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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
Miss Demure Restraint 