Timely drippings

Here is that emergency entry that you have all been craving...the one disjointed pleading, desperate and yet still the most sensible thing that you have ever read in you entire life..All it is is honest emotional expression. Not that I have anything to say today. Are things getting better, or are they getting worse? Have I lost all fragments of imagination, due to karmic gas leaks, or have said leaks merely purified you beloved, yet defiant author into a ghastly, molten Stepford Hunter S Thompson. Only time will tell, and of course its not talking. So what do you have to say? I seem to do all the talking here, due to the possibly irrelevant fact that this happens to be my blog. Not talking either, eh, well that just suits me fine..Perhaps it must be time for some poetry then...when all else fails, try poetry, or WD40...or maybe a little of both.

Soul Mate

Blush red
When I try to see you
Turing away from the promise of soul
Made in heaven for each other
Or at least for a match or a mate

I am exhilarated when I think
Of all the possibilities ahead
Then there is nothing in the future
And I wonder will I continues to live
On this flat emotionless imageless plane

If only this reality were stocked with everything
We need only what we think we really deserve
Love and all its expressions
Laying on shelves in an orderly fashion
What could that mean? Could it be a person?
Or only God- what a let down
Or nature, beautifully consuming itself for the amusement
Of all living beings.

I am smiling and laughing
As my soul cries and stabs itself
Opening another dimension
Exactly the same as this one
But almost imperceptibly darker

I drag myself to the temple
Collapse at the altar
Not of sacrifice, but of relief
Love lives, after all!
But, just for a moment, do some dark lines
Creep along your smile, behind you eyes?
I do not know.