Halitosis

Maudlin and maithering, oblique hands intrude and separate; the press of oppress  as a new  hope moves from joy to  indifferent wanderings in a brave new year. He blocks my breath and rapes my joy. Oh the malignant pea-cockery of  this malevolent  boy. MB

Get me out of here

Stress points erupting in work non-bliss as the joyful positive of a new year looks on.











© MB

Audit atomic, halitosis and other things

Lines one does not cross, rough passage and sharp cuts,
the bruising kind admired from a distance, like the last connect with regret between it’s  legs.
My friendly executioner; bloody deep in movements that must never be. Friends and has-beens that pass and meet. MB

2016 challenge

Crystal warrior+ activated love army rising

He groomed his contacts with Ben and Jerrys dividing the world into those he would feed and those he would not. MB

Scott monster and the braggart of the deep

" The wild and instinctual nature means "to establish territory, to find one's pack, to be in one's body with certainty and pride regardless of the body's gifts and limitations, to speak and act in one's behalf, to be aware, alert, to draw on the innate feminine powers of intuition and sensing, to come into one's cycles, to find what one belongs to, to rise with dignity, to retain as much consciousness as we can."


"the Dangerous Wild Woman - a woman who has found the wild nature, runs with the inner wolves, has a soul life, is creative, intuitive - all the aspects of the wild nature Estes wrote about in WWRWTW.. As we pass the age of 50, life changes anyway. But now this movement into the second half of life carries a wild flavor to it.
I believe it is a different archetype from the Wild Woman or the Crone. It carries that element of Danger that is reflected in cultural stories where old women are depicted as frightening because of their wisdom and power."

No breathable outcomes

The mind has died in it’s own life. A battered broken falling  down .crashing over options never thought about. A rage that lasts, like the breath in the mouth of the beast.  Yes  the rage lasts, darkening within it’s own borders  til the end of everything.  MB