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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.
5 years ago. February 3, 2019 at 9:17 AM

By They Might be Giants

I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note spelled l-I-t-e
My story's infinite
Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn't rest
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am
There's a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
I'd be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels its always near
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
(And while you're at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

5 years ago. February 3, 2019 at 8:37 AM

Sometimes... I really love this band.

Add it Up by the Violent Femmes

 

Day after day
I will walk and I will play
But the day after today
I will stop and I will start
Why can't I get just one kiss
Why can't I get just one kiss
Believe me, there'd be somethings that I wouldn't miss
But I look at your pants and I need a kiss
Why can't I get just one screw
Why can't I get just one screw
Believe me, I know what to do
But something won't let me make love to you
Why can't I get just one fuck
Why can't I get just one fuck
I guess it got something to do with luck
But I waited my whole life for just one
Day after day
I get angry and I will say
That the day is in my sight
When I'll take a bow and say goodnight
Oh, ma-mama, mama-mo-ma-mum
Have you kept your eye, your eye on your son?
I know you've had problems, you're not the only one
When your sugar left, he left you on the run
Oh, ma-mama, mama-mo-ma-mum
Take a look now at what your boy has done
He's walking around like he's number one
Went downtown and you got him a gun
So don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
Don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
You know you've got my sympathy
But don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
Don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
Don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
You know you've got my sympathy
But don't shoot, shoot, shoot that thing at me
Broken down kitchen at the top of the stairs
Can I mix in with your affairs?
Share a smoke, make a joke
Grasp and reach for a leg of hope
Words to memorize, words hypnotize
Words make my mouth exercise
Words all failed the magic prize
Nothing I can say when I'm in your thighs
Oh, ma-mama, mo-ma, mo-my mother
I would love to love you, lover
City is restless, it's ready to pounce
Oh, here in your bedroom, ounce for ounce
Say, ma-mama, mo-ma, mo-my mother
I would love to love you, lover
City is restless, it's ready to pounce
Oh, here in your bedroom, ounce for ounce
I've given you a decision to make
Things to lose, things to take
Just as she's about ready to cut it up
She says, "wait a minute, honey, I'm gonna add it up!"
Add it up! Add it up! Add it up! Add it up!
Add it up! Add it up! Add it up! Add it up!
Day after day, I get angry and I will say
That the day is in my sight
When I'll take a bow and say goodnight

5 years ago. February 2, 2019 at 8:57 AM

(My second favorite poem.  It makes my soul burn)

I have sent you my invitation,
the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living. Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want! Let’s do it!” Just stand up quietly and dance with me.


Show me how you follow your deepest desires,


spiraling down into the ache within the ache,


and I will show you how I reach inward and open outward
to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, every day.


Don’t tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart.


Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.


Tell me a story of who you are,
and see who I am in the stories I live.
And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.


Don’t tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day.

Show me you can risk being completely at peace,
truly okay with the way things are right now in this moment, and again in the next and the next and the next. . .


I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring.


Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall,
the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will.


What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?


And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving
those we once loved out loud.


Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance,
the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart.


And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.


Show me how you take care of business
without letting business determine who you are.


When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul’s desires have too high a price,
let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world
the stories and the songs
you want our children’s children to remember.


And I will show you how I struggle not to change the world, but to love it.


Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude,
knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging.

Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.


And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions has died away on the wind,
dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being,
not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.
Don’t say, “Yes!”


Just take my hand and dance with me.

 

5 years ago. February 2, 2019 at 6:43 AM

I was so thrilled tonight when I noticed these two message gems in my inbox.

More fodder for the hilarity.

 

message #1:

U sub m domino now understand 

 

my response:

Wait.... You’re a domino?! How does that even work?

 

message #2:

My bitch

 

my response:

No... MY biatch!!! *evil laugh* 😈😈😈😈😈😈

5 years ago. February 2, 2019 at 2:03 AM

Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie

 

Who is this irresistible creature
Who has an insatiable lust for the dead?
Living dead girl!
Rage in the cage and piss upon the stage
There's only one sure way to bring the giant down
Defunct the strings of cemetery things
With one flat foot on the devils wing
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl
Raping the geek
And hustling the freak
Like a hunchback juice
On a sentimental noose
Operation filth
They love to love the wealth
Of an S.S. whore
Making scary sounds
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl
Cyclone jack, hallucinating hack
Thinks that Donna Reed eats dollar bills
Goldfoot's machine creates another fiend
So beautiful they make you, kill
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living dead girl
Blood on her skin
Dripping with sin
Do it again
Living dead girl
Blood on her skin
Dripping with sin
Do it again
Living dead girl

5 years ago. February 2, 2019 at 12:36 AM

Narayan by Prodigy

If you believe the Western Sun
is falling down on everyone
If you're breaking free
And the morning's come
If you would know
Your time has come.
If you believe in the Western Sun
is falling down on everyone
And you feel it burn, don't try to run
And you feel it burn, your time has come.
And I feel it.
I feel another energy
and I feel power through it
I feel another energy
and I feel power through it
You feel another energy
and I feel power through it
If you believe in the Western Sun
is falling down on everyone
If you're breaking free
And the morning's come
If you would know
Your time has come.
If you believe in the Western Sun
is falling down on everyone
And you feel it burn, don't try to run
And you feel it burn, your time has come.
And I feel it.
You feel another energy
And I feel power through it
You feel another energy
And I feel power through it
You feel another energy
And I feel power through it
Umm Naman Narayanna
Umm Naman Narayanna
Umm Naman Narayanna...
And I feel it.
And I feel it.
And I feel it.
I feel another energy.
You feel another energy
And I feel power through it
You feel another energy
And I feel power through it

 

 

5 years ago. February 1, 2019 at 8:53 PM

It was a day like any other, so I thought. I felt the longing to have a genuine book in my hand instead of the cold technology of my Kindle or cell phone. I wanted to smell the print and feel the texture as I turned each page.

 

It was a nice day and I set out on foot to the library. It wasn’t very crowded. Maybe a handful of people. I wandered into the fiction and started looking over all the spines of books, trying to decide which one I wanted to sample. I had the aisle all to myself.

 

I felt someone behind me. Before I could say anything or turn around, he covered my mouth with his warm strong hand. I was pulled back against a solid figure.

 

“Say nothing. Just do as you’re told.” I hadn’t heard that voice in a long time and I closed my eyes with a nod.

 

I could hear him, all those years ago, whispering in my ear, “What do you want… tell me… come for me.”

 

“That’s a good girl.” He breathed softly in my ear and raked his teeth along my neck just below. I shivered and he removed his hand from my mouth.

 

I soon felt his fingers slide up under my skirt.

 

“I need you to relax your body, Pet.”

 

I complied and felt a cool wetness against my anus. I gasped and spread my legs a little as he worked a couple of fingers inside my ass. My arms reached for the book shelf in front of me. I let out a small moan and he reached up to my chin with his free hand, coaxing my head to lay back on his shoulder. He held my throat gently and lowered his face over mine, barely breathing a kiss over my lips.

 

“Such a good little whore.” His words danced across my mouth followed by his lips.

 

He was tasting my lower lip as if it were a piece of smooth chocolate; first with his tongue, then teeth. I was frozen in place feeling his fingers moving slowly inside me, stretching me. His mouth torturing mine. His hand left my neck and, moments later, I felt something more firm than fingers, penetrating my tight asshole.

 

“Keep this in, go to women’s room and wait for me in the first stall.”

 

“Yes, Sir.” I was panting and he kissed me roughly before walking away.

 

Suddenly there was a buzzing sensation in my ass and my legs trembled, heading to the restroom. I could hardly walk. It stopped and started a few times as I moved. I made it to the first stall and went in, still panting. Soon I saw his shoes in front of the stall and I opened the door. He closed and locked it behind him and immediately drew me against him. He reached up and pulled my hair and head back.


He gazed into my eyes. I was enthralled, just as I had been all those years ago. I released another moan that crescendoed into a broken cry as the vibrations continued and became stronger. He kissed me roughly again, stifling the sound of my voice.

 

“You will not come until I tell you to, Pet. Understood?”

 

“Yes, Sir.” I whined softly.

 

“I was going to have you suck on my cock, but I think I’d rather shove it in that pussy I’ve been missing so much. After I’ve spent myself inside you… then I’ll have you lick me clean.”

 

I nodded and he draped my arms over his shoulders. Pushing me back against the wall of the stall he unfastened his pants and let them fall. He pulled both legs up around his waist as I clung to him. His hands supported my ass as he entered me slowly. Small deliberate thrusts until his entire length filled me. I could feel myself already nearing climax, with the plug vibrating and now his cock nestled deep. I pushed against him… or tried to, as he rolled his hips against mine, grinding. I heard him groan and then he whispered,

“What do you want?”

 

I gasped and moaned in frustration. “You.”

 

He stopped moving and held me still. “Tell me.”

 

I knew what he wanted me to say. I could hardly think, let alone form sentences. “I want you to fuck my wet pussy, hard, Sir.” I panted, “I want you to fill me with cum so that it drips out of me all day, Sir”

 

He thrust a couple more times and started to grind again and I threw my head back in near tears.

 

“Anything else you would like? Are you ready to beg for release, pet?”

 

His head lowered into my neck and suddenly he started thrusting hard and fast. I felt my legs shuddering and pussy quivering. I was about to come.

 

“Oh god, Sir!! Please… Please may I come?”

 

He thrust a few more times and groaned biting into my neck, bruising my flesh.

 

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you correctly.”

 

“Please!!! I’m about…God …Sir I need to come, please!!!”

 

“Come, my kinky little bitch! Soak my cock in your sweet juices!”

 

That was it. He continued thrusting and I arched my back into the moment as I clung to his shoulders. I felt him explode inside of me just as my whole body stiffened and I cried out. I didn’t care who might hear. A few more slow thrusts and then I slumped onto him. Panting. He pulled out and let my legs down. Immediately, I dropped to my knees and took his slick member into my mouth, sucking it clean.

 

 

 

5 years ago. February 1, 2019 at 3:16 PM

But Ima do it anyway....

November Rain by Guns N’ Roses

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
Nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain, oo yeah
But love is always coming and love is always going
And no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away
If we could take the time
To lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
Then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain
Do you need some time on your own
Do you need some time all alone
Everybody needs some time
On their own
Don't you know you need some time all alone
I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you
Sometimes I need some time on my
Own
Sometimes I need some time all alone
Everybody needs some time
On their own
Don't you know you need some time all alone
And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain, oh yeah
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain
Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one
Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody

 

5 years ago. January 31, 2019 at 8:11 PM

I Want it All by Depeche Mode

 

I see a river
It's oceans that I want
You have to give me everything
But everything's not enough
It's my desire
To give myself to you
Sometimes
Sometimes I try
Sometimes I lie with you
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I die it's true
Somewhere I find something that's kind in you
And I've crossed the line again
A line I drew in sand
And still you give me everything
But everything's not enough
I'm ready but not willing
To give myself to you
Sometimes
Come on over lay down beside me
And I'll try
Come on over lay down beside me
And I'll try
And I'll try
I want it all

5 years ago. January 31, 2019 at 6:52 AM

I have discovered that there were some things that I needed to tweak on my profile and ... no ...they weren’t nipples. I don’t have any nipples on or in my profile ... well none showing.  

 

Have you ever composed something you felt was so thought out at the time ... then months later ... you go back and you stumble on a few sentences that just sound so awful and pretentious?  I know I can be pretentious at times ... But I clearly don’t like waving little flags in my profile to put folks off.  

 

I like being meticulously honest with my thoughts.  I have probably used the terms “meticulously honest” before... giving advice or whatever... it’s very important to me to be transparent.  

Naturally ... as I have discovered things about myself... I had to change stuff.