Disheartened End

A wretched sea of sorrow spatters on the rocky shore of my soul
splashing loutish droplets of regret in my face like cosmic tears of despair

A weeping cosmos,
unable to save me from the rushing waters of the broken dams of time

Treading in the boorish ocean of discontented passion,
I founder as I strive to grasp a lifesaving fragment of empathetic ardor

Choking in the salty sea of solitude, I gasp for breath,
suffocating in the swells of missed opportunities
drowning in the lucid abyss of disenchanted dreams

No sign of calming waters
no sun betwixt the clouds
no sight of passing ships that might cast out a thread of hope

If only time could be reversed
and the pathways of the past be sauntered in a different light
perhaps the journey would not have come to such disheartened end

((()))

Namaste

Snuggles back, making homemade popcorn 'cause microwave is just tooo glib and quickly scarfed, for the epic tale of life I feel about to unfold. Yes, I'll quit squirming! Do continue please.......................

T'was this your sneaky way of saying, "You ain't dead yet!"

Life the perfect storm...

Throwing {{{Abra}}} a life preserver

may beeeee and if ya think I'm too prideful to beg for a wonderful story (which I know you have in you) ------ guess again, mon ami!

I could share with you my dreams and an infinity of themes
but that would send you screaming with desire

A fire of expectation burning unconstrained
consuming the ambitions of your soul

Better that I leave you in the winds of ambiguity
fluttering with vacillating fate

For mystery is misery only when its known
like a river when it merges with a lake

How sad, but beautiful...

You are amazing my friend!

Ohh bardic heart,
souls of many have I met
who wish to meet and plunder
The very heart of mystery's many many secrets.

With song and dance,
they throw noose and lance
in an attempt to harness her prowess.

Only to find, had they been but kind,
she'd gladly lend simply by honest request.

Things end so a new beginning can be born ...

Sucks when we are in it though

Pass the popcorn girlfriend ... I am waiting for the sequel...

holy double post batman! What is up with this mouse this week ...


sorry ...

Passes popcorn as requested (yup, made a fresh batch), cola or ice tea?

Iced tea ... thank you daaahling

ditto,sending hugs

((( James ))))

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh as for the popcorn,, I need an extra side of butter.....

Yummyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Ice Tea

Ok, I think you guys are right.

I'm dying spiritually only to be born again. (let's not take that too literally with respect to any specific religious mythologies though, ok?) I mean, even eastern mystics used this metaphor long before people started burning and nailing witches and heathens on stakes, if you get my drift.

I do seem to be entering into a new phase of being.

You'ins people have been inspiring me to make a difference in the world even if it's just a teeny tiny bit in my own little Mr. Roger's neighborhood of reality.



I've even been thinking about starting to experiment with alcohol.

Not to worry, I don't intend to get drunk. However, I might start sipping a little champagne from the Goddess' chalice when I cast my magick circles.



Just to take the edge off of physical reality and allow me to fall into the infinite abyss of Her divine bossom.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh a toast,, Yummyyyyyyyyyyyyyy I raise my cup of Teaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa And toast to you Jamessssssssssssss and your Magickkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Circlessssssssssssssss of Life,,,,Metapho---icalllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy speaking,

A Toast:::::::::::::::::::::: to the Abyss of her Divine Bossommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,,,,,

((( Mr Abra ))))

ohhhh dear, then again........

Boobs? How did we get back to boobs?



James I view it kinda like a phoenix ... reborn from its own ashes ...


or a butterfly borne from the dying caterpillar ...




No matter how many times I do it though ... I always hate the dying