C.C.

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Wednesday, October 6, 2010

We are drifting.

I bowed once as the dream began. The voice said, 'Make me a woman.' I watched the sun sink low and the night grow small as it turned into black stored energy. I thought about this and began to recall simple things. to fuse into projection of this fantasy. She is far in star mass treading the earth... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Second meeting

Second meeting Today’s idea must be sympathetic the subject blends into an intricate feeling of suppositions and feels primeval expanses, the receding pattern of time and the rising hairs on the nape of the neck; as fern and tall grasses materialise. Worse, between the green silences passes that... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Would you have run a mile. In this real place the awesome moment before you it is like a spear It touches coldly and reminds you, we are here and still uneasy. You are breaking through the shadows that I wrap around my inclination to make you deeper substance. I collect from reflections as your... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

The Muse

The Muse. I have a job accepting star light that does not come from Heaven. I think it must be me, your presence hovers as exotic bloom O life must I absorb so much, accept so much until we feel even. Running through life’s veins, waiting for my own life to resume. You bring a thousand wonders... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Still trying to install the Muse. Wisps of warm tissue I shall roll around shape into the softness that I must feel. And in this new strange beauty which I found Wonder so deeply at your sweet appeal. O Life would I not take you in my dreams Float with you into summers I have lost And all the aching... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, October 1, 2010

The real Muse

The real Muse. Once I thought that I could choose the lady who would be my Muse. A lot I didn’t know. I watched the world spin round and round and I never even found. That little so and so. And so it seemed that finally just kind of muse-less I would be It didn’t really suit my plan I chewed the fat... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

The hard graft of making a Muse. She’s gone, just as I was grooming her into a beautiful exotic woman The sylphs are tittering and parading across the soft green carpet. I thought she seemed a too smart to get caught up in my dreams, but then who knows what a woman thinks who knows what she wants to... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Bucket I want to slop out of my bucket and pass silently across this time leaving these watermarks for no reason. If I could find some compelling desire to believe that moss would grow into blossom and love would grow in any season. perhaps I would try and ferment a strange insipid passion. And... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Muse News

Muse News Please excuse this little muse She has not yet been trained She has been sweeping chimneys And washing when it rained. I should have given her a scrub To get rid of the grime But she is so darned ticklish And I didn’t have much time. Of course I cannot introduce This innocent sweet child... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Toad

Toad. She had a rope, gave it a twirl She was a pretty little girl And then she skipped along the road She looked at me and said ‘Hi Toad,’ Now I was nearly twenty two I said ‘Well kid what’s up with you. ‘Were you a child may I ask?’ She queried and pick up my flask. Do you have tea? Yes I thought... Sign in to see full entry.

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