01Destination
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Deeply my soul is toucheda stare that reaches the far depthsI melt upon your haunting gazewhich lifts me upto a new realmone of desire and trustbeyond the confines of imaginationinto an era of examinationold wounds are healed with but a soundthe fire of ecstasy burns my fleshwith the sting of a new awakeningthe lashes strong and sweetopening my consciousness with every strokewidening inner beautyreleasing my soul to live at lastwith heat I feel the seemingly unnatural responseI cannot resistwith utter abandon my body followsmy mind aware only of youmy ears open to your silent whisperthe world becomes anothernew shades of color to accentand yet I notice only youmy pleasure increases with thoughts of yoursI am overtakenopenvulnerableunable to speak...yet very awareyour commanding soul my only focusI feel your power and know my ownvery distinct and yet one with the otheryou speakmy mind does not understand the wordsyet my body reacts immediatelymy soul reaches to realize the words given"You are mine"the words whispered with confidencemy body understandsmy mind lost in the sound"I am yours"I whisper as I reach the new destinationand lose myself completelyI am free. - Warren Norgaard
02Sex Offender
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Warm me all overIn the heavy leather chairs of his outer chamberWith the events that have led you here...Sitting and watching dirty films,slouched in a comfy chair with my little frienddancing about in that warm, mysterious bag...The events that have led you here,As I called my elderly neighborto make my travels faster(I thought) than the others.The events that have led you here...to the loud ringing of the bells anddown among the houses,dusting the trees and children with a soft, silky ash.The events that have led you here...You could see that, to the right, a small pondhad collected with the spring rains. - Warren Norgaard
03Moments of Ecstasy
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While I lay in fold of flannel warmth,drifting towards a bliss that is sleep,my dreams begin Dreams of soft, gentle kissesromantic walks along deserted beachesand sizzling sunsets Dreams ofPassionate nightsfull of fleeting promisesand softly spoken pet names Dreams ofYou, drifting into slumber,your head resting on my lapwatching romantic moviesas I run my fingers through your hair Dreams ofsitting in a provincial little cafelost somewhere in Europe,no cares (in mind nor heart)holding your hand in mineand staring into your eyes As light gently filters back into the room,and the hassles of life begin to assault my sensesI awake, wrapped not in flannel, but ratherwrapped in you, where I once believedonly my dreams could take me I lay awake, entangled in you, smiling,running my fingers through your hairas you slowly begin to wake,and I continue to dreamof you. - Warren Norgaard
04seventy-two hours
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making love with dalimust have been strangefishwith bowls of fruitsmokenaked half-womenhands holding dicebeing crushed by cloudson firefalling from the ground making love with christmight have been strangelovewith ten commandmentslawsfully clothed sheep-skin half-truthshands held outbeing crushed by doveson firefalling from the sky eating with dalimust have been messyoil lampwith broken bottlesmirrorsnaked half-womenseen from the backgiant orangesmelting like clocks eating with christmight have been fillingfoodwith five loaves and two fishwineoil-anointed feetholding handsbeing kissed by judason firefor selling christ's body playing card with daliwould allow for new rulespipedealing the next handof miceover the telephoneholding naked half-womenbehind a red skyin the waterin the mirror playing cards with christfollowed all the rulesfairnesswith fifty-two cardsand twelve discipleshands help outwaiting for the womento servethe passover meal dying with daliwould be a self-portraitapparatuspianos and rotting donkeyscrutchesearly swing musicbeing held by three handsneatly installed into cardboardwith a wash basketas a coffinburied into the green skyand returning one minute shortof seventy-two hours - Warren Norgaard
05Perhaps You Didn’t Notice …
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For John Gilgun "If you ever came on to me I'd probablymelt like an ice cube." - John Gilgun It's been ten years now.From 1390 miles away,We made love. But,Perhaps you didn't notice. It was discreet, I'll admit.Intercourse, through email,Penetration via modem. I stripped you naked,One word at a time,Slowly, sensually,Kissing your skinWith every keystroke. We've been going at itFor ten years now,As hot and heavyAs that very first time. But,Perhaps you didn't notice. Once, I sat across from youIn your living room,On your couch,Hugging your pillowTo my bodyAs we conversedSo passionately. For a moment that night,When your eyes sparkled,Vibrant and excited,And your smile widenedEncompassing the room,You were twenty again. We made love in that moment,And it lasted for days. But,Perhaps you didn't notice. - Warren Norgaard
06Ying & Yang
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For Carol Sutton She is black and whiteand had a similar sisterwho has disappeared. We named the other one Yingand this one Yang.Yang is now Ying Yangand is living up to her name. We never know what to expectwhen we walk out the door.One day, I opened the doorand she streaked byand backand by againand then hid in the bushes. Another dayI came homeand she ranand hid under the door mat,peeked out and wiggled her tailuntil the kittens jumped her. When I pet her,she bats my handif I stop petting too soon. She purrs so loudyou can hear heracross the road. This morningshe dashed out of the bushes,by the house,skidded onto the mat,and instead of going under it,she rolled it over herforming a cat tacoand wriggled like crazy. (Wayne saysif you eat a cat tacoit will give you gas) When we got home just now,the door mat was half way across the yard,upside down. We recently got a dog.She is too short leggedto chase cars.She looks just like a German Shepherdbut with 3 inch long legs.Ying Yang plays with heras if she were a cat. We thinkthe catis psychotic. - Warren Norgaard
07Under A Sunless Sky
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Uncertain figures seek each other out in newfound darknessAs hesitant lips touch, unsure of acceptability.Now, as sunless sky streams through vertical blindsSpilling lavishly over our warm and shaking selves,We undress one another, meekly, feebly, carefully. My palms, perspiring in anticipation, gently reach for you,Caressing the small of your back, the form of your buttocks.This body -- your body -- is so foreign to my touch.Accustomed to different curves, in different places,Unsure what to do. I am lost in the newness of this experience. Our tongues meet in rich embrace, lingering in the taste of oral wines.Passion fills my veins, pulsing hot where blood once flowed.I bring you close, that you may bear down on me.Enjoying every moment of your company, in my fear and confusion,I bring my mouth downward, kissing your neck,Then north, my tongue begging to probe the depths of your ear. You squeal with enjoyment, arching your body upward. I am pleased.Success, it seems, is mine, if only for the moment. Your handsRoam my body, and I lay back to enjoy the warmth of your touch.My soul absorbs your attentions eagerly, yet cannot succumb fully.The urges to embrace your sex are overwhelming, and I must act.Moving southerly, I embrace your manhood, gently, cautiously,Hesitantly exploring you with my tongue and lower lip. You are so warm and soft; smooth, rich with desire I cannot resist.With passions bridled no longer, my lust runs strong; and stronger stillAs I am unleashed wholly upon you, suddenly free of restraint,And enjoying fully the taste of your flesh, every inch. - Warren Norgaard
08GayBashing
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for Matthew Shepard GaybashingGaybashingCatching up onGaybashingAnthony in CaliforniaPlop!GaybashingHey! It's me...GaybashingHi there...Hi!Never forget -GaybashingMy Own Private IdahoMy Own Private IdahoMy Own Private IdahoGaybashingNew kid on the blockVirus alert!GaybashingHum along to some greatGaybashingClothingClothingMy next door neighborGaybashingAnybody knowMy next door neighborGaybashingStory about my next door neighborFriendshipsGaybashingPoor me! Tee Hee!GaybashingMichaelOther nice Hollywood starsAge and theGaybashingUpdate on the life and times ofGaybashingAll my sins...Hatred of certain"Sluts" and othersGaybashingAll my sinsAll my sins"Sluts" and otherHatred of certainLife is sweetGaybashingHatred of MatthewThis is so funnyGaybashingThis is really coolGaybashingTry thisGaybashingJoke of the day -Gaybashing. - Warren Norgaard
09Caverns
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Inspired By Rob Johnson And you take me, in your car,And you drive me, in the night,To the place you hold so sacred.And the moon shines down on usAnd illuminates the valley walls, the rippling tide,And it is as if the great spirits await your beckoning call,And they come to life as you press the button on that old radio,The one you bough in the second hand store for ten dollars,And the music of the gods spills forth.And you turn to me,And you take me in your arms,And you smile.And you stare at the rippling waters,And you turn to me once more,And you ask the question,"Isn't this the most beautiful place you've ever seen?"And I already know the answer.And I knew it before you finished asking.And I look to you,And I pause,And it is only for your sake that I pause,And I lean toward you,And I kiss you upon the lips, oh, so gently,And I say, "No, it isn't."And it is not.And it is not because this place,At this moment,is not truly perfect,But rather because I have seenWhat majestic sights hideIn the caverns of my mind.​​​​​​​​- Warren Norgaard
10I Saw You At Golden Gate Park
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I saw you at Golden Gate Parkor was it last year's DadaFest,or maybe at Cicadiaor the MOMA Magritte exhibitor when they did the Threepenny Opera.I might've seen youat the bookstoreor that Ethiopian Restaurant on Missionor throwing, clumsilybut not ungracefully,a frisbee at North Beach.You would've been reading a bookor on your way back from an Indie film,and I didn't talk to you(thought by God I wanted to)because I was with that other guyor you were with that other guyor maybe you looked unapproachableor maybe I was too far away,just checking you out with binoculars,or watching your lovely upside-down imagethrough the camera obscura by the sea.Anyway, I'm trying to find youto say thanksfor beautifying my lifeand maybe we should get some coffeeor at least talk about getting it,because I'd love sitting acrossfrom your bright intelligent eyes(sometimes they were bluebut often brownor hazeland once,which I'll never forget,they were this soft amazing grey)and talking about your jobwhich you either love to deathbecause that's a turn onor else hate so muchyou devote yourself to other things,and talking about my love of photographyand exploring new foods at Cafe Istanbulor talking about people passing by,and how beautiful they might have been to know,and how sad it is(here I'd mention "A Une Passante" by Baudelaireand you'd smile knowlingly,whether pretending to know or notdoesn't matter,as long as you'd pretend for me),but in any case talkingif about nothing else than aboutwhat an incredible coincidence it was,your having seen these words which are,of all the words everywhere,after all about no one else but you,and about the fact that I want another chance,a better chance,a chance at all with you. - Warren Norgaard
