euphoria and lack of control

[creativesoul]

sometimes it would seem
that my ability to bring seasoning and smoke to
the fire
appears like a friend, after a long time of wondering what happened to them
surprisingly, almost an apparition,
spooked and moist, wind in my hair
stories and spirits seem to walk in and out of the walls
some waving like a farmer and his family
driving on,,,,,,,,,,,,the deer ............ baking bread, while the kids get into trouble, others are like hollywood steamy sultry bedroom scenes that conjour up a mysterious liasion
zuit suits
and wild hats
beaded dresses, red lips and white face powder
i have to wonder
how did i get here, this very afternoon
like a blackout
a taxi to the sandy dessert, bones of the past waking up
stretching and yawning
in this world people are talking about job openings and benefits
nothing makes much sense

although we are speaking
i am in the year 1927
the sheets are yellowed, sepia like grainy film, fast motion
i can feel my clothes being removed by a man that looks friendly, handsome and sincere
his wife has on a corset and high heeled boots
i am eroticly convulsing with pleasure as the mundane things of this level appear and disappear

when i return to being present
i am painting
there are colors that transcend, the wicked, the judgement, the "othered" gentry, all of what i had thought yesterday has gone away
i lost the reasons why I could not love you
many novels later
i traced the existance of a chance to try

euphoria is an act of the mind?
or is it intentional, perhaps hormonal. they also call it the artist s mind
what shall i call it?

[Diana Moon Glampers]

euphoria is an act of the mind?
or is it intentional, perhaps hormonal. they also call it the artist s mind
what shall i call it?

Call it pain call it pleasure
Call it suffering or desire
Call it joy call it sorrow
Call it a flower
Call it rose

Call it being poly polymorphously perverse

polymorphous perverse

ADJECTIVE: Characterized by or displaying sexual tendencies that have no specific direction, as in an infant or young child, but that may evolve into acts that are regarded as perversions in adults.

have to wonder
how did i get here, this very afternoon
like a blackout
a taxi to the sandy dessert, bones of the past waking up
stretching and yawning
in this world people are talking about job openings and benefits
nothing makes much sense

That was fantastic writing thanks C soul

"There is someone else's misery in every dollar we earn."

[stilltrucking]

how did i get here, this very afternoon

turn on your TV
Soon or later someone will answer all your questions

I am so out of control
I think I am sitting here typing this


That was wonderful writing creative soul

Thanks

They say (Nietzsche I guess) power is the most basic instinct. All I can think of is Ann Sexton when Jesus Suckled. I have bad thoughts of reason and Freud. Got dam Oedipus complex. I suppose it is the same for girls, this mother love, the first other that we know and the one first we seek power over. But you can say My Mother Myself. I am fortunate to have a sister, much easier to deal with than the one who bore me. My sister myself. I am not too smart about our father.

[creativesoul]

they tell me that my hands will not HOLD onto THINGS
if you look at my palm in the sun
there is sunlight that passes thru the fingers
i have asked many times empty handed
and a few too many times
when my hands were full- to fill the places left alone
by dreams and color and tile; cool with plants and hot tea

a lil voice said 'but you are here because you could not BE THERE anymore'
but ..
'why?'
why does this energy come and move me
take me over
like red shoes
the bees are attracted to honey
when stung
the swelling fills the spot
nectar provides and expanded universe

[saw]

good stuff c-soul