Heart and soul suicide...

Too many of us are dying inside. 

This touched me deeply. 

http://www.upworthy.com/a-stunning-blonde-blue-eyed-freshman-sits-next-to-him-in-church-things-dont-go-the-way-hed-like?c=gt1

Eternal Embrace

Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali

Eternally entwined

In a saltation divine,

Captured mid-step

By a genius adept.

Venus, with your glamour,

I am truly enamoured

To be evermore en-laced

In your glorious embrace.

posted for Magpie Tales

photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid

Miscommunication

Friendship, love, compassion -- Simply basic understanding and acceptance. How do we so often complicate, unintentionally, Our sacred, simple sanctuous connections? Twisted and contorted, the words set out in discourse, Turned into landmines and barbed wire to snare. Can words not be just taken at face value? Language - thousands of years yet still imperfect. Is it better to say nothing? Better to not communicate? Better to isolate? A different kind of pain. Isolation - silence is not golden. Which is worse?

The Circus With the Yellow Clown, 1967, Marc Chagall

The life of a circus clown... so happy, so gay.

How much better than this can it get, you say?

My lot in life is to entertain without fail.

Night after night... no repose, no curtail

Frock of frills in a carefree yellow hue

Hides my true colour inside which is blue.

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The Bounty

The Meal, 1891, by Paul Gauguin

Our stomachs pang for nutrition;

Our muscles, skin and bones, proper sustenance.

Our tongues want for the succulent flavours;

Our noses, the decadent aromas.

Our eyes search for the vibrant colours,

Our fingers, the variants of texture.

No matter how bountiful the harvest, however,

There is nothing more nourishing than the company

of beloved family and friends.

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Ink Well

Magpie Photo Prompt 115

image by Manu Pombrol

Inside a vitreous vault of expression

I sit pondering my previous

"masterpieces".

Completely bared to the world 

all that I am.

What have I to hide?

So much more to share 

before the winds of time

evaporate what remains 

of my creative fluids.

Clear, that I may choose any hue 

to paint my scene, 

from docile blues 

to vibrant greens 

to passion-filled reds.

Never shall the lid be laid

as I have hidden it well

lest my freedom be contained once more.

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Photo Courtesy of Tess Kincaid [link]

Keeper of the Belly Button Lints

image: ParkeHarrison

There once was a man name of Vince,
who was tasked with the keeping of lints,

From the navel of a giant -
a very fussy client,

Who's been quite content ever since.


Happy April Fool's Day!!

Thanks to Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales!