"I`m gonna be traveling ..so will dissapear a while" Hot_Fudge's Profile

I have so much to show and so much to learn.

Thankyou for all the Birthday Wishes, all the emails, comments,
pictures and e-cards I got. Sorry I couldnt reply to
everyone! Just spend 2 weeks in Antibes!
Return to Sweden soon via Germany.

See
Smell
Touch
Taste
Hear

MMMmmmm

...I believe that the human experience is wide and vast...
once we've closed off our experiences to only include one person
for an eternity then we've stopped ourselves
from doing as much growing as
we could in the area of
relationships and taking in new impulses..

:::::::.....:::STOP PRESS.:::::..:.
To all the gentlemen who feel a compulsion to propose marraige
or send me a pervy picture or lurid suggestions of ??????
Please don`t ..SWITCH OFF YOUR PC
TAKE A COLD SHOWER, THX GUYS

skin and shadows

My Soul Mate

We met but once as though by chance,
we didn't date, or did we dance.
We looked into each other's eyes
without deception or disguise.
A silent message passed between
your hungry heart was plainly seen.
You saw desire I could not hide,
you looked at me and saw inside.

How could a glance have said so much,
and cause a chill without a touch?
What was that chemistry that night,
that promised what we felt was right?
What satisfaction we'd have missed,
If we had not reached out and kissed.
I do not know if it was you,
or was it I who said, "Let's do."
But on that night our souls were bare
as surely as our bodies there.

Our bodies moved in harmony,
I couldn't tell the you from me.
And locked in passion as we were,
my sense of time began to blur.
I must have known you from before,
how else could you have reached my core?
In life perhaps before this one
what had we shared? What had we done?
With what I felt, emotions vast,
I must have loved you in the past.

But now we go our separate ways,
to different lives throughout our days.
I keep you though within my dreams,
Eternal soul mate, so it seems.

Call my name

Woman on the balcony looking to the terraces near

Call my name
In whispers caught in your throat
choking past your teeth
almost bared,
catching on the broken glass edges of want.

Call it sweet and tender
filled with new apple scent
from wooing cloudbursts
to wet baby born prairied fields.

Call it with tear drenched eyes
to the sides of my hare moon neck,
drip filled and auspicious
to loosen the flow
held back by stockades forged
of deafness.

Call it exposed to me in anger
clenched to your child fear
smothered in misunderstanding;
charcoaled words silting the sound,
blackening the air between us.

Call my name in forgiveness
lashed to your heat fevered hopes
and tethered helium dreams;
of what will once again be. The
Stratosphere endlessly awaits the sound.

Call it singing my praises
at the entrance to my Mother?s door
as your head bucks back with
ecstatic screams as I envelope you
in three fold down.

And then, when nothing more can be said,
call my name in darkness
as I am put away,
earthbound but rising,
as you hear it meet my
omnipresent ears and
echo finally back
into your whispering throat.

Three girls are talking and sunning.

Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me.
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.

Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road

Winter's Roads

RELAXATION 2005, fused and cast glass, copper wire

Winter's Roads
by Ron Carnell
I cannot speak for all who stem
'Long roads less traveled as their way,
Nor question choices made by them
In days long past or nights long dim
by words they spoke and did not say.

Each road is long, though short it seems,
And credence gives each road a name
Of fantasies sun-drenched in beams
Or choices turned to darkened dreams,
To where each road wends just the same.

From North to South, then back again,
I followed birds like all the rest
Escaping nature's snowy den
On roads I've seen and places been,
Forsaking roads that traveled West.

This journey grows now to its end,
As road reflections lined in chrome
Give way to roads with greater bend
And empty signs that still pretend
They point the way to home sweet home.

But all roads lead to where we go
And where we go is where we've been,
So home is just a word we know,
That space in time most apropos
For where we want to be again.

For even home, it seems to me,
Is still a choice we all must face
From day to day and endlessly,
To choose if home is going to be
Another road - or just a place.

As I`m going to be on the road I won`t be able
to spend too much time the next weeks at VT.
Thank-you all you kind people for your comments!

D....

Intro Updated Jun 4, 2006
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TrendsetterME May 25, 2012 at 9:59 AM

Hey Dominik, "Happy Birthday", with all my best wishes ... :)
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tushark May 25, 2012 at 1:38 AM

Happy birthday to you Dominik
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Norali Aug 26, 2007 at 11:25 AM

Hello! Just passing by (go here by chance).. and wow! poetry. I like it! Take care wherever you are. From Madagascar
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ghibli88 May 25, 2007 at 3:56 AM

A warm Happy Birthday to you Dominik,best wishes from a sunny hot Italy.
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mollymoo0oo0 Mar 23, 2007 at 8:55 AM

you have a lovely homepage with some fascinating pictures - thanks for sharing :) m.x
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mar1956tin Jan 4, 2007 at 1:50 PM

Hi Dominik, May i offer my best wishes to you for a Happy New Year filled with plans and dreams come true. Your HP is very spiritual. Martin
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JohnnyRockfish Nov 30, 2006 at 11:31 PM

Nice work on your site the info. was fun to read thank you
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scotlandscotour Aug 13, 2006 at 12:28 PM

Agree. I am Five Senses - in Scotland - exploring using all five senses - so pleased to read your page. Best wishes ~ M
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larsnelson Aug 10, 2006 at 3:31 PM

Hi hot fudge-I'm a son of a swede ,born in so.cal . I enjoyed some of your poems ,were any your work? curious ..thanx Lars Nelson
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butterfly_girl Jun 5, 2006 at 6:30 AM

Love your site...beautiful paintings and poetry. Thanks for stopping by....sending you all the best and happiness always!