Flourite Fantasy

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Cradled in the ample bust of our Earth Mother

Gently settled in for a peaceful nights dreaming

Bathed in the heavenly glow of a selenite moon

Energetically protected by a silver lights gleaming

 

Violet branches perfectly wrapped with twisting gnarls

Roots under lavender keep him docile and grounded

Tranquil azure waters cascading amongst his shadows

Delivering ideas to fruition in a dreamscape unbounded

 

Negativity deflected by a protective Persian green sky

So that Spring may flourish within his heart of hearts

A pleasant calming sense of concentrated direction

Rainbows end is assuredly where his journey starts

MIA

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Gone missing once again from the safety of the written word

Ripped away from the comfort of the blanket of others creativity

Time will only tell how long I will struggle through the dark night

Without these moments of satisfaction provided by artistic light

 

It seems the harsh realities of this monotonous daily existence

Have stolen me away from the protection on my beloved words

Tick tock, tick tock, as the clock on the wall so torturously taunts

I have no time to seek shelter in the shadows of my favorite haunts

 

I shall return to roam the jungle I rule over with strength and pride

Once the dust has settled and the air is again safe to deeply inhale

Bringing the familiar swagger of an artistic view back to the pages

Hopefully showing signs of my influences from fools and from sages

 

Fear not where I have gone or what fate has overtaken my soul

I cannot stay away from the forest of my imagination for any length

When I reenter the shadows of my imagination once again to endure

You will see and feel the strength of my love for words remains pure

Alter Ego

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Welcome home my friend

A return of the prodigal son

To heighten my inner senses

While lifting up my lowly spirit

Come inside and tell your tale

Of the trials you have endured

 

Regale me with the fascinations

That have kept you away so long

I have waited ever so patiently

For some significance to reappear

In the form of identical likeness

Vastly different from it’s twin

 

You see, while I remained quietly behind

Not so much has been through change

It will be so very different once again

Now that you have returned to my side

To see me through the blinding night

Keeping me from under freezing sun

 

You always were my saving grace

Giving me warmth within my shadows

Stoking fires of inspirational awareness

While keeping the beasts of boredom at bay

So welcome back to your rightful place

My tried and true, trusted friend

 

My Imagination…..My alter ego

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Adrift on an endless river of blissful individuality

Me, myself and I are unique and without plurality

Unique and singular in every way, shape and form

My thoughts and ideas falling far outside the norm

 

To know me is to love me, thankfully I am one of a kind

Others shake their heads at the things that cross my mind

I walk a much different path than those who step so light

Marching loudly to a different drum, deep into the night

 

For this I am not apologetic and will never, ever change

The things I find amusing, well, others just find strange

I see myself a warrior and have seen my share of battle

Better to be a solitary soldier than another of the cattle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bloody Mary

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  She can hear her friends giggling and joking outside the bathroom door. Teenagers can be so cruel. Even to their closest friends it seems. She stands in front of the mirror in pitch black darkness. Now locked in the tiny washroom she is beginning to regret saying she didn’t believe. Taking this stupid dare now seems like a mistake. Best to just get it done with and move on. The sooner she does this the sooner she will be able to continue drinking and carousing with her friends. Directly in front of the mirror she stands, barely able to make out her figure in the dark moonless night. She leans close to the mirror, and with false bravado speaks clearly.

 

                                           “Bloody Mary”

 

  A large howl erupts piercing the air as the strong wind pushes through the trees outside the little window. Startled, she  jumps back a step and her heart races at the sudden noise. She chuckles under her breath and shakes her head. “Chicken shit”. Her eyes start to adjust to the darkness all around. Her Imagination casts shadows on the wall behind her as she starts to feel the cold chill of terror. Again she leans into her reflection and she hears the words leave her lips.

 

                                            “Bloody Mary”

 

  This time the words come out much less confidently and with a slight tremble in her voice. Her friends still lurking near the door goading and taunting. The hair stands up on the back of her neck and every inch of flesh on her body raises in goose bumps.  Is it her imagination or did it really get that much colder in this small room? She truly believes that there is nothing to fear, yet with each passing moment her anxiety increases. Every tiny noise is amplified as she is overtaken by fright. Phantom shadows dance on the wall and in her mind as she draws deep from the well of her own courage. She shuts her eyes tight as a single tear runs down her cheek and with a catch in her throat and shaky articulation she softly whispers

 

                                             “Bloody Mary”

 

  The young girl opens her eyes wide and waits. Watching the mirror intently for this vengeful apparition to appear. Nothing… Absolute silence. Even the wind outside the window has died. Her tension begins to lift as a smile brings color back to her face. She will be the one laughing now. She turns to leave the bathroom thinking only of how she will tease and chastise her friends over more strong drink and general teenage mayhem. She swings open the door forcefully to loudly begin her onslaught of verbal revenge.

   In a split second of recognition everything changed forever. This poor girl’s screams could be heard three blocks away as tragedy worse than any nightmare was now reality before her very eyes. Her three very best friends on the planet lay scattered about on the floor in a sea of scarlet. Throats ripped wide open, and midsections dreadfully disemboweled. Even worse than all this was their eyes. Three sets of eyes still wide open and holding within them an expression of fear beyond any human comprehension.

  This gruesome scene discovered by parents the following morning. The poor girl was found blood soaked and curled up in a fetal position on the floor in the middle of her lifeless friends corpses. Arms around her knees, and eyes unblinking, she rocked slowly back and forth muttering the same three words again and again. “She is real…..she is real…..she is real…..she is……”

 

                                      “Bloody Mary” Exists.

Ode to a Sinner

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She is the epitome of sexuality and desire

enshrouded in a veil of erotic debauchery.

Capturing the imagination and ensnaring the weak of flesh.

Seemingly unknowing the power she holds,

yet secretly aware of the control she wields.

She follows or leads with a vigor and enthusiasm unmatched

while bringing her own deviant twists into a most energetic reality.

Dripping with SIN she will eagerly quench your lustful thirst

while leaving your head spun and yearning for more

She is a subtle drug bottled in an addictive silken carafe.

Amazing at first glance but even more intoxicating to the initial touch.

She is an experience not to be passed over

but to be fully prepared for and immensely enjoyed.

She has the ability to captivate your mind and steal your sexual soul.

She has a given name, although I call her only My Sweetest Sinner.

A wicked act by any other name… she would still SIN as SWEET!!