Thursday, October 8, 2015

The Calling

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There’s a devil on my shoulder whispering stuff into my ears, which my traitorous senses eagerly acknowledge.  The notes he strikes are clear, drawing images on my skin that reaches out in response as my instincts hone in on the object he has chosen as my prize.

In the abject world that pronounces it wrong to fly with your impulses, immerse yourself, deep and long into the heat that blazes inside, lick the flames of your wild and unbridled hunger high into the night and only turn back once you have slaked the thirst that can consume you, if you disregard its whisper for too long.


  1. A delightful and delicious read. Greetings to you.

  2. Hmm, you know what they say about playing with fire?

  3. Gripping one!!! as if possessed........................

    1. Fantastic! I saw myself peeping out from between your words. Rock on.....

  4. And don't forget to get a new brilliantly colored tattoo depicting your rebellion in the name of freedom. No thirst can consume me--just make me more pissy! Love you shadow!

  5. Here's to wild spirits and impulses! Beautifully done.

  6. I'm all for this. Take the side of the to the hilt. Right or's a choice we make every day. Lovin' this. Of course, I don't think I've EVER had any ill feelings towards your mind/thoughts. They all, in words, make for a wonderful picture to abide.

  7. See it as 'an angel on your shoulder' ~ telling you to be you! Live you are alive ~

    Happy Week to you,
    artmusedog and carol

  8. That wasn't a devil ~ it was me . . . . . lol