Wicked Ways - Egypt English - Love & Life Coach

This sh¡t ain’t kashér and you know it…

Vows are not made to be broken…

but—we are humans, fickle creatures…we break them. Some we break unintentionally, some we break to save, as if it needs saving, grace…and some we break simply to keep from having to reveal our demons to none other ourselves. I broke a vow I made to you, because of the latter—I simply could not be transparent with you, so I hid from you…but only the part of you that reflected me…I hid from your eyes, and yet your hearts still beat in my chest.

Even in hiding, I could not escape the sound. I could not stop my feet from dancing to those beats you conjured—and though, my mind still raced as brilliantly as a million thoroughbred stallions, my spirit stalled out a time or two, and my body backfired…my bones cracked and ground bone on bone. I chipped a tooth. I stained a few. Part of me became so seemingly complete with the thoughts breathing as good mother Dickinson had, and part of me grew sick of dancing in my own eerie shadows dropping baskets of treats from gloomy windows. Slowly,


I set aside my peace pipe because I am learning time slows down much faster when it speeds up—like interdimensional travel, shifting, bending, transmuting from one black space to the next without the blinking of an eye. I am home again. Please allow me to rest my head upon your hearts once more.


A Letter to Those Who Traveled this Wicked Path with I

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Faux Fur

My fur be faux ’cause I found no need to kill for warmth—we have been graced with the rise of comforts, namely pushbutton heat.

I pay no blood price.

You will not catch me trapping rabbits for fashion, ‘cuz like my diamonds I clean no blood from knives for a good show.

You may spy me in authentic fur—genuine leather maybe,

but know it’s been recycled, thrifted, hand-me-downed or gifted, and to the dear creature who has sacrificed most I offer no price, but many meditations well paid.

You will see me here or there my crown ‘dorned full and gratefully feathered, be kin to know they have long since been pluck from vintage wings, cast down from the plumes of one who still soars the skies or pulled from a shelf of manufactured plumage.

Still, you will not find me cursing the man who captures the doe, or the woman who glistens like pressure crafted stars from a laboring man’s land—no, ‘for every life has a price to pay, every bird a good song—and we all have a measure of heart, no one being’s strummings lesser or grander than the next.





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We Never Tangle Perfectly — Love Advice Sex Advice

We never tangle perfectly—no such thing.

It takes two they say to tangle. By law, the latter manifests a perfect imperfection—and in love no thing is wrong because all moves toward a beautiful righteousness. There are days we creak, some we crack, others we go and we go on and on. Heat. No cares for gas and electric bills. The entire house transforms into our playground, something like a speedway—no restrictions, but every round is practice—most end in untamable laughter, involuntary exhales, untranslatable words.


—♥S. Marie


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I once hated the journey into the concrete jungle…

for many more reasons than one…traffic, smog, occupation—desk jobs and endless cubicles—the mere sight of brethern, sistern hidden beneath gifted mountains of old blankets, the birds cycling and swarming in a ball, a mass of polluted confusion…and then one day the skyscraper rising slowy but surely like a mirror into the troposhere above Light Street spoke to me—said this is why you landed here—like vapors, like flames, like OMs you know you, they, we, all will rise higher than the vibration of concrete.





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Risque Images of Careless Creatures

By: Frank May
“remnants of a 2013” – Instagram @KingFrankMay

We found the break in the fence and we escaped. I was never the herding type and He became a pro at swimming upstream             long before he knew of my existence. We are the raw fruit in a kitchen filled with canned goods.           He is my shepherd in the night and I am his

by day—‘fore I found no shame in my nudity, and He’d sworn his allegiance

to a  GθD who has no name. 




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Milk and Cookies - Egypt English - King Frank May LoveTrips™ the BLOG - Relationship Love Advice

Milk and Cookies

The best advice a wombman can receive from her King is “do you—shine your light, be you”

No one can give you power. Sure, many people can give you fabricated keys to operating the vehicle of your life, but only you have what it takes to whip your ride.

Frank allows me” and encourages me to be all of I. He often pushes and pulls me outside of my zones of comfort, and I am always better because of it. I have realized over the years how necessary his motivation has been, so nowadays I am growing more adamant about forcing myself to push and pull beyond my comfort zones. Continue reading “Milk and Cookies”

Egypt English - Debt Collector - LoveTrips™

debt collector…

Within these walls only love lives here.

Yesterday I went knocking on her door. The wombman who answered, I felt Her gaze through the peephole—heard Her mind adjusting the locks. “Uh, I’m looking for the backslider…the broken onethe child with the contrite heart?” From out of the corner of my Eye, I saw many fingers falling from inside the window frame and bent blinds mending themselves…and then, I heard a plethora of well-blended voices spring from behind the gold-framed door—”I think you have the wrong house,       she doesn’t reside here anymore.”

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Happy 6th Anniversary - LoveTrips

6 down…and lifetimes to go…

Most days you leave me profoundly speechless,

others—far from a quiet storm,

still no matter, because just like a fresh heartbeat

the winds that shift us keep us strong,

and so long as these water flow between us we will continue to rise like grand canyons.


#titled: Strata

…S. Marie {734}


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