Rapid Cycling, Part IIIt descends again, Heavy and engulfing, Dragging feet and drooping eyelids, The flurry of beings gets faster as my world slows down.Rapid Cycling, Part II
Cement flows over my shoulders and suspends me in a sea of apathy. The yoga chick has a white punting dog I hate, yet I love her. There’s always something to kill the dream, the ideal.
Seventeen candles soaked in virgin blood are stapled to the base of my skull. And I sit, words sliding down the back of my throat
refusing to come out with any meaning.
Hundreds of snapshots float around a map of the world, Remembering eve
Rapid Cycling, Part IIt’s like a dog in heat Don’t even try to shake it off Just settle in and get ready for the ride Surrender as soon as your eyes open Because when it leaves, the struggle for survival is back on.Rapid Cycling, Part I
Push the pedal all the way down, stand in the open sunroof and scream
Turn the dial all the way up, dance until you fall to the ground Let the words flow freely, tripping through the thoughts racing in your mind Shine with the brightest stars, fly into the secret night Watch your inhibitions drop like petals from your flowering soul Release your fears into the ru
VacancySwish, swish, swish ... Constant rhythm Fairy dust rainbows dance in sidewalk clouds Floating gently around thin slippers and her worn housecoatVacancy
Swish, swish, swish ... Arms as thin as the broom handle Around the corner, back again, around the corner, back again Feet shuffle as the sun moves across the sky
Swish, swish, swish ... 100 years packed into a life of 65 Three times widowed To patriotism, the bottle and a brown leaf
Swish, swish, swish ... Parchment skin clings to frail bone Lips set in a straight line drawn far beyond the true b
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The Last NightMaybe the world is ending tonight, she says, and her eyes are sad. Explosions rock the burning sky. Maybe, he replies. I love you, she tells him. He kisses her, softly, sweetly. I love you, he says. She puts her hand in his and they watch the world end together.The Last Night
because I know you're...you mouthbecause I know you're...
Bukowski beautifully but I'm ready to try
your own tongue
I'm delighted
you discovered sex & selfishness substance(s) & circumstance excelling at art excrement & experimentation
exposing your pretend
private parts
I know how
sometimes
your heart breaks over the sounds
those empty words make and everything reminds you of everything you're not
you're bruised drowning in booze and forever in love with yourself
I get it
now
How I feel sometimes ...
Peaceful
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February is Haiku Writing Month- you should join in the HaikuWriMo with us!!
Do it.
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"To avoid criticism: do nothing, say nothing, be nothing."
Hope you are well; I'm sure you've contributed sufficiently to the number of deviations waiting for my review.
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"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Bukowski
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"She said that Mr Colenso had "handled the truffles inappropriately" ([link])
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
interesting Doors piece ... in the journal.
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Artists are magical helpers. Evoking symbols and motifs that connect us to our deeper selves, they can help us along the heroic journey of our own lives.
Joseph Campbell
And .. yes, it is (interesting).
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"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Bukowski
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Artists are magical helpers. Evoking symbols and motifs that connect us to our deeper selves, they can help us along the heroic journey of our own lives.
Joseph Campbell
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"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Bukowski
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