(poem - Deeya) - Altar of Desires

I think of the ways we've been
I think of the ways we want to be
I want to see you in your glory
I want to see you dance for me

My heart beats within my chest
Souly for you, do my desires crest
I give myself freely
I sacrifice my body, unto your altar

I'd love to see you in the moonlight
With your head thrown back
And your body on fire
Lit by the lashes of my desire

My soul is yours, my body as well
All my sins are yours to sell
This I declare in the name of the night
Everything I am, is rendered in your plight

As our bodies join together
And our screams escape
I will call out your name
Urging you forward

To a time when our souls merge
Our bodies as one
The love we both share
Combined and done

For you I exist, for you I do dream
A future where we will forever
Never refrain
From loving completely, all of our strains

This night is but one
Of many we'll share
This I do promise
This I do swear

I will see you in the moonlight
Your head thrown back
Your body will be on fire
Lit by the lashes of my desire.

--Dan

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New Orleans: A City of Amazing Food

Architecture, beauty, the occult and religion, and weirdness aside, New Orleans is know for its food.  Creole food.  Hot and spicy and completely different than anywhere else in the world.  You know what adjective describes it best?  Good.

I’ve had knock-off Cajun food all my life, and though I was always impressed, I’ve never been overly turned on to it.  I can say that the Cajun spiced chicken is the only chicken I’ll eat without a ton of ketchup, and the Cajun spiced turkey is the best tasting lunch meat you can get.

New Orleans: A City of the Dead in Truth

I’ve always known that, if I ever did it, the minute I stepped in the French Quarter in New Orleans, I’d be blown away on many different levels.  Even knowing that, I was still blown away on so many levels....

I’ve visited a few cities in the US in my life.  Many of them had crazy histories that were well worth listening to.  But none of them compare to New Orleans.  I dare say that New Orleans is the only city in the US that has a history that is comparable to some of the cities in Europe.

(poem - Deeya) - A Closed Heart

My heart was closed
For so very long
Closed to all
Who wanted to get along

I had suiters
To be sure
But I cared for none
No matter how pure.

Fictional Characters Are Old, Dear Friends

Just the other day, I finally finished the Wheel of Time series started by Robert Jordan.  It was the second epic fiction I ever started reading, and honestly it is probably the most memorable of all time.  Before his passing, everyone was scared of Robert Jordan not being able to end the series because it was growing too long, and fans feared the worst when it was announced he did pass away.

Luckily he left extensive notes, so when Brandon Sanderson took over the helm to conclude the series in a trilogy, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.  In the foreword of the first book in his trilogy, Mr. Sanderson wrote one of the most touching and most true statement that resonated deep within my soul.

“I love this series as I have loved none other, and the characters feel like old, dear friends from my childhood.”