C.C.

Meadow drawn. From the edge of a dream I was drawn to your meadow; I think that I came voluntary. There is a kind of peace even for the wicked; and you were not in that category. Just slightly impure and like me believed in a last chance. A few scars remain on my conscience. Perhaps we both have to... Sign in to see full entry.

He It’s just a game we play as if it matters anyway. Life is such a simple thing until its spring. We then play by a different rule and life is cruel Surely this can only be a part of nature’s policy Dream sweetly and try to redeem your worth, we all are from the earth And ecstasy seems to be free... Sign in to see full entry.

She. Don’t you, don’t you want to hold me again It will be too late tomorrow Do you remember, was it all in vain? It won’t be the same tomorrow. Don’t you, don’t you want to remember. How you wanted to hold me to your heart And whisper softy, I remember. How you brushed my lips apart Don’t you... Sign in to see full entry.

TED War Time When I was a boy it was one of my chores every Tuesday to fetch Ted’s rations from one of the local stores. In those days there were several small businesses usually run by the husband and the faithful missus. I remember this shop it smelled cold and had a real stone floor, a brown... Sign in to see full entry.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.