A rewrite by a little devil. I promised to turn her into an Angel I really thought that I could. A Cherub looked at,me, '' Well on examination your heart your heart is wood. Can you offer something a bit more pleasing.'' ''Well sir Cherub, I have an old duvet It is filled with goose down I can see... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
Gypsy Tales. I was a gipsy lad and wandered merrily I did not know the masters yoke. My life was sweet and free. Of course, when I became a man I did odd jobs for a fee. 'Twas then I bought caravan. and journeyed to the sea, I watched the sailors leave with smiles I thought of foreign lands. And... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Rewrite How wise I wonder is it wise to start, collecting thoughts that make my heart beat even faster as I form, a memory where the sun is warm. If I pass the rustling leaves down along where sunlight weaves patterns I have traced before; can I meet you there once more? Can I make the grass as... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Muse Sweet Heaven I whisper as my thoughts dissolve. I listen shyly for the warm driving force of pleasure and the parting to accept the issue that will solve the healing of my heart once more. With tremulous thoughts I pray this is mine Blossom bursts through dark memories lips touch, fingers... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Rehash. What am I writing for? He Not simply for the smoothness of your skin. That is a simple game that none can win. I wonder at the messages you send. I love them when the frosty warnings end. Your words are like small violets nestling in snow. The warmth of your heart is all I need to know I... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Escape I was thinking as we age, we wear a thin disguise. She had bright yellow hair and that look was in her eyes. She came swirling up the mall; it came as quite a shock. She was as pink and white, as a peppermint rock. I grabbed a mature lady's hand, as she was passing by. I whispered 'Please... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
A rewrite a rewritten rewriter or a rewriting. I can't keep writing poems like Jay.. Love me. The urchin rides discovered promises. Admires the slips of substance, plants berries. in cherry holes. The beams of restlessness explore with kisses unfulfilled tall orders in eyes as black as coals. I... Sign in to see full entry.
Now this is very important if one wants to write erotica Ignore line 1 and 4 and then think is it worth doing this. I went to see this witch I had a little itch each time I tried to kiss Matilda Giles They said the witch was good and for a cupful of red blood She would cure one. Of the piles. So I... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
The Decider. To your body in clover I burn in the skies. Ache for the sunset and call for your sighs. Tangled with longing I push through the flame. Give me your laughter I whisper your name, with the Decider my ache is obscene. I burn in a light that no one has seen. Your blood is a powder that... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Images I try to hold those days in meaningful clusters However, they llicker in mockery and everything blurs. A vast stream of events flows on into darkness And as always puddles of dreams thwart progress. Most of my sins are buried in infertile silt. A ghost guards the cold earth when I stumble on... Sign in to see full entry.