Friday, March 24, 2017

Two #mustreads compact and powerful @jrsweeney57 author and world citizen and a fresh tune from @EveLMWilliams Singer, tunesmith and world citizen.


A blood thirsty warrior is always good to have around, as long as he's on your side. See ancient ways and new ways collide. When a single vision brings unlikely souls together as they fight to preserve the young utopian "village of Jodicus". Travel through gothic Europe with a hero as he tries to unravel his past in this fast moving page turner.

J.R. Sweeney provides vivid descriptions, backstories, witty dialogue, conflicts, and blood spills on the meadow.

                                                                   FIVE SEASONS

                                      Amazon ebook and paperback


A lifetime of answers in the span of Five Seasons
The scholar teaches the wretch from Erren and sends him on a journey through the northen wilderness.
Born of the jungle wilderness, young hatred chases young love up an unknown coast toward the unforseen and unpromised.
A primitive holds the answers to those who can smell the wolf, hear and speak of the freedom and gaze upon the staff.
All on a journey of Five Seasons, walking toward a new life yet all one pace away from death.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Welcome my special guests feast the senses you won't be sorry....peace

                                       Hey brothers and sisters it's groovy that you are here
                                                     I have the Talented Ms. Tara K @the_ocd_editor  not just a brillant

a n  a r r a y
 o f  d e v i a n t  h a i k u  f o r 
a  n e w  c e n t u r y   Tara Keogh 


the politics of
wage labor are too gruesome
 to document here

                                                                                              twat drivel blather
                                                                                      bubbles up from your bowels
                                                                                            dribbles out your lips

you make an art of
idiocy bad manners
 and being a fraud

the going along
 tendency is eroded
 with each painful smile


clarity is rare
 honesty and loyalty
 are harder to find                                                                        
                                                                                      i am quite naive
                                                                            but the hunger and the cold
                                                                            have taught me some things

i frame his pictures
 in the most beautiful gold
 because heʼs my friend                                        

                                                                         all my clothes have holes
                                                                    burned and torn and ripped apart      
                                                                            just as Iʼd have it

             there was no boredom
            in my sunny room today
                maybe tomorrow

an undercurrent
 of sadness washes away
 her flimsy façade  



the insanity
 of my love for you was whole                                      
and left me naked
                                                                                                         we whirled and we twirled
                                                                                                           into the limitless depths
                                                                                                                      of oblivion
made a habit of
 losing my dignity in
 his vicinity

reminders of him
 are like a spray of pellets 
shot below the belt 

ride a riled wide cock

as if the bombs are coming
 and youʼre out of time      
                                                                          you said you sort of                                                                     fell in love with me and i
                                                                squealed like a poked hog                                 

  i miss the hot days
 of languorous lounging and
 sticking out our tongues 


i wake up with an
 ache in my gut if i've been
 dreaming about him                                                     

 we disappearers 
reveling into the night
 to lie together 
                                               weʼre on a rolling                                           thunderclap cloud riding the
                                       crest of our maelstrom