Oh, just one glass, can't hurt
Complex decision made.
A fermented drink to suit my mind
Red for blood
Bacchanalian ecstasies
Dionysian depravity
Ritual madness and ecstasy
A fermented grape
A fervered mind
Freedom, intoxication, liberty
The cult of souls to those who know Dionysis
The dead are fed blood by his maenads
Vampire women
Maenads a nymph, immortal goddesses of natural manifestations;
Maenads the extremes of pleasurable emotions and actions:
***, rage, inebriation, frenzy, and dance, original Manson women
He the bull, the ivy, the serpent surrounded by Satyrs
Sated, Satyrs offer another glass of wine;
Oh, go on, one more glass can't hurt.

Your life is a lyric, less a song
A painting with no canvas
Waiting for the words and tune to come
The muse to inspire flashes of colour
To inspire music and scene.

But, to be seen by the muse you have to command
Inspire, craft, graft, and create
She does not wait idly by, she needs to see your life
Your song, she in turn needs to be inspired.....by you.
Nothing is free in this world, even inspiration has a price.

Today ****** came calling
It screamed in the still air
Awoke a community
Startled and scared children
******, came fast
****** came darkly
****** passed over as the crows moved on up ahead.

He loves me
I love him
He annoys me
I annoy him
I hate him
He hates me
I need him
He needs me
I want him
He wants me

We don't want anything
Or anyone
We don't need help
We don't want sympathy
My disease is our disease
Dr's call it MS
I call it love
He knows where the door is
He is his own person
It takes more courage to live than die
He and I know this, we together are invulnerable.

Every night before I sleep I pray his love is mine to keep.

Maybe today I can smile even
Under the grey sky
Lit only by a weak sun
Take time to read not to run
Inhale the spring air
Plan a pain free day! plait my hair
Lounge without lethargy
Excite my day by not falling or bawling!

Soak in a bath filled with rose oil
Chop and cook for a meal
Love without the twin of hate
Endevour to finish Ayn Rand
Relay all my feelings in this one day
Only be happy!
Sit without numbness, or nuisance
Instill positive thinking, leave Eeyore behind
S**ay thank you to the day that made me feel human.

I feel the smothering darkness
Hear my cruel words
I want to take them back
But, they lay out in the darkness
Glittering like knives

Words will never hurt me
It's a lie
A platitude, a pretence
It trips off a mother's tongue
Like a drunk weaving home
Delusional in his happy addled mind

Words hurt deeper than a blade
A cut heals, scars, maybe, but
Words are forever, they multiply
They come out in the smothering dark nights
They drown you in sorrow, in pain

You lose yourself to each vowel and consonant that is constructed
You lose, you are defeated by memory.
And at the going down of the moon you will forget them
Those malicious words, those insidious remarks
But, remember night and her smothering blanket of darkness
She Returns.