Let the Sleeping Monster Rest in Peace

First published in my blog, http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com, on August 2 , 2018.

Buried deep inside
In a corner dark
Lurks the monster
Trying to rip my soul apart.

Winter’s Weeping

I only wish that this could stay…

the yellow’s that are found in May.

A “Frustration Expectation” Limerick

Life may be like a box of chocolates – you never know what you’re going to get. And sometimes, Life is just like a box of chocolates that has been sitting in the car in Houston all day in August. Then you do know what you’re going to get – a sticky mess that you need to clean up. You can piss and moan and blame someone for it, but none of that changes the fact that the mess isn’t going away until somebody does something about it.

Muse Misery and Ecstasy

Muses can often be

The most horrible teases

Before finally sharing

Something that pleases!

–Russ Towne

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A hot cup of tea

Do you ever get days
When your mind’s not in gear
They come along sometimes
Once or twice in a year
You can’t settle to anything
Concentration’s a chore
And you can’t really remember
What your day was all for.

Too Late

Fool! All that time you had to tell him,
All those ways to show you care.
What exactly did you think would
Happen, if your soul you did lay bare?

Talk to the hand

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Talk to the hand the face ain’t listening .

Don’t get that close to me I can see the tiny hairs on your neck bristling!

Screaming at me like that is just so pointless

I have done nothing wrong so why cause me so much distress.

I know every time I open my mouth

I say something wrong and then the whole day goes south.

Inside Me

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I am a fret work,patchwork,lost soul of a girl.

I am pigtail, full bangs short skirt thrown into a whirl.

I am a big bust, tight arsed see through boiling pot of lust!

I am a thigh high patent  leather boots of “come on”..now don’t feign disgust!

I am a black eyed, raggy dress, sexy legs in stripy socks.

Purple lips curvy hips legs akimbo over the back of a chair

throw my head back wash your chest with my hair.

Dancing in my head.

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You will not lose that curvature and  your figure will never be the same and I am sorry to say, dear, you need to get used to that pain.

Looking out the window I heard the words they said  but I was miles away by then dancing in my head .

When I get tired-out walking dragging through rain or snow their words creep back to bug me but I’ll work hard and all of them  I’ll show.