In my head

Below the nightime sky, while the clouds gather and cover the silver light of the moon, my body lies bathing in darkness, waiting for an Angels's tune
Sleeping in sheets, tatered and torn, as the the wind blows cold and tickles my soulI can feel the sharp edged emotions cutting me in pieces and collecting them in a bowl

Not really winter!

It will be close to 60 degrees in NY for the next couple of days. That is not winter! What is it? Proof of global warming? Who the hell knows whats going on any more. I really like the winter. Yes, I am real Fall-Winter person. The hot summer pisses me off. The spring is OK, but right now I want winter.

I can't feel the cold of the winter night,

when the warm bodies glow with the sweetest light

Stars are dimmed from shinning so bright

My body strains from muscles so tight

I dreamt I slept with Betty Page

I dreamt I slept with Betty Page,In another time and place.
Her perfect body so tenderly, gave in to my embrace.

As I kissed sweet Betty Page, I explored her here and there.
She gave herself so willingly,and told me that she cared.

I burnt with lust for Betty Page, this I will admit.
She quenched the fire with open lips,and wispered "I submit".

Copyright ©2002 Philip Joseph Postiglione

Sketches of faces I can only touch in my mind
Bodies of all the women I desire, on the page combined
into one full, firm person, breast and sweet behind
to take into my arms and treat so very kind

One of my Babes

Talking Heads

Great Music
Check the CBGG Link

They are Real!

UFOs are real! I don't know what they are. I can only guess and look at the possible theories. The truth concerning the origins and purposes of UFOs might be more than just aliens visiting the earth. The truth may be more than we bargained for!
Check the UFO links. You will find a wealth of information.

ME Just me. As I am, just trying to be just me.

Another one bites the dust

2005 is fading fast and I am sure glad it's going. A very good person I know died this year and my health took a turn for the worse.I turned 50 and tried real real hard to suppress the feeling that I am old. I can't turn back the clock, but I feel like my ability to live is gone forever. In my heart I still want to do things like making new friends and renewing old ones. I am afraid that I just can't feel love anymore. I am too old to feel love and to give it!!!

Another year passes into the package of time
Finally the body clock has ticked way past its prime
All the hearts deep passions ooze like primal slime
and all the words I reach for have no reason or rhyme