Saturday, May 15, 2010
Tea Drinkers in Winter. Those were the old days, when one sold paraffin by measure or usually by guessing, filling the can almost to the top. Sheer boredom and the situation forced one to treasure small moments of release, taking cups of tea at the usual stop. The kettle boiling on the hob, tea was... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Refection Warmer Water.
Reflection. Render all fat that is attractive into gentle swells. The rider calls across his dream of golden curls. Soft hair bounces where numerous calls are answered generously, although the likeness fails to satisfy. The image dries, mouth to a trickle of possibility, the source has risen from... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Mastery and warm water.
Mastery. The mastery held beyond the soul’s reflection summer flowers. A gentle wash of power spread beyond, seeking no direction. Whispering only to the captivated outstretched recipient, of joy within the grasp of awareness. Plucked from smiles, those were deceiving; spurning the consequences,... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
We are and problems
We are. We are moving to a purpose that remains unresolved. Where each joins smoothly and although all may be one, it will feel no different. We shall be clothed fully by the glow that awards perfection. Not as figures drawn from the imagination, not elongated or compressed or as mortal dust. But... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Shopping and other problems
Shop until you drop. It is hard to feel at ease, walking through the shops that chew and spit out the residue of satisfied customers. Commodities have become harder to understand. Bottles of sauce and stacks of potatoes can become objects of passion. Displays are not something to swallow, or smear... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Smoke
Smoke What a difference a pause from convention makes. It moves with a smoky tail of indifference. I would like to believe, it has one or two tricks up its sleeve. Hands rest; wrists begin to run away from white shoulders. Each position becomes softer and softer. My mind is filled with a macabre... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Touch
Smoke Touch There is a certain musing over possibilities. The opportunity would have driven sweet fire. The blaze would have remained as a source of comfort. Something forged between pale light and sadness allows that time to linger. An unbroken memory links the immense abyss. But it is only... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Screws
Advice on Screws Don’t ever get old my boy, or get the screws. I remember that advice better, now. It seems it is time for me to spread the news Or just warn others what it really means. You wonder will it be better to sleep in a chair and move around every hour or so. Or lie in a moderately... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Toys Collectors and Mists of Time
Collectors. You buy them flowers and tell them that they are beautiful. And this is how they treat you. She stared in aghast; I was speaking my thoughts out loud. I could feel the squeak in her black tights. I thought of a seagull soaring through white clouds and penguins with white chests posturing... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Robot Toy
Robot toy. Hello I am a robot please do not display emotion. I have no need for sunflower oil or suntan lotion. Do not rub my shoulder blades although I heard a creak. I feel sub human at the best of times, not that I seek any form of attention and the least of all sympathy. I am not programmed to... Sign in to see full entry.