She sounded out in a jocular fashion,
ranting and raving as she danced.
One never knows what will come.
when pugged into the vortex of creative forces.

MAYBE, today she will walk singing purposely out of tune
with words that make no sense, for people to appreciate the gift of language.
PERHAPS, she will wear her cloths backwards and carry an umbrella opened on a sunny day, for people to appreciate the sunshine.
PERCHANCE she will have that urge to climb a ladder to no where to water the concrete, for people to remember to water their dreams as they move in city.

People might think she had too much coffee or ****, and back away.
                                                  but I know better.
Passerby's might think she was ****** or had a few screws loose,
                                                  but I know better.
Residents might even go so far as to label her and escort her to a white padded room,                         but I know better.

I KNOW, she's a master under the cloak of insanity here to teach all.
I KNOW, she is a creative genius allowing us to possibly step out of our narrow boxes in mind if we just try.
I KNOW, we can learn from her, if we awake and dare to open our minds and hearts.

I prefer to watch with a students eyes to the guru present.
For I would rather celebrate the one who in the moment moves in whimsical fashion.
Yes I choose to release judgement and move joyfully connected with all.
And perhaps, once I integrated fully her attitude and mannerisms just maybe I will be the one who wears the precious label of wacky.  

Then, I will know I am in my heart, connected to my creative self,
and the divine.


StarBG © 2017

I see all these things going on inside you
wouldn't it be good to just let go?
We can benefit from one another emotions don't have to stay bottled up until you explode

I can be your outlet
and you can be mine

I'll carry your burden for you
in the marks that you leave

When you do it
I want you to think of these things
That spark such emotion
Until you feel relief
in the sight of my battered flesh

I want to be your release
your peace, and solace

My tears
Sweet to the taste
So you don't have to shed yours

And I will love you for it
for all of it
To show you your worth

I marvel at you
Your strength and resilience
Your character and your kindness
To me you are a wonder
Undeniably, a beautiful fracture

But to show you the way...
It is as natural for you
As flight is to the bird
yet you resist

I can sense the rage in you
for my bad behavior
You must show me my way
and through that
you shall find yours.

It takes trial and error
to master the art
of keeping my flame
burning

and once you do
you'll learn
to fall in love
with fire

even if it
burns

You approached me with a smile by holding a knife behind your back.
You made sure your words felt like home, only to burn it down slowly and calmly.
You made me believe you are different from others, only to realise later that you are con master in disguise.

The ruination of a twenty minute piece,
only two stanzas in verse but a  Michelangelo
of verse, but in full discontent it crashed
and my art became white washed into oblivion...

I swigged three vodkas at the nothingness that
stared back, there are some that are creations
never to be repeated, an amnesia of vison
but all I got was a 502 reload **** that...

Exposed and bare
Standing there
Following your demands
Your treasured possession
Object of obsession
Waiting for your commands

A slave for my master
A beautiful disaster
Submissive, wanting to obey
Torment and tease or
Worship and please
I'm yours in every way

You start off slow,
From my head to my toes
Covering my body with kisses
Working wonders with your mouth
Lingering as your lips go south
"Mmmmmm you taste delicious"

My hands are bound behind my back
You give my *** a nice hard smack
Whispering in my ear "you're mine"
You place a blindfold over my eyes
Your fingers slip between my thighs
Oh god sir, I'm on cloud nine!

Your cat of nine tails across my ****,
"On your knees you ***** ****"
My eyes light up when he greets me
He's like a rock,
Your big, beautiful ****
I take him in my mouth completely

My tongue dances wildly
To put it mildly
He is glistening from my spit
Enclosed in my lips,
Your hands on my hips
You signal for me to quit

He's throbbing, she's aching
You make me start begging
"Please sir, I need him now!"
"Bend over and take him *****"
As you ******, I start to twitch
Oh. My. God. Sir. Wow!

"Please don't stop sir! Harder! Faster"
"Wait for it *****, *** with your master"
Exploding like dynamite, we succumb
To feelings of ******,
Our mutual fantasy,
Into pure oblivion