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Wind caught

Escaped

Stray curls

Pushes

Gray clouds

 

Monochromatic

The world

Moon lit

Calls me

Dark places

 

Long, slow drags

One more

Cigarette

Burns night

Red glows bright

 

First sunlight

First fading

My darkness

Slow exit

Soul’s weeping

 

Heart’s yearning

Twist desire

Hold to me

My evil

Life retreated

 

Letting go

True passion

Now fated

Reach out

Dark faces

 

I feel you

Master

Destiny due

 

I feel you

Master

Forever with you

Sometimes the only option is to surrender to my demon lover . . .

 

Strange safety in that dark embrace

So intimate his arms surrounding

His wicked touch does run though me

 

Sometimes the only reason is to lay with the coming night . . .

 

Soft, sweet his whispers all I hear now

To yield the only answer left me

My fragile soul does grant surrender

 

Sometimes the only justification is my lunatic desire . . .

 

 

Feeling for the road now

Yearning, yearning

Feeling on the rise

Burning, burning

 

Never such a feeling

Dreaming, dreaming

Never such a cry

Screaming, screaming

 

Road calls to me now

Non-stop, can’t stop

Road calls to me now

Can’t stop, won’t stop

Yeah

 

Never such a yearning, burning

Never such a dreaming, screaming

Never such a cry, staying such a lie

 

Feeling for the road now

Yearning, yearning

Rubber meets road now

Turning, turning

 

Road calls to me now

Non-stop, can’t stop

Road calls to me now

Can’t stop, won’t stop

Yeah, yeah

 

Yes, Virginia . . . faeries are real.

And some of them do wear boots, Ozzy!

 

Picked up a nifty, little fridge magnet.  I hate it when people cover their fridge with magnets, but this is a small one and all alone.  Its about an inch, round, white button and not so much to look at, still what it says . . .

 

“Never apologize for your art!”

 

Got it in an artsy, little town in Oregon, that and a ring for my lover.  He’d been looking for so long . . . banded, Celtic knots wide enough for a man.  Now he wears it everyday.

 

Nope, he doesn’t have a job yet.

Nope, I don’t think he’s looking.

Nope, I have no idea what to do about it.

All I know is that I love him and want him . . . period.

 

I’m beginning to think we don’t pick the people we love deeply.

Fate, karma, repeating lives, destiny, dumb luck, what-the-fuck.

 

There was another man

A while back

Found a picture on the Internet

No, not mine . . .

Okay, that too

Picture was a simple

Lined, journal-type page

Hand-lettering declaring

 

“Art is what you can get away with.”

 

So here’s my art.

 

Random thoughts

As they run through

My mind

 

Random fears

As they chill

My heart

 

Random lust

As it warms

My loins

 

Random loves

As they destroy

My life

 

Random ideas

As they save

My soul

 

No apology . . . define “get away with.”  LOL.

 

Met a talented and nice lady

Southern Oregon is a pretty cool place

Neat towns and people

My bestest friend lives there

I think I’d like to live in SoOre

 

I’d go tomorrow

Got my ball and chain though

Great American Dream

Homeownership

Nothing more than another trap

A different kind of nightmare

 

Can’t go, must wait.

I hate waiting

I want to go now!

 

Blue with white capsules

In the morning

Little white and yellow pills

In the evening

 

Trying not to feel

Sedated

 

Trying not to feel

Hurt

 

Trying not to feel

Broken

 

Trying not to feel

Lost

 

Trying not to feel

Tragic

 

Is it prose? Is it poetry? Is it fiction?

 

“There’s only one person in the room.”

 

Do you hear me?

 

Go away

Leave me alone

Don’t you get it

I don’t want you

 

Go away

Stop reaching to me

Don’t you sense it

I don’t need you

 

Go away

Release the last tie

Don’t you feel it

I don’t love you

 

Good bye no more

Forgiveness past

Done behind me

Too long let go

 

I don’t hear you

Eyes averted

Heart with another

Just go, please go

 

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