(Reposted... and... I realise that the layout I mention here is not the same as my current layout. I still hate everything do and make though. Aesthetics are important to me, I just have garbage visual taste.) Modernmysticmother.com is my website. But the landing page is to promote myself and my services. It's more of … Continue reading My blog is not my business
Kestrel relievings My tired family day, genealogy branch I trace the small predatory bird of quietest praise. Shadowy trill, the nosedive thrill. Highest perception of unpronounced skill. Final fantasy destiny to crash and burn upon the pinnacle of man's temple mountain. The trees of life and knowledge are watered by the fountain. Bloody and bleeding, … Continue reading Eidolone Summoning (FM04)
Thestrals receiving My little brother, buy me a pony. Oh brother, where art thou? Ride my battle steed. You look up to me for personality. My fame, my name, my face. Tiger blood in this rat race. Mister miser, supplicant, analgin of fan and fair, please help my pony over there. Under the tree, fallen … Continue reading Orpheum Summoning (FM03)
Ancestral beginnings To my voice, the ghost of the ages, penetrate her story of forgotten unspoken history. Peter's keys on a chain, for heaven sake, which opens which gate again? Marcy, what, ano anak. Mary, link, bring him back. Inday, nanay, indigo indie go-go-mobile. Native birth tale of Demeter, demi trio half the trinity. Bullbar … Continue reading Ancestral Summoning (FM02)
Celestial believing Freya's freedom on the Friday freeway. Alpha aphrodisiac, lonely is the lovely Aphrodite. Verisimiltude via Venus and her visceral veins. Ephemeral eidolon watching the world. Round the twist, rope the twitch, grope the throat, grind the wrists. Gag the mouth, clamp all leaks. Hail barrel of Kvasir, come drink with me. FM … Continue reading Opening Summoning (FM01)
Fez posted a poem and asked for feedback for advice about writing lyrical poetry with the aim of expanding his repertoire in terms of writing song lyrics. I spoke to him about poetic metre setting the rhythm to aid in the development of his writing, which led to us talking about rap lyrics and the … Continue reading You can leave your fez on, as we strip away the needless
He is god. A god. To me. He is god to me. Like god. So he's basically my god. And noooooo. He has not brain washed me in any way. Certainly not. I want that to be made clear. We've been married for... this year we will be celebrating our 12th wedding anniversary on November … Continue reading My husband is better than any man
In the comments section of this afternoon's muse report, chatting with Ron gave cause for me wonder how many blog posts I had written here on WordPress. Doing the math on it sent me into a tailspin. With all of this so called "writing" one may think I would have improved "my craft" and be … Continue reading I might write, but I’m not a writer.
29 August 2018 I exist in the spaces between. That’s where I am do what I do best. I can't stay in any one place for too long. Because I’m a fixer, and I cant fix what isn't broken. I connect hearts, and I speak the truth. But I’m not a leader… I could be … Continue reading Rerun 031: Where does my power lie
Dear Sir, I know I will never be enough for you and that I am worthless and shit. I humbly offer my services to you, as I always have and always will, as I have observed you become frustrated and angry that your tried and true methods of slave training have not worked on your … Continue reading How to win the heart of a slave.
26 August 2018 - Surrender I give up. On everything. Forget everything. I never existed. I’m going to disappear now. And I don’t know if I will return. Or if I even should. I hate myself. I wish I was dead. And since I am too gutless to make that dream a physical reality, I’m … Continue reading Reruns 027 & 028: I lift up my open hands