1. "

    This is not fantasy, this is our life.
    We are the characters
    who have invaded the moon,
    who cannot stop their computers.
    We are the gods who can unmake
    the world in seven days.

    Both hands are stopped at noon.
    We are beginning to live forever,
    in lightweight, aluminum bodies
    with numbers stamped on our backs.
    We dial our words like Muzak.
    We hear each other through water.

    The genre is dead. Invent something new.
    Invent a man and a woman
    naked in a garden,
    invent a child that will save the world,
    a man who carries his father
    out of a burning city.
    Invent a spool of thread
    that leads a hero to safety,
    invent an island on which he abandons
    the woman who saved his life
    with no loss of sleep over his betrayal.

    Invent us as we were
    before our bodies glittered
    and we stopped bleeding:
    invent a shepherd who kills a giant,
    a girl who grows into a tree,
    a woman who refuses to turn
    her back on the past and is changed to salt,
    a boy who steals his brother’s birthright
    and becomes the head of a nation.
    Invent real tears, hard love,
    slow-spoken, ancient words,
    difficult as a child’s
    first steps across a room.

    "
    — Lisel Mueller - The End of Science Fiction (via foxandthefawn)
     

  2. Missing In Action but Still Alive

    Dear all / anyone who still follows me.?

    I have been quiet for so long now that I don’t even know if anyone will read this. I have maintained my erratic lifestyle for the past year or so - extreme highs and suicidal drops. The death of Shedding Petals (some of you followed her, I think) had a major impact on my mental health. She was one of the most prestigious young talents that it has been my privilege to read and to know that her words were so desperate, so despondent, and that I didn’t react to them has left a residual guilt. I pray that she is at peace and that her next life-cycle is a happier one.

    Anyway, I decided to leave this blog as it is - the hiatus in time is too great a gulf to bridge - and have started a new one named ‘magpiesandrainbows’. I would greatly appreciate any support, advice, constructive criticism that you can offer. 

    Love, light and peace 

    D

     

  3. being human

    puzzlingpemberley:

    people were born from hypocrisy 

    we are cruel

    we are loving

    we are selfish

    we are altruistic

    we are imbeciles

    we are brilliant

    we are mortal

    we are infinite

    so what else could we be but human?

     

  4. My latest ‘interrogator’ is French and speaks English with a heavy accent. He mumbles his thoughts on me into a recorder, speaking in his native tongue.

    What he has failed to realise, or read from my notes, is that I speak fluent French.

    "Un imbécile enseigne le farceur"

     

  5. Just because I am a Jester who wears harlequin

    and I face the world with twisted smile

    does not mean I am a fool! 

    "ne me traitez pas en tant que clown"

     

  6. And in the end..

    whatlovelybones:

    I am done with you now. You shall hold no more power in my universe, nor shall you occupy even one more moment of my time, one more beat of my heart. Was it worth it? Not particularly…

     

  7. Chaos City

    etherlighter:

    This damn city! Do suppress the brickman-
    He thinks he’d build a tranquil Castle in the Air.
    But he’s as crazy as the fervent children
    Putting plastic trinkets in their hair!

    What do we adorn! Oh, litter, hills, dales-
    Chaos does prevail. With a broom, no one
    Drags our war to heaven, and streets weeping
    With the bare remainder of the broken sun.

    (Source: etherlighter)

     

  8. Yellow

    etherlighter:

    Tendrils trace the tender branches,
    Limbs that loop around ten suns.
    Dandelion rise, hot currents
    Waft as strings around each one.

    Weeping honey for the punters,
    Choir of the supple sound.
    Drenched and dry the trees are yellow;
    Simple yellow all around.

    Chains of perfect pipes skim students,
    Leaking galvanized arrays!
    Yellow willow hollow mellow-
    Smile on the mayor’s face.

    (Source: etherlighter)

     
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  10. Nomadic mariners set adrift  
         faceless names in failing ships  
              endless tacks with little breeze  
    lonely barques on a cyber sea. 

    Two bows brush in darkest night  
         two hands touch in briefest flight  
              two souls meet unwittingly 
    explorers adrift on a cyber sea. 

    Two crafts merge as a single ship 
         wanderers joined in passion’s grip  
              undiscovered ghostly entities  
    loosely anchored on a cyber sea.

    Grasping sailors cling ‘til dawn 

       when both breath and site are gone.

          Love’s mystery carved out so brutally 

    forever separated on a cyber sea.

    Spectral lovers fleeing their pasts  
         two bleak futures lashed to the mast  
              return to port as love’s debris 
    floating…..burning on a cyber sea. 

     

  11. I’m exhausted, love…utterly worn down, ground down, ground to dust. 
    I don’t need to be held so much as inhaled. 
    Rolled in. Dusted over your skin after a long hot bath. I want you 
    to walk about in the world lightly scented 
    with a fine, dry coating of me all over, smoothing your skin.

    I want there to be nothing left behind of me 
    when you get up and dress again, to 
    play a vanishing act, that’s what, 
    by sinking into your pores.

    And you’d blow the specks of dust all back 
    together again after you’ve gone past customs at the end… 
    and kiss my lips back into warm, beating life… 
    I think I could want that, at length. 
    Reconstitution. After a suitable amount of mindless, selfless repose 
    within and all over you.

     

  12. If I touch you,
    Could your lips draw closed for a time
    And your mind open up enough to feel
    the power of my spirit touching you through
    the gentle caress of my hands.

    If I touch you,
    my mouth against the gentle curve of your neck
    Could you resist the desire to
    scream out my name
    and allow your soul to call out to mine

    If I touch you,
    My hands kneading your breast
    Caressing you as gently as a
    Tender babe nestled there
    Could you lay in the stillness
    As the fire begins to rage inside
    And nature calls you and I to a beautiful, wonderful dance
    As natural as the breath we breathe

    If I touch you…and I long to touch you
    And whisper to you, 
    And my hands find their way to the
    sweet fullness of your ample thighs
    And my hands find the core of you
    Wet, tingling, alive
    Like a warm river in summer
    Echoing life, filled with passion

    Could you simply close your eyes and take me inside
    Your life, your love, your being
    Completely, totally, eternally

    Simply…
    If I Touch You

     

  13. Your touches are lingering twilight, 
    purple-smudged on valley edges. 
    Your fingers walk like trees on the spines 
    of my back, porcupine tickles and teases.

    Your mouth is a separate place, 
    a quiet dwelling in the rushes. 
    Otter-sleek, your tongue slides into hollows, 
    hides, and seeks a maple sweetness.

    Your hands are webs and nests 
    places to come home. Rest beneath 
    The protective shell of knuckles and fine bones; 
    a network of skill and grace.

    You are my native land, and I 
    am new territory to conquer and claim. 
    Together we make a new-leaf bed 
    in the treetops of encroaching night.

     

  14. Fingertips
    locked in a mutual trance
    nerve endings throbbing 
    with pornographic designs
    straining insistent
    tumescent against skin
    swelling chafing 
    at the finger’s binding ring
    cursing
    cursing
    but keeping
    the plain brown wrapper of propriety.

    A mere touch 
    in the visible universe
    an imperceptible flutter held
    three breaths longer than proper
    raining fireballs
    bright as Oppenheimer’s suns
    melting ice caps 
    from north pole to south
    in the frozen geography
    of the unseen universe in me.

     

  15. Anonymous said: The "You" in your writings, it seems like its someone you care about a lot. Their quite lucky to have you.

    YOU is probably the kindest person it has been my pleasure to know but, just at the moment, both our lives are a little askew. Emotions run high when other pressures are introduced but I am sure we will work it out and be much the stronger for it.

    Thank you so much for the compliment!!