Gynocopter

mine

silly 

little 

girl

swatting flies

keep moving

hands

over eyes

We hear

the screams

from the 

house

and do 

nothing

Child

Gold

swept away

under fresh

burners

high in 

the mountains

with what

down towards

the beforehand

four or five 

years forgotten

source

break by

the upper crust

taking possession

of the night

bringing them

home

wire turned

sealed kisses

remodeled

by the foot

of the bed

repair

poor dears

the window beat

empty

gasping flowers

waiting to 

be fed

through alley's

of profit

the drive

merges in

we walk

empty handed

Liar

Bull beaten

flesh bare

the red welts

of time

never healed

that everybody 

knows

check the 

trust

sell the sweat

how do 

they cry

Colorado

the snow

follow us

home

under the table

We hide

buried in wheat

and lead

by folded 

hands

carefully square

Fight

the can

it rolls

down and up

the back track

silky smooth

how active 

do we run

Chapter 135: "The Loneliness Factor"

Being alone (not always a good thing); (A red balloon got me out of my depression); Dating; Men giving up what they love; "cunts;" Maybe I am just too odd; The Honeymoon Phase;  Maybe I should leave everyone; Following the darkness; Letting good things happen; Isolation; PhD; Egg Cream; The Official Breakups; Depression; "Yours, Truly;" DarkHorse; move; the trees; a little therapy lesson; Being content; Internet porn; Whiskey sours; Our Tori's Birthday; Bubble baths and Bloody Mary's; Hanging out with the girls; single; Seth Rogen; Defense; Nicole Mackenzie: “Finders Creepers”, who you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/FindersCreepers; Bronte Bernal and her shop "kinkajoue" which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/kinkajoue; "Notions of the Damned" with Jimmy Reed; Reading from my novel "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Love and laughter to all; Bye for Now!!!!  :)...<3
P.S.: "Sleepwalker" is my favorite song ever and "American Girl".......:)

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Overkill

horror
when i was small
and younger
so much younger
than I am
now
it was easy
to believe
so easy
to find
in my
imagination
the answers
all lined up
in a row
but I
could never focus
long enough
to realize
the thoughts
inside my head
age
has given me freedom
to let
the monsters
come out

The clock
Tick
the hand 5 turns
quarter of
all around
dimly lit
in  a bright room
full of broken
promises

Plain
heavy looks
cold string beans
on a dark
wooden plate
the fork
drifts over
but does
not pierce

Sick
patch
to send out
into the world
again
the miracle
of a beating heart
and a
clear
mind

Strange
sweep aside
this anger
of things
different
and odd
collect the wind
complete the canvas

Thirst
I do not
desire
the hunger
that begs
for more

True
Ah yes
there are
far better worlds
But you
would not
be there
and neither
would I
so, I would
prefer to stay
here with you

Shed

A moment of thought

Break

into the nothing

collect your

dirt

and scatter

on

into the wind

Soulmates

take me in

deep to 

the depths

there is 

no telling

how much time

we have

but I know

that I want 

to spend it

with you

Opossum

the small

trappings

closely knit 

lovebirds

that fly

at each others

side

never fearing

that they

will rescue

each other

in 

the end

Griffon

The constant

collective

rain

it pours down

with concentration

giving way

to rebirth

how the tables

bond

and waver

in the sway

of favor

and the pity

of red

Adores

We make plans

We stumble

in short steps

before gravity

grabs us

back up again

and reminds

us

that it is

alright

to fall

Sleep

Do we dare

dream

the dream

of impossible

wishes?

Can we make

them true?

Stay alive.

Beating heart.

And everything

will have 

a purpose.

Big

those

these bright lights

pass

curving

into blackness

a solid quiet

with no rush

the stuff

of stillness

beat

beat

breathe

bend

drift

Marc......:)

Met a fan tonight.....Marc, is you are out there....message me.....:)-hj

Chapter 134: "Fear Leaves Its Dirty Calling Card"

Questioning relationships; Are you missing something right in front of you?; Being happy in your life; Stopping to say "Hello;" Getting older; Being a hermit; "Yours, Truly is ready; Do you believe in love?; A vacation day; My awesome boss; Afraid; Hanging out with the girls; Anique; Can I make it on my own?; I am scared; Angelique from "AngelQ Expressions", which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/AngelQ, www.womenswit.etsy.com, www.IKinRead.etsy.com, www.ABCDestash.etsy.com, www.facebook.com/AngelQShop; Janice and “AhtheMacabre” which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/AhtheMacabre; "Notions of the Damned" with Jimmy Reed; Reading from "Like the Universe Gasping for Air;" Amazing photographs of Jordan's work from "opulentoddities" which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/opulentoddities (and of course on the "Friend's of Myriads of Thought;" Much love to you and yours <3, Bye for Now!!!!!! :)

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Guide

Close
will it
be the last
ringing phone
time questioning
over and over
will it
be the Last
Will you be
the one?

Venture
This cold unknown
venturing nowhere
speeds in shape
this process
clean and handy
creeping up
the walls
all empty
skirts
the ruffling of fabric
then silence

Dark
bitter winds
the cold calm
of a lovers face
made into a grim
and ghostly wail
Lock the door!!!

Monster
Do you forget
this strange beast
that comforts you
at table's end?
sweet smiles
all round
before the smirks
begin

Hood
sink
into the red
billowing cloth
of a child

music
mire mortals
vanish through walls
and cut women
in half
we never see
their slight of hand

alive
how does
one cast
a shadow
on someone who
has never lived?

Chapter 133: "The Plague"

Being sick; Losing my voice; "Yours, Truly;" Bubble bath; "A Nightmare on Elm Street;" Energy; Pressure; The hope of "becoming;" Being hit on; "Engaged to the dark lord;" "Keeping Molly" by David C. Hayes and Kevin Moyers, which you can find at: http://www.amazon.com/Keeping-Molly-David-C-Hayes-ebook/dp/B00M5IR0J4/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1407945098&sr=8-1&keywords=keeping+molly; A memorial; Gloria Greenfield: "GlowsShop", which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/GlowsShop;Sheryl Swanson: “ImperfectMagic”, which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ImperfectMagic; Amber and Brian Mitchell from"ThePaperPonyPlace;" which you can find at: https://www.etsy.com/shop/ThePaperPonyPlace; Jimmy Reed's "Notions of the Damned;" Reading from "Like the universe gasping for air;" Lots and lots more.....:)...Love to you and yours!!!!

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glitter

orange
it nods
forward
pressing palms
to face
hold steady
bring

Measure
Did it hurt?
Fields of glass
Closet squared
the crushing nightmares
of past fears
blow by blow
beat by beat
inch by inch

Moonshine
Sip
bury the rock
deep
to the core
incisors curved
twirl up
through the cloudy
sidewalk
hole in my head
falling apart
the drifting shore
pay for protection
bodies
in the ground
how evil
the smell

Slick
stuck
trying to forget
the power
of the mind
wondering why
piles of dust
curving
high
as a roof
there is
an endless
supply
purging
purging
forward

feed
down to
the carpets
of land
there pours
an even flow
pull the plug
bend the needle
high
fuck with me
i'll show you
it hasn't been
that long
squeeze the hand
handle
with
care
bring

food
begging
for the dirt
it brings
such peace
across
the yards
of land
that call
I'm sorry
in sweet words
only comforted
by the wisdom
keep comfort
in the dwelling low
retreat
deep
into the woods

trust
remember
you were almost
put away
for a very
long time
make the most
of what
you have
right now
screw the rest
show them
what you
are made of
how awesome
you are
forgive
yourself

solid

wink
there is
a
break
in the
line
a
pause
where
 the
lungs
stop
the
blood
beats
to
the
heart
and
the
brain
keeps moving
keeps thinking
before
the bitter end
descends
and all
goes quiet

Life
that reckless abandon
we call fear
press onward
there is
a happy ending

energy
I take in
all of
my surroundings
there is proof
ironic
in the atmosphere
that draws
all around us
focus

together
the women
rustle
under leaves
blanketed
by trees
on the
underpass
we drink wine
through straws
and talk about
the week
nothing changes
only the broken
silence
in the room
bends

speck
Power
the voice
rules
the world

spring
Flood
down
holy halls
bend and turn
in balance
to
the machine.

Eat
don't choke
chew