crudite one

FEEL



Lectures draining life

Feelings bearing strife



Angles measuring mind

Angels losing kind



Sexual peaks made

Angry freaks jade



Best is letting go

Wise to make a flow



As love disappears

Stay near raving queers



Gasoline shocks stares

Move under the flares



[Ventilate/don't mutilate

Winter's now here/sensibility, not fear

Touchy-Feely

Pure Thought


Like throwing acid at someone's face
Like inventing the hydrogen bomb
Like throwing up razor blades
(I had that dream)



Feelings do something else
Like hearing
Like being
Like hearing yourself be

Words from Home

Deosil
Widdershins

Varieties

Establishing a friendship

Ecstasy for love



[Say it]

Peace





Me doing well, and gratitude to all who have had patience for me.


Saying it, meaning it.





I seem to have been afraid to ask,

Where does the Goddess act as I do?

The answer is, a person

Blessed Be,


Rose de la Murray

Fooled You

Ha! I was going to write more on the subject of my intrepid heroine Murray, but I've decided to write about myself, cstar!

I am saddened and disturbed/distressed at the moment. It seems that no matter what effort I make, no matter what pressure I put on myself, I make everything terribly confused, chaotic and difficult for myself and others.

I am occasionally able to reach for the happiness inside myself (beginning yesterday) but there's always something...

e.g., Miss JKH saying she wouldn't want to contact me about living anywhere near her.

You'd have to know what happened, and then I would have to reveal the identities of some of those who read my blog and their friends, which I won't do.

I really truly hope that with all of the tensions, stresses, uncertainties and imminent destruction in the air, that I can resolve the emotional issues I have, which are primarily NOT MY FAULT and somehow make relationships with people who truly care about me NO MATTER WHAT.

So, love always,

cstarmare

P.S., I thank the Goddess for what I have.

A Jurassic Jaunt

Murray crouched in frigid horror as the Pteranodon screeched like an eagle ready to gut its cowering victim. The flying reptile descended with talons outstretched and leathery wings cutting through the overheated air.

What to do, thought Murray as she dived behind a boulder. Is this oversharpened osprey a symbol of my desperate plight, or do I get up and slice its neck with my knife like a restaurauteur about to show a leg of lamb to an eager customer?

Quickly, she rose up and grasped at the Pternaodon's scaly legs while aiming for the flapping edge of its left wingt. The talons swifly ripped at her limbs and back but she held on as she cut a ragged hole in the fearsome dinosaur's exposed membrane. Rapidly the monster began to tumble toward the ground strewn with just-cooled lava and pumice one hundred feet below.

"I'm happy because I like to be!" called Murray to the universe as she rolled herself into a tight ball preparing to hit land. As she and the reptile fell side by side she caught the look of dead terror in its eyes. 1-2-3 she counted, then felt the surprising splash of sulfurous water. "I'm a world of feelings and I know it!" she thought as she reached the bottom of the shallow pool which was just deep enough to support her and her emotional work. As she came to float on the surface, she laughed aloud in delight swimming toward the nearest spot of earth, where she saw the dinosaur's corpse lie.

Next:

WEB OF GUILT

Your Poetry Corner

In the moment

I'm a grasshopper
In an American scientist's cage.
His name is John Smith.
What was I before this,
I wonder, but he knows me as I am now:

The species, the genus, the family,
boxed for examination.

Later, he meets his lover.
John asks, what will I be after this?

I think the answer ought to be
Slow in coming.

Poetry: The Lost Days

Dear Readers,

Had a pretty good poem I wanted to blog, but I seem not to have brought it here to the Library, so here's one of the mediocre ones for your persual.

What I know:

Hell is sex

A place where
boys cry

A place where
doves sigh

A place where
fiends try

A home for
"gently..."


Thank you, thank you.

I'm feeling extremely distant from my mother.

Trying very hard for the Goddess to prevail.

I guess I must learn to trust.

May your days be full of beauty.

Love
cstar

What I Love

Stillness/Meditation

Leisure

The feel of being in my body

Telling jokes

Listening to jokes

Dancing

Looking sexy, beautiful

Writing

having money to buy ?

Making friends

Discussing emotions

Philosophy

Poetry

Being by the sea or the mountains

Sex/masturbation

Electric fans

Reading

Having a place of my own

Looking out windows

Listening to/helping people

Trying to be a better person

Watching news

Hoping to learn about the environment/my body

Walking

Friends

Lovers

Clothes/Makeup/Hair

Houses, cars

Freedom

Love

Magic

I briefly note that the above list is not etched in stone, and I reserve the right to add to or delete from it.

Thanks!!!!

Love, c*

Have a good one

Today's a great day, it's all headed my way
tomorrow's not yet come and yesterday's far away.

Forever and ever, be happy.





That's all for now.

Love, c*