The wasp
penetrates
and the rose too
I press my face into this life
and on fluttering petals they find my portal
they sting and sing
in glorious waves
of mystery, the rose the wasp
and propel a gyroscopic spin
on my ribbons
my universe
they travel
I am
space
and these intoxicants are journeying through stars
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
The Poetry Monarch.
I write things you may like
Texas Outlaw Poet
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Once lost
Silver Poetry 
Simply beautiful!
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Thankyou Barbara x
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I’m spun…riding through your stars for sure…a most dreamy painting…as if made up of stars…love it!xo
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I love to spin you x
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Dynamite ending!
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Thanks! I felt pretty free in the middle of that sentence 🙂
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Such a wonderful body of work!!
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thanks for noticing 😉
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I really like the figure in this painting. Beautiful. Very interesting way to represent space and form.
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Thankyou, It was the beginning of a very different work! x
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constellations lecturing her disposition . . . she hips better now
gently turning upward
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yes …there is a new freedom in her hips…one I am winding toward…
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ah – absolutely love!
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Wow! I love your stuff. “They sting and sing” sings!
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Thankyou! I love that you read it 😉
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i am intrigued as to what is going to appear on your site!
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I don’t follow?
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when i click on your name in this comment box it goes to an empty site called ‘pure colonic’ something weird is going on maybe the link is funny….I have tried a couple of times to get in via these comments but no luck!….
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Thanks. I will work the bugs out.
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Thank you. Was not sure if you got to read from the new address, hence the confusion.
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So very wonderful, the image provided and the image imagined. You are a beautiful soul. 🙂
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Thankyou sweet heart, the reflection shines
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Very evocative and not something that you would normally think about.
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no, wasp stung me which initiated the poetry!
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