michaelmeusch
Jack inhaled his vapor , and the blue lights of the club seemed to go off everywhere with flashes of glowing luminescence. The bass was driving him away from the towards the bar. He checked his ph...
Two faces looking towards eternity. Soft sweet curves and edges. sweat, like sweet liqueurs poured from our skin. Driving the two, deeper into intoxication. an intoxicating dream left by souls ...
Earth, waking in morning sun. A tapestry of woven plants in green filigree covering the heads of two lovers. Woven, intertwined with twine and interlocking hands. Now covering the blessed moment ...
She leaned into my coffee stained coat. Now dripping with a mocha lite, extra whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. It made my suit now distinct and regal and set me apart from the other men in th...
Can inspiration mame? For I am deep into my ruining. Can the truth destroy? Then bound me to my stake, Light the fire, renew me. Can the unknown devour? Then let me forever dwell in the et...
Wind blows in Autumn leaves flow, in breezes above as below. Turning the world into colored heilo’s. An Impressionist’s dream, landscapes, colors yet unseen. Are revealed when looking ...
Ancient Painter Called to your position , your patron Awaits . Bows of disheartly position . With brush of miniver tail , gull nut And crust of bone . interuptions and constant critique. Mark ...
Thy mighty pen . One yields so well Cartoons of grace , poise Greek like figures , flows in ones b lood , Sepia, chalk a rhyme with the Quill . So elegant Thy forms And Figures Spit fourth Ca...
Alone in this cage of night desperate and reprieved. Disillusioned by the sounds of the nightly choir. Playing constant melodies in my head. What do they sing , The night ,the night... the longi...
Poem: The muses of inspiration whisper in my ear. I listen and dip my pen in the formations of thought bringing to life words, feelings and emotions: looking for that lost angel to begin, the ancie...
Through the vineyards the sounds of flapping of wings give way to the chase and for-play through the filigree floral brocades and blankets of cherry blossoms poenies and chestnuts. Skimming the ...
Princess Priscilla Was a passionate connisuer of all things with color .gold made her rich from all that she had. Blue was her carriage and her private driver from bagdaddlehad.
We run from Denial but such a thing can bring us Superb bliss.
When one enters the palace of the Forbidden. Desire blossoms and gives way to lust, a sweet but bitter fruit of life to taste and savor.
Like a serpents movements the vibration from the source itself like a lost soul trying to find a sacred home. Hiding in the faces of the drunk and dazzled. The weak ones becoming Entranced from ll...
