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Make your own magic. With love IKBKG.

Spring Edition.

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Clothes and manners do not make the man; but when he is made, they greatly improve his appearance.

Looking good isn't self-importance; it's self-respect.

His face looked almost as gray as his suit, and the pouches beneath his eyes looked like little bags for holding all the sadness that his head couldn't hold.

The difference between style and fashion is quality.

Don’t be into trends. Don’t make fashion own you, but you decide what you are, what you want to express by the way you dress and the way you live.

Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn.

A man should look as if he has bought his clothes with intelligence, put them on with care and then forgotten all about them.

Share some style today. With love IKBKG

Sweater Weather

Everything in my body is weary, my bones don't feel like mine anymore, or real anymore, just simple slugs in my limbs begging me to move slowly and slime upon everything.

I'd rather hide in my sweater than face the world today, and I daren't try to hide my yawns and my sullen, sunken face, bare to the world that I am broken and sad today.

I want to be asleep, where I have a chance of waking up and this being gone. But I cannot do that, not yet, I must fight and live to die another day. How somber.

My hair is a frizzy mess and my makeup must be a disaster, I am sure. The lights dance just out of reach, out of touch, out of my way as i wander along the lonely dark path today has for me.

Tomorrow. I want tomorrow, where I can sleep and dream and beg for a life more than my own, to beg for some magic that will magic away these feelings of sorrow and unworthiness. I just want to be better.

At least my sweater keeps my cold heart warm.

She's one of those girls

He said

One who wears a lot of beads

Beads that stretch to her elbow

And with one look

The look of guilt

Shame

Knowing

He knew

He knew the look on my face

He knew I was like the girl with beads

Panic washed over his ghostly face

Hurt clouded his eyes

Pulling up my sweater sleeve

He saw nothing

A sigh of relief escaped his lips

But he did not realize

..He lifted the wrong sweater sleeve

Old and stained,

ragged and worn,

with holes and even

unraveled and torn.

Love is like your favorite sweater,

well used and seen all kinds of weather.

After a few years 

and several loose threads,

there may be holes that need mending.

Don't get too worried my dear, 

as long as the time that you're spending

is carefully piecing the threads back together.

Love is like your favorite sweater.

Keep dreaming. With love IKBKG.

Every drop is eternal passion.

I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.

Oh, do you understand what I mean? Have you ever felt that about the Moon? Have you ever ached with the sheer beauty of it?

This life is what you make it. No matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they'll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. 

As for lovers, well, they'll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can't give up because if you give up, you'll never find your soulmate. You'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything.

Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie?

So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about.

People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. 

A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master...

With love, IKBKG.

Forbiden sins.

Day after day, word upon word so much spoken, so much heard.. Deep beneath the written lines feelings grow, hearts align  hidden from a past that's been bitten in the stars, our future will be written. So much beauty escaping my eyes, staring up into those starry skies ..Searching for answers, seeking a sign, wishing one day you will be mine.

 And those pillow talks..

"He felt
like ice cold water on a summer day
the way just simply drinking it is not enough
when you have to pour it over yourself
and it pools in the niches of your body
you stand in temorary bliss
when the bottle is empty you finally catch your breath
your fingers lace over where the skin is still numb from touch
wanting more.."

"Mind

Soul

Body

All colliding into one.

Mingling together..

Keeping the flame of lust burning as bright as the mid-noon sun.

Cool breath fanning over burning skin.

The love they feel never wearing thin.

Wrapped safely in her lovers arms feeling far, far away from any harm."

"Restless integrity falls like lamplight
On your sleeping form.
Hands folded, lips parted, a prayer.
I am but an onlooker,
Seated here watching your solemn repose.
Angels have not sung of beauty such as this.
The simple way the veins in your eyelids
Criss-cross and spread a blush
Across your countenance.
I notice your eyes flutter lightly open
And those delicate digits brush
Fine auburn hairs from your cheek.
You smile and turn to me,
Blinking in the soft morning light.
"Kiss?" you ask,
And i'm already moving towards you."

"Lust or lost in the idea of wanting something I don't need... I can't breathe without it...I greed.. I crave.... Hmmm... Lust.....I squeeze so hard ..dust..it turns.. I yearn to have it.... Want but don't need.... share never.. A hot cold sweat.. Maybe a fever. Lust.....it's changing me...Help"

"Lust is a word

full of emptiness

and passion

and pain

Lust is a place

full of smiles

and broken hearts

and red tears

Lust is a song

full of movement

and rythm

and voice

Lust is you

that’s full of me

and we create art

that kills love"

"He wrote words that enticed her whispered musings to seduce her made her body tingle without touch cajoled her heart with bleeding ink ..He was half the world away yet, she felt him so close he connected with every part body, soul, heart and mind. Every word was woven on her heart his voice echoed, enchanting gracefully intoxicating every beat of her life .

Volcanic desire erupted his words were now her reality his embrace her sanctuary as he held her tight whispering promises to never let her go."

A simple opinion can have catastrophic consequences.. Do I look fat in this dress? Truth and reality are not always the best answer. No matter what happens in life.. Men want women...women desire men.

There are always two people in every picture: the photographer and the viewer.

What i like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce. You don't make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.

A normal person sees a storm, thinks help and runs away 

A photographer sees that storm, and runs the other way 

Off into the cold they go, the wind, the rain and more 

To capture pics no matter what, of all the things they saw 

Watching all the huge waves crashing, defiantly they stand 

Looking out from beneath the pier, with camera in hand 

Why do we do such stupid things, like photograph the snow 

We can’t resist to get that pic, so off we always go 

We see the world through rule of thirds, and many shades of grey 

The search to get the perfect shot, continues every day .

Photo  by Kitanovski Photography

A photograph is more than just

A gift to bring or send.

And more than just the likeness of

A relative or friend.

It is a kindly greeting and

A memory to hold.

Of happy times and pleasant things.

However new or old.

Photo  by Kitanovski Photography

And the Earth is Art, The Photographer is only a Witness.

Photo  by Kitanovski Photography

It is a mirror that reflects

Companionship and cheer.

And now and then the wistfulness

That turns into a tear.

A photograph is something to

Adorn a desk or wall.

Or carry in a pocket and

Display to one and all.

Photo by Kitanovski Photography

It is a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to be evaporate into the past; should exist only in memories, glimpsed through the fog of events that came after. Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down....

Photo took by Kitanovski Photography

It is a faithful portrait

The smile that friendship shares

To add its sunshine and to show

That someone really cares.

Photo  by Kitanovski Photography

To the complaint, 'There are no people in these photographs,' I respond, There are always two people: the photographer and the viewer.

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.

        
    She said - "I'm in love with artists with no soul, writers. You drink what they drink and never refuse a coffee. You light another cigarette hoping this will hide the shaking ."

And I.. when I write stories I am like someone who is in his own country, walking along streets that she has known since she was child, between walls and threes that are hers. 

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

Beauty

Your lips, your eyes, your soul
Are like a work of art,
The most creative thing of all
Is your beautiful heart.

If you were a painting,
No colours could express
The beauty deep inside you,
A rainbow, nothing less.

If you were a sculpture
The clay could hardly make
Your figure of an angel
Without one mistake.

If you were a euphony
No choir could really sing
All the beautiful music
Your eyes could possibly bring.

So here I am, an artist,
With inspiration beyond belief
But to capture such rare beauty,
I'd have to be a thief.
- Zlata S. Steere -

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.