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October on the River

The river has been my refuge for many years now.  In the summer it’s my playground. In the fall it’s amazingly beautiful. It’s a special place for me any time of year.

-October on the River- Photo by Karmic Diva


My special place is where…

ideas are born

plans are made

fate is decided

instincts dominate

thoughts intensify

wounds heal

I’m glad to be alive

Love Denied

Walk the line between tempest and torment.

Hope lost, love denied, end of innocence.

Douse the lingering fire of lustful dissent.

Praise the wound that bleeds with discontent.

Abandon the heart that loves without consent.

Mom’s Wisdom

These words speak louder than the voices in my head and drown out the chatter of my neurotic inner critic.

My mother used to tell me…

-the only happiness that is achievable is my own-

-the way to love is unconditionally-

-hope can be found in friendship-

-everything happens for a reason-

-live for today-

-treat others the way you want to be treated-

-we all live in glass houses-

-you can’t please everyone-

-respect yourself, even when others don’t-

-tomorrow never comes-

-live in the moment-

-freedom isn’t free-

-this too shall pass-

Friday Fictioneers 7/13 – via Madison Woods

The Vulture Ruler

Guardian of knowledge

Fitful masked imposter

Master of generous insistence

Initiator of a frustrated mind

Urgently and beyond reason

Manifest the poison of doubt

Fill the inner monster’s cup

Prey on stumbling indecision

Trust the villain’s beastly vision

Praise the tortured serpent’s plight

Feed an aimless panicked ego

Claim the skeptic’s empty shadow

Haunt a withered broken heart

Blur all truth as heresy

Until belief cannot be seen

Buzzards nested on barren limbs

Swoop to feast on cold remains

Fallen soldiers bloody, maimed

Hunger for truth to explain

The final crush of a devil’s reign


This is my post for this week…. Your feedback and comments are welcome. I’m still working on it so share your ideas if you like.

(word count 95)


Every Wednesday visit Madison Wood’s site to see the picture prompt for the week’s 100-word writing challenge. Write a 100-word story or poem that’s inspired by the picture. Post the writing on your blog. On Friday post a link to your blog entry in the comments section of her Friday Fictioneers post.

Musings on Art

Musing defined:

  • Contemplation, meditation, deep thought, reflection, introspection, rumination
  • A product of contemplation; a thought.

“The Thinker”

Musings on Art

Words on a page

Paint on canvas

Symphony score

Rhythmic motion

Carved rough stone

Gives life to thoughts

Express ideas

Tell a story





“Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.”
-TS Eliot

“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”
– Victor Hugo

“Write about what your everyday life offers you; describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind and your belief in some kind of beauty”
– Rilke

(Image reblogged from AfriQtalk Culture Beyond Borders)

Banished Souls

Banished souls

Open Hell’s hole

Plant the seed.

Eyes now blind

Bones left behind

Burnt to ash.

That frail frame

All shame and blame

Up in smoke.

Crowds gather

Drunken banter

Bids farewell.

Into Hell’s hole

The lost soul

Is rooted.

Fantasy #2

sheer pink


tugged from

bony hips

puddle on

painted toes



dark blue



heaped on

naked toes


she with

naked breasts

legs astride


he with

brawny build

throbbing hard


flesh meets flesh

moans meet groans

warm streams

wet dreams

in silence

they rest


The only excuse I have for taking a few days off is a lack of original thoughts.   I hate it when that happens but here I am again.  I had a few lunatic moments this weekend that I want to share.  Have I told you how much I appreciate the fact that you read my blogs, comment and hit that LIKE button?  Thank you all so much.  You awaken my spirit and inspire me. It pays to be fearless.  Love to you all…Karm

Morning Love

In the morning light,

presence in the moment

begins with a whisper.

After the sunrise,

the first touch

makes the butterfly dance.

Self-Portrait #1

Today is all about me.  I love me days…me time…me, me, me.

I wish David Bowie was here to share it with me.

It pays to be fearless. Love to you all…Karm