Decorated or Defiled

An Old Year Happily Discarded

Slate fresh clean Brand New

 

Last year’s implosion old news

Broken, Battered and Beat Up 2017 has left the building

 

And We Danced. And We Danced. And We Danced. Until the Dream was over.

What we run away from is what may save us

 

That being Moxie and Mystery

 

Tapestry pulled into the murky underbelly of a concussion

Pain, sorrow and death are are bosom buddies  Boon companions following your every step.  I kissed a rose and bled deeply and profusely through the thorns.

Muddy Murdered Mannequins being dragged though slimy red clay

Bashed in heads semi-attached to conflicted torsos. Splattered blood pointillism across the magic carpets

There is a bird inside me pecking out my innards screeching release.

 

 

 

2018 is filled with Amplified Astronomical Moxie

 

Religion

“Absorb what is useful and discard what is useless.” ~ Bruce Lee