tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78122022011-04-21T21:06:08.124-07:00St Germainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13763473366015676272noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812202.post-1091878735804429502004-08-07T04:29:00.000-07:002004-08-07T04:38:55.803-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812202-109187873580442950?l=commanderinchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>St Germainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13763473366015676272noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812202.post-1091874035989172202004-08-07T03:14:00.000-07:002004-08-07T04:20:26.820-07:00<span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;">Man, the hunter gatherer from MARS ... <br />Driven by primeval directives. <br />Remodelled into modern man, and striving not to forfeit the very nature of his female side. <br />In search of .. <span style="font-style: italic;">a Holy Grail</span>. <br />Orientated by nothing more empirical than some fragile imagery from within his mind : <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A Hunchback, a Magik Flute, some Brief Encounters, or that distant place, ....called Casablanca</span>. <br />Did life really happen for a reason? Or was it just by chance? <br />Did eternal love so easily give way to mere eternity?. <br />Man, now more ancient, and perhaps more wise, still stands, fearless, macho, brave, <br />Hiding feelings of doubt and insecurity, and battling off his lack of self esteem, <br />Yet still he faces his Nemesis. <br />What has he to lose? ....What has he to gain? <br /> Rejection, loneliness, despair ? <br />What has he to offer?..... <br /> Tenderness and Loving Care?. <br />With his desires held in check, his fears laid bare, <br />He now faces the most alluring, seductive, beguiling challenge of his life. <br />His Nemesis yes, his Fate yes, his Destiny, and yes, his last Love. <br /> Oh Goddess from Venus, <br /> thou female declaration of self empowerment <br /> Liberated (Post Menstrual) Woman</span> <br /> <br />”.....Oh that I were made of stone like thee?”.....our gentle Quasimodo sighs resignedly.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812202-109187403598917220?l=commanderinchief.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>St Germainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13763473366015676272noreply@blogger.com0