Eccentric Tea Woman

Time slows down here Among the red chiles. The colours are bright and silent. I linger just a little longer Because I am peace. The sounds of the water Mingling with the music from the birds Reminds me to never stop Seeking dreams. Georgia was a goddess.  Viridian Tea Company - Strange and Unusual Tea Blends! Click HERE for the Etsy store!

  I wonder what it will be like When it is all over. She asked me to comb her hair Yet I refused; at least, I still Have that choice. Promise, my love, That you will not waste such Freedoms on me. Pain is merely an art, One that comes with tongues wagging. It’s not her, but I wish it was Me. Viridian Tea company - Strange and Unusual Tea Blends! Click HERE for the ETSY store link!

  Peel back layers of skin -  Raw, exposed but not bloody. Discover truths that died When people took over the Earth, killing the dinosaurs With cigarettes and coffee, a deadly habit, A vice they learned to love. Can we, a people, a race of skin Accept this notion that we die From the moment we scream into existence? Too harsh on the weak and simple brain Even though we use only 10% of it. Time dropping, longingly, on windows like a Dali, Forcing us to see ourselves fading Black becoming grey to white to falling      Rotting      Destroy Into that Void, the space of what we skin fear And created. Do you remember when we laughed? Joy came in vending machines And sex was dead, only touch was acceptable, Permitted. Now, it is bland, no flavor, stark And we skin cry rivers Our mistakes, our wars, refusal to accept this Simple truth To lie to ourselves, reminds us of our parents Back in the day. The cold set in, our  cold, our  unfeeling My,...

  I have seen him in my dreams So much a normal part of my night, now. He still scares me. His eyes, green, verdant, powerful -  They to me with emotions I have never felt When I was alone. The figure in my dreams hunts me down Night after night, yet smiles when he captures me As if he holds a fit of laughter So close in check. His long, twisted hair, fans softly across my cheek Sighs, long, drawn out, a longing Terrible hunger, unable to quench This Lord of the Green, Dionysus in the flesh. Madness, it comes for me Through the eyes of green, staring, holding me Bound, wrapped in His pagan arms. Am I feeling love for the first time? Or, is this the last? He smells of musk, freshly turned earth, Kisses made of water, magic And Death. Rough, calloused hands, made dark by moonlight Touch my face, that same smile lingers As a torment to my existence. Still, he does not tell me of the secret, The why of the smile, damn, forever Like Paradise Lost, Milton’s sacrificial lamb. “Make m...

  The rain patters quietly on the grass. Each drop from above is a sensitive kiss - what I focus on as I listen to you say that you no longer love me. Distorted focus helps the heart mend faster; of course it should hurt deeper - a realization that I am alive. I am still able to change, as are you. So you pack your things yet leave your books and exit my place, my eyes still focused on the extremely green grass. Too late to accept my wrongs, decided quickly over green tea sipped carefully one day with no conversation. Viridian Tea Company - Strange and Unusual Tea Blends! Click HERE for the Etsy store link!  

  First came the rain. Softly, swiftly, a rush of cold not caring of biology. No surprise to those who expected such emotion; changes in most things require further thought that is not implied. The water is cold -  ready to blister and condemn sins. A blessing falls upon us all, not discriminating through the baptism. The rains come with much to fear.  Try the blends of Viridian Tea Company today - Tea Blends for the Strange and Unusual! Click HERE for the VTC Etsy store link! Spider Witch Tea Blend - inspired by the works of J.L. Mulvihill 

  If one sits still long enough Mushrooms will grow on their skin like edible tattoos. Fungi of every colour, size, and smell sprouting in response to a thought, untouched dreams, and wishes gone away. Eating your own strengthens the resolve; not waste, taken and absorbed back into the collective. Cultivated and naked bodies create enough for the world, assisted in dark rooms,  stored away from the sun. Thinly sliced and savoured during parties of ill repute: women dressed in ebon coloured dresses, eyes distorted by mysterious kohl. The men stand to the side, watching like naive children; their purpose is not yet given to them. Samples of everyone lay about within an atmosphere of an opium den - Gothic tragedy creating such sexual frustrations and the removal of limitations. Those who linger beyond the normal, those who savour and taste such fungal pleasures mingled with blood drawn from their own veins, smile as only they can. Their bright violet eyes, their mouths painted wi...