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A creature that drives inspiration and passion in the soul of an artist.... Why is she charmed? She has become enthralled with her subject. The artist has rendered her to her knees.
3 days ago. Sun 17 Nov 2019 08:08:32 AM IST

Found this gem... 

I had been a big fan of all the covers that Johnny Cash had done of some of my favorite songs so I was thrilled when this cover passed my feed.

 

God’s Gonna Cut You Down 

a cover by Marilyn Manson

 

1 week ago. Sat 09 Nov 2019 01:49:31 AM IST

Had she known

If she knew

That would be

The last kiss

The last touch

She would have

Made it last

Lingered

Tasted more

Felt more

Moved more

Gave more

Took more

Said more

Made it all

Count

Somehow

Drove it home

Home.

That space

She saw

In him

The comfort

The warmth

Something

To make her

Stop

Breathing

With every look

Kiss

Touch

Had she known

3 weeks ago. Sat 26 Oct 2019 09:09:53 AM IDT

There was magic

In that wind

It moved the glitter

And the dust

From her hair

And her eyes

It moved the glow

Of the Moon

Across the field

Through the fire

 


His fire

That touched

Her limbs

Her heart

Twisted away

In a breeze

Leaving

A phantom

burning

Just enough

To linger

To ache

To want

 


She held

Her breath

Caught the air

His scent

His voice

Echoes

In the night

Through a room

Full of stones

And nothing

 

4 weeks ago. Tue 22 Oct 2019 12:03:29 PM IDT

She said,

“Build me a house;

I’ll make it a home.”

 


A house with your heart

Windows to see

Inside and out

A fire

Always burning

An open door

Welcoming

Warmth

 


From the earth

The walls will breathe

The ceiling will sing

The floor will move

With tears

With laughter

With joy

And pain

 


A beautiful picture

Broken in places

Carefully mended

With tape

And love

And longing

 


A slow dance

Through the hall

To the bedrooms

Comfort

And lullabies

The touch of each other

A hand on hand

And legs wound

Together

 


The stairs

Each step

Designed

For sliding

As well as

Ascending

Toward the attic

A complicated room

Old toys and sad sweaters

And skeletons

Rattling

Like morbid chimes

Summoning the most macabre

Faeries

A light bulb that flickers

Every attic should have

 


A window seat

With a worn red

Velvet cushion

To sit and ponder

This house

This home

Your heart

 

 

 

2 months ago. Mon 09 Sep 2019 02:41:20 PM IDT

2 months ago. Mon 26 Aug 2019 08:38:16 AM IDT

by Sean Paul

 

Makin me wanna dance...

 

2 months ago. Thu 22 Aug 2019 12:06:01 PM IDT

He sleeps like the letter ‘X’

Across the bed

She fits in

Between arm and leg

One kiss

That’s all it takes

But she gives more

He takes more

Greedy

Eager

The smile melts

As it burns

The letter ‘X’

An easy mark

A target

A cross

Restraints

Restrained

One more

Well placed kiss

One more night

And another

He smiles

She sighs

As he sleeps

Like the letter ‘X’

2 months ago. Thu 22 Aug 2019 08:33:25 AM IDT

They sneak up on you. Catch you off guard. They may be small, but often times it takes something so tiny to find the cracks in the walls to one’s heart. 

3 months ago. Sat 10 Aug 2019 09:11:58 AM IDT

by Genitorturers 

3 months ago. Wed 07 Aug 2019 12:02:25 PM IDT

Have you ever read something in a work of fiction that was so profound, that you completely embraced it and used it as a guide in life?

 

A series of books was introduced to me.  The Sword of Truth by Terri Goodkind.  The first of the series: Wizard’s First Rule.  This book was loaned to me by one of my first husband’s subordinates. He was an NCO in the Army and this younger fellow was constantly hanging out at our place.  Very bright and intense, I always enjoyed talking to him so it wasn’t a  shock to assume I’d like a book he’d suggest.  He called it “brain candy”.

 

So what exactly IS the wizard’s first rule?  

People are stupid.  (I’m not saying that people are stupid... I’m saying that is what it says in the book! Don’t come at me with your torches and pitchforks)

 

Zed, the First Wizard, explains further.  People will believe things for two reasons: because they want it to be true, or they are afraid it is true.

Here is the root of manipulation.  Learning this rule changed my perspective on things.  I watch from the sidelines as people are drawn in to “mass hysteria” and mob mentality.  I have had that second part of the rule used against me in my first marriage.

Sticking to the facts... what is known... that is how I’ve overcome a lot of fear and anxiety in my life.  When I am told that I am a bad mother, I challenge that information.  Every new mom worries about being a good mother.  I was no exception.  That was the one thing that held weight in my life; my ability to be a good parent.  

Now I think I struggle a lot with the first part. There are so many things that I want to believe.  I trust easily.  I see the struggle of humanity and give people the benefit of the doubt. 

As it turns out... my greatest desires are also my deepest fears.  What if everything that I believe to be true about people... turns out to be false?  I don’t often allow that train of thought to take me ... but every so often I get a small wave of paranoia driven panic.  I cling to the belief that people... in the most basic natural sense... are NOT malicious.  

I have to believe that. I have to recognize the love. It is what endures and sustains everything.

Szer'as so'as bas'sekir.