Madness rules the pen, freedom of speech not even a concept what the muse says goes, just give in to the inky blows, dip that quill in bloody tears color it with apricot custard dawning's ravage erotica's blissful yearnings crack a rib on that funny bone if you fight the urges, you'll end up on the chopping block writer's imagination arrested don't piss off the muse,
A mass of words is the writers' Mind Puppeteer . without IT we're empty, without it we're limp as a leaf in pain. You express what needs to be said, advice well given should be well used. You're the one, missus.
'.. dip that quill in bloody tears ~ color it with apricot custard dawning's ~ ravage erotica's blissful yearnings.. '
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Lovin' mind puppeteer petulia, grazie mille my sweet friend....
Often wonder, if it not sanity that guides us, through an insane world, which people refuse to acknowledge this. Or have the truth exposed before them. Just my two cents worth.
This is so true. Utter madness. I find myself lost in thoughts like these often and I want that song as a ringtone. lol Nice work and thanks for sharing your talent with us.
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Haha, thanks I thought the music was apopos, yep, utter madness indeed, jazz'd you enjoy'd joshua. ;.. read moreHaha, thanks I thought the music was apopos, yep, utter madness indeed, jazz'd you enjoy'd joshua. ;-)
I like this: reminds me of the poem I wrote about my muse going fishing.
Yeah, it sucked, but, it's cause my muse was fishing. I have no other excuses.
Put on something red, Muses like red.
Trace
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Ha will do, mine goes out dancing without me, silly muse, thanks Trace.
A mass of words is the writers' Mind Puppeteer . without IT we're empty, without it we're limp as a leaf in pain. You express what needs to be said, advice well given should be well used. You're the one, missus.
'.. dip that quill in bloody tears ~ color it with apricot custard dawning's ~ ravage erotica's blissful yearnings.. '
Posted 10 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
10 Years Ago
Lovin' mind puppeteer petulia, grazie mille my sweet friend....
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..