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Baby doll

Friday, March 29th, 2013

Baby doll it’s you and me trippin towns,I’m holdin you tightly by the hand, rippin down those dripping frowns, no more castles made of sand!  Platinum Plated placemats you used to roll your bud, I say kick the cows out the crib with mouths all full of cud, our eyes now locked, can’t turn away, haters numbers blocked, it’s you my world rocked to stay! My pistols packed and locked.

Yeah slay me just to resurrect a golden lions body, I’ll melt with you we belt a few to loosen up your naughty! .Now we got a groove on, big bottoms gotta drop. In the back room I put the move on, all night until we pop!

Opening poem from the new book “Words of Want” by Stephen Scialli

Friday, October 12th, 2012

Alas, I would whisper
The words of want
into your heart
Stir the passionate fire
Make mine into your desire

Yumminess may abound
Smiles inside and out
Mood swing are found
Trying your sexiest pout
Intrigue just one
Two to be fun
Hearts racing for more
Open another of loves door
Take a healthy chance
Dive into deep water
In the lake of romance
Taught our part
W/what may ensue
Open loving heart
To feel it so true

Whisper the words

of want

into your soul

to dream the joy
of soul embrace

to hold the love
onto each other

sweet smile to last forever

no longer a chase

duly in our heart

whole in our soul

whole in our part


stephen scialli  © 2012


Saturday, August 25th, 2012


Not just a breed

of any kind;



yet blonde and fair.


it contrasted her;

long haired,

it made her shine.

She, with long hair


body petite

quite beautiful.

Eyes deep,



made my time




by her guard dog,

wrapped up

             at night,



her shining knight,

yet I know,

now she is the better!

Thursday, November 24th, 2011

you do not need firewood for your stories .. you do not need it rains in August .. six emotion in the emotion, the emotion because you are .. patches do not try to mend clothes crumpled, because you are not a patch .. love is a painter, not a character, although sometimes these Two things seem to fit .. you are a director, not an actress of your life .. Unlike the characters in novels who need applause of their audience to draw their existence, why do not you exist .. you create, you know, stay in front, beside and behind better than a shadow, because you are true .. art is pure harmony, and you also: the beauty of your soul so you paints ..

Thursday, November 24th, 2011

Slowly dies who becomes the slave of habit, repeating every day the same paths, who does not change the march, who does not risk and change the color of clothes, who does not speak to those who do not know …… He dies slowly who avoids a passion, who prefers black on white and the dots on “i” rather than a set of emotions, precisely those that make your eyes sparkle, the that make a yawn a smile, those that make the heart beat before the error and feelings. Slowly dies who does not flip the table, who is unhappy at work, who does not risk certainty for uncertainty in pursuit of a dream, who is not allowed at least once in their lives to escape to sensible advice ….. Slowly dies who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen music, who does not find grace in himself ….. He dies slowly who destroys self-esteem, those who can not be help, who spends his days complaining of his bad luck or incessant rain ….. Slowly dies who abandons a project before starting it, who no questions on topics that do not know, who does not respond when asked something he knows …….. We avoid death in small doses, always remembering that to be alive requires an effort far greater than the mere fact of breathing ….. Only a burning patience will lead to the achievement of a splendid happiness.

Friday, January 28th, 2011

it is my intent

not to be absent

on the occasion

of the new sensation

to makes us one

not to be undone

fingers dance a minaret

our tongues talk

silent alphabet

we soon forget

our limbs entwined

so heavenly devine

all our troubles

all our dread

soon to be

passing through

just wind in my head

2011 stephen scialli


Saturday, November 21st, 2009

pixels on my screen begin to glow
here he is….. my heart quickens.
the image of an angel in electrons
reaching out at the speed of light.
his eyes pierce mine

our senses beginning to gel
I laugh……I cry
I don’t know why

characters…..then words appear
communicating his wisdom
his fingers caress the keyboard
touching my feelings
I am falling

I’m under his spell
I smile…… I sigh
I don’t know why

he sends vibrations to my speakers
his digitized breath sweeps over me
resonating with my soul
his voice beckons me
what can I do?

I’m under his spell
I can’t……. I try
I don’t know why

his connection is limited
we must be quick
exchange tokens of love
too late……. hes gone
but not from my heart

one day he’ll be back
until then ….I wait
under his spell
I can not lie…..
I do know why…
I’m in love

Sam x 2009

Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009

In the valley

of womanhood

a wonderland wanting

yes, wanting to be



enveloped with lips on lips

skin to skin

so velvety smooth

is his touch

breathing her name

hearing her sighs

the soft sighs

of a woman….

….by wanda

Sunday, July 26th, 2009

she is abstract beauty, not perfection
she is round and full, blossoming womanhood

she is forsaken
belittled by a hypocrite society that preaches to love, worship, and
nourish the body, yet forces masochism to maintain its jaded ideal.

but she is a goddess
unconcerned with the masses who cannot see
who tell her she is

she does not hear them
for she says beauty is unique so she does not listen
so they scream
they rage
they force her to hide
for she is dangerous

she is not like them
she is a goddess

2009 nikky chan

Thursday, June 25th, 2009

Rest until dawn

from which upon

The day break

awaits you

The road maybe long

but there’s a song

From which the tide

Can take you!!!