The present and past are a little off kilter,
the past has the remedy if we have the filters.

Ambitiously creative, independent, and slightly jaded... I have a fetish for raw
vulnerability, emotional maturity, tasteful oddities, and projections that seep deep.
With an affinity for the mysticism that surrounds true feelings, and a fondness
for dressing up imagination to try ideas on and swirl them around, I seek
not attachment but enriched, ( Read more... )

New ripples in the chaos

(behind attic walls);

oceans of mystery

between balance and control,

between her flower and stone,

give and take,

silence and exposition.

When a door becomes a window

(transference between thoughts/veils),

Look past full moon thoughts and warm satisfactions

for

potent trials of expression

pushed from Viable soil

into ( Read more... )

"Find what you Love and let it kill you" said the title....

Fill the air with art and well worded whispers...let it consume me, abuse me, and find reflective views within my soul. Let me swim in Love's confusing currents, embracing the fractured peaces that rim the deep ends of my secret darkness, and fill what I breathe with euphoric decadent ( Read more... )

"What's in your deep end?" he asked with a light laugh and piering eyes.

I bat with my girl next door blues and deflect the question back... because my deep end is not a large, dark, pressure filled cavern with a bottom but a sub-dimentional scene of parallel-eyes-ed expression that must be properly textured.  It's a bound stillness pushing ( Read more... )

Wildflower on the prowl,

here comes Spring with swelling power.

Let's make her buzz like bees in heat,

the night will howl from its knees.

Flash those eyes, dance with this creed,

growling hunger seeds release...

A heart is but a fragile thing,

collar it and make it sing,

pull it close, reach up her skirt,

scratch that itch until it hurts,

( Read more... )

(Time rang of (k)new beginnings while meddles clashed and sang
like quiet messages in a bottle, just waiting for one to BeLieve
the songs. Swan Core.)

Promises from the past reflected in time and shone with brilliant possibility ( Read more... )

Long had she slumbered when a deep rumble within reopened her eyes.  The frequency was tuned and the music was alive with vibrating electricity.   She stumbled at first, relearning how to trace the trails. So much life and complexity in the woven possibilities. She had missed this burning feed of artistic opportunity and communication.  Existence ( Read more... )

There's a twitch in the mist like a conflicting script,

mixing messages, shifting,

scripting a change in the truth and a shift in discretion

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"...There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah..."