
If we as a "subculture" are to rise to the level of our combined abilities.
If we are to be that which God or "The Gods" have given us the tools and the wisdom to be.
If we are to NOT go the way of the Native americans or other tribes.
We must learn from their examples/mistakes and not be so busy fighting with each other that we do not recognize the combined force that we wield!
Unity may not be simple.
Unity will take much work.
Unity does not steal ones uniqueness.
Unity brings with it GREATER STRENGTH
UNITY IS A FORCE TO BE RECONED WITH
Through UNITY we can BECOME
B'sides we are the last of the TRUE Americans, are we not?
does this sound like the ramblings of a lunatic?
a nutcase?
perhaps?
Watch the news. Read the papers. Pay attention to the world around you. Listen to the unrest in your very own community.
And don't forget your history.
Revolution is coming, revolution is due.
Eventually we will tire of being bent over by those in power.
When that day comes, it will be as it has been before.
Within our ranks we hold the keys to the Castle.
Will we simply piss them away?
Just a little something to think on.
Have a good day,
Peace...
Ifin you ain't livin on the edge. You is simply taking up too much space... "IronWolf"
Do unto others before they get a chance to do it to you. And do it, r-e-a-l good.
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I'm just your basic biker (old school variety). 6'2" 240(depending on the weekend)
Interests: riding, movies, riding, writing, riding, music, riding, cooking and computers, did I mention riding?
 
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Must love to laugh. Especially when inapproiate. Neither a ball or back breaker...
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Bendy...
Tolerant..
Thongs(done right) and/or "the lack there of" Someone who is honest, even with themselves... |
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SILVER LININGS
(uncensored)
I left the Quad Cities a few years ago. I sought greener pastures and found them. The cost was high though. Leaving meant leaving behind the brightest light in my life.
Out in that faraway land, my green pastures began to turn brown. Rather than become bitter and allow my darker nature to reign. I returned to the Quads. Thus far it's been a fond reunion. Seeing old friends. Reveling in our mutual social ethical and personal conquests. Nothing vulgar. Not yet anyway. The best reunion of all was with my daughter, that bright light. At age 5, so smart, so full of life.
Watching her ride the little bicycle. Running smiling laughing that sweet
laughter. I became sad, thoughts of mortality saturated me. Hers, mine, her mothers. No damn it I wasn't thinking insurance! But now that I think of it? Naw... Well maybe? Where was I? Oh yeah. Mortality. Connie Chungs Eye to Eye was on the tube as I woke from a nap. Lucky me I caught the segment on so called parents. Killing their own children. 1,2,3 year olds innocent little people. Only wanting love. Only given hatred and brutality. Slaughtering innocents, how brave these bastards are. As a society it our duty to see that these misguided people receive counseling and guidance. They must have all the financial and emotional support possible. Right?! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT! BULLSHIT!
String those sorry fucks up by their thumbs or toes! Shove living snakes into every available orifice. Promptly sewing them shut! In the background Phil Collin's " In the air tonight ", blaring. And randomly slash them with razor blades while splashing on gallons of Aqua Velva.
Or maybe we should slap them on the wrists and allow them to continue to procreate. As many state governments already do. If you think I've gone too far. Or perhaps off the deep end. When you finish reading this. Look in the eyes of a child. Your heart will guide you to the silver lining.
PEACE
Guru eric blue
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CONFESSIONS
OF A
PSYCHIC
ERIC BLUE
Now, as I approach my forties. Those abilities nurtured by my sister and grandfather in childhood. Roberto, my brujo and Wendy the white witch who dragged me kicking and screaming. Out of the shadows free of dark forces. I have learned to respect the mind traffic of others.
Some things do bleed through though. With my mind I walk off their frequency. Just as one would avoid overhearing a conversation. But I have found MY OWN difficulty to be two-fold. My empathetic nature draws pain as well as ever. On occasion perfectly. It is the scope of the empathy that has grown. Of all emotions only one delivers the full impact of flesh, soul and mind. To me it has proven to be a spiritual mega vitamin.
Passion... From across a room I feel an aura. Turning, my eyes meet those of a woman. Visibly shaken by the fact she was caught staring. Few turn away. Most appear to dare me to know their mind.
Sexual thoughts are simply a part of human nature I've found that men lust more frequently, casually. Treating this most sacred of emotions as a game. On the other hand, the lusting of women goes deep. Even their most idle thoughts of sex are forged with erotic precision. Class, race, age, education pose no barrier. You see, women, by their mere presence. Keep the promise of love alive in our world. At times I need not even see the sender.
I had only just walked into the club. There was roughly a half capacity crowd. Very lively though, the general mood was good. As I passed the bar, someone staring... I feel them, their eyes sizing me up. After ordering a drink, I tasted the room. Savoring it's composite aura. Carefully defining the nature of this living breathing spiritual thing. The steady flow of a throbbing mental pulse. Nothing homicidal or vindictive. A mere modicum of negativity present. This was normal. I stood at the bar sipping my whiskey. Bathing in this steady stream of thought essence. When I was suddenly struck by a tiny mental jolt. A shock that probably came from an overcharged synapse. Deliberately discharging an arc to the inside of my skull. Her thoughts were strong. Her mind sharp.
Those that have none always to some degree doubt the presence of psychic ability. I used to find this doubting, most annoying. I've since learned to accept. Through tolerance I've learned not to be the worst of mankind, the psychic snob. The beauty part of this, cleansing is that I have achieved a new enhanced focus. A focus that allowed me to easily find the sender. Her physical beauty far out shined that mental radiance. Having looked upon this face that would have shamed Venus. Donning my most pleasant smile, I nodded. Attempting to answer questions not yet clear. But clearly permeating her being.
The random sending and sharing of such deep and sacred passions. Is most always an innocent guiltless act. Her heat came to me in the same way an ocean wave displaces the standing human. She caressed me in her whims. Mental hands tasted each of my places. A psychic warmth enfolded me. Blood began rushing to all my hungry parts. Her intuition was average, underdeveloped. It was her capacity for passion that amplified her aura. And since time is not a factor where mind energy is concerned. In he same way that a three minute dream can appear twenty-four hours long. Our eyes met in real time for only five seconds.
My attention was abruptly snatched by a mental pinch on my butt.
It... As I look back must have been instinct. Coupled with the carelessness an untrained psychic allows. Better judgment told me to let the secondary sensation to go unexplored. The first was far more intriguing. She was not alone, which is often the case. There was a sadness deep within her. Their combined body language told me a great deal. He wore her upon his arm like a trophy to his virility. The out thrust chest was not was not pride of presence. But the pride of possession. She clung to him loosely careful not to show dependency. The untrained eye would see only fondness. The ignorant, love.
As I now look at her, so much more is apparent. The depth of passion that his self satisfying sex won't explore. She does climax, occasionally. Sometimes the second or third are real.
Just to make a point. I draw in my breath, concentrate and send... The purest of passion is delivered into her. From across the room I feel her lust. Bind it to mine, and push. The result a sudden gasp for air. A rush of red juice erected nipples. Genuinely concerned, her companion asks, "You all right" She nods. Absently he accepts her answer. Her head bent slightly downward. But the eyes look up at me questioningly. My silent reply. A slight smile as I mouthed she words," You Like?".
I must admit her retort did surprise me. Her lips shaped but a single word, " More."
It wasn't a question. Her aggressive nature rose cautiously. Careful not to offend. She made me want to growl, to bellow my approval. Although, I still feel what came next was more an unconscious reaction. Than an intentional act of aggression. It still kicked the shit out of my composure.
I've given a name to this game. Volley (Passion) Ball. The "ball" is not cowhide nor does it have mass. My serve was skillful, delivered with power. It sped directly to the receiving team. I struck with such force she was caught off balance, visibly stunned. Instinctively but clumsily handled this ball of lust was returned. When it hit I was momentarily dumfounded. Impact such as this could come from one who has held back. Or been stifled for years. From across the room, she gave it her all.
Standing a god fifty feet away from her. I felt fingernails dig into my ribs. I felt the lady's sweat mingle with mine as her firm muscled arms moved. Up. Hands wetly, noisily sliding under my shoulders. Locking into position. This body my mind felt pressing, tensed. Smashing breasts, firm as a fawns butt onto my chest. The nipples so long and hard I was certain they were cutting a path. Straight to my heart. When her mind's pelvis pushed forward. Taking me all into that separate entity between her legs. I thought we would become one... Until she clenched me in a bear hug from below. A mental vagina that kept tightening. None of her partners had ever allowed the expression of this lust.
I sensed the onslaught of a spiritual orgasm. From where I stood she looked faint. So much effort spent in this transmission. The body now followed her mind. Upon seeing this I made my psychic cock expand. As these opposing forces collided, the lady came. The vaginal flex began to spasm. Each time she relaxed orgasmic fluids rushed in. When she tightened again juices squirted out. Escaping the pressure Each spray drenched my lower body.
I watched across the room as she straightened up. Excusing herself to the ladies room. Her walk slightly different than her earlier stride. I was certain that our psychic sex had externalized for her. So I followed. Once we rounded a corner on the far side of the room. For long moments we looked silently at each other as we stood between the bathrooms. I tried to explain what had just happened. She tried to understand. We introduced ourselves. Then kissed passionately. Taking my hand she slid it between the buttons on the front of her dress. Both the full pubic bush and her thighs were soaked. She guided a single finger inside her. Holding me in place. Her free hand pulled me close. When this real tipsy chick comes around the corner. I pointed out the direction of the ladies room while concealing my welcomed groping. But I'm sure she could smell the sex.
I leaned forward to kiss her again, she pushed me back. Smiling a devilish smile. Her name was Laren. She said that she wanted to learn more. I told her that she'd soon be teaching me. Looking deeply into my eyes. The lady coyly said, "Maybe". And then using some MY-TEE finely trained vaginal muscles. My finger was stroked nail to knuckle by rippling tissue. At the same time she came on my hand. This time for real.
Laren slipped me her number. It seems that the man she was with was just an overprotective friend. I gave a polite wave as they left. When I realized, her scent and flavor still embraced my hand. Now comes the hard part... Not fucking up! Wish me Luck!
THE END
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SILVER LININGS: UNCENSORED
Welcome to yet another installment of Da' column. As you've probably noticed, from front page to this point Dinosaurs would appear to be the "Topic Du jour". If you have followed the birth and subsequent growth of the Guru at all. And providing you are atleast 2 points above Cro-Magnon mentality. You must have noticed that I tend to lean towards a shepherd's outlook rather than that of a sheep. I shall, just this once conf..., confor.., conform. There I said it, conform. God, I hate that *#*&ing word. Anywho, I'll go with the flow.
gotta admit that a silver lining about a bunch of dead lizards is a stretch to say the least. Not quite as bad as describing how good it feels to be an unemployed American citizen. When you know OUR government GIVES buildings, land and businesses to migrating foreigners! Me, bitter? Naw, how bout you? I do tend to ramble at times. But so only as these "Ramblings" provoke thought. What the run amuck! Now, back to...
DINOSAURS
Ah, to have lived then. When great beasts freely roamed the land. Their every footfall making the earth tremble. It probably wasn't real easy to stand and observe. Thoughts of Dino-toejam would keep me moving! I prefer to think of Fred, Barney and Dino. Godzilla and the Munster's pet, Spot. Even Ralph*, ya' know the lovable dinos. That comet or what ever the hell it was that wiped our cousins out. Robbed us of their presence. Long since buried, deep below. So much closer to the heart of our great planet. They now provide us with fossil fuels. A much needed resource. Or is it? Keep in mind, these fuels as well as petroleum based products are responsible for most of our pollution.
From skeletal museum fact, to fire breathing science fiction, Dinosaurs. They live in our dreams, they fill our nightmares. They had little bitty brains and they have been dead for a very, very long time. SOO WHAT!?
For a dead species they provoke a great deal of research, discussion, argument, speculation... With the release of "Jurassic Park" and the video release of "Prehysteria" dinosaurs still provide entertainment.
The Silver Lining is staring you right in the face!!! To be that dead, for that long and still have such an impact on the living. Little brains and all. Extinct yes. But, no one. No thing, ever truly dies so long as their names are spoken. So as long as they are remembered and live in our memories.
Are you following me... If this seemed jumbled and nonsensical to you. No prob! Read the column again. This time; read with your heart. And pray that when we are long gone we'll have given cause to be remembered. Perhaps, even revered and granted a bit of immortality.
To All Carbon-Based Life-Forms:
Peace
Guru eric blue
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This lonely life
That we all chose
Livin on the fringe
On this long assed road
Not caring where this scooter takes me
Doin our best
Our heads are high
While they look down
We seek the sky
Feeling sorry for the cages I see
I got my honor
Still have my pride
Though the citizens stare
While they watch me ride
Knowin that they really wish they was me
Then I found you
Yet so far away
Youre here in my mind
You get me through my day
Cant figure what it is you see in me
But I wont give in
To my doubts and shame
I have done what I done
It is just part of this game
Besides your words and voice are healing
It amazes me
That so far apart
Seeing your smile
Speeds up my heart
As I remember just what love can be
Then when you come to me
Or Ill go to you
We ride into the sun
Till time is through
We have waited far too long, just kiss me
IronWolf
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We are the Warriors
The Kings of the road
Societys outcasts
We bear the load
Strength is our life-blood
Honesty and justice our code
Living and breathing reminders
In us, American glows
Now in this darkest hour
Nature neuters the ride
Forced to travel in cages
Breeding concentrated pride
The snows will melt
This season shall change
My Brothers before you know it
Again we will ride and rule the range
Fore we are the Bikers
The wicked ones who ride
Though the citizens may point and bitch
Our lifestyle, only WE decide
IronWolf
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About Me:
I am the warrior
I live the warrior life
Solitary
My only ally
A cat
Surrounded
By my Books
Weights
And weapons
Religious icons abound
From every
Culture and corner
Spirituality intact
Loneliness a fact
Fore this be the downtime
Restore
Replenish
Reinforce the will
Building Strength
Internal
Eternal
On occasion Infernal
Till summoned
When again
Am needed
Again
And again
And again
Until that day
When
Life is finished
Sins all cleansed
When life begins
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