take off your makeup
and your clothes
rid yourself
of fear that clutters
your god’s markmaking
slough off the murky bitter
the security blankets that shroud you
like oppression
like religion
kick the habit
wear your skin like the fucking fleshly vestment that it is
pay tribute to your creative force
the life painter
the lover who kisses
moment after moment after precious endless moment
proud of the time it took to reach now
feeling you exquisitely
from the inside
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
material
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
Daily blog posts on life, death, and everything in between.
JEFF CALLAWAY
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.
Few people ever acquire the state of being “real” around others and many not even with themselves.
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I feel like once we are being real with ourselves we start naturally being more real with others …. but it is a survival thing so I understand the difficulty… I think it is lifetimes of work to find that kind of self acceptance
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