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A soliloquy. An allegory. And musical. I really, really like this one. I like that he sees his heart as a bell peper. The world or reality as a tablecloth. A sea of worry as a spilled drink Normal as a voice of sugar. His life summed up for him at dinner. So much in this. Love

Thank you very much Clovis. This story never got much in attention or readers. Maybe because I only wrote two short chapters. I am not sure why I jump about so with stories. Inexperience I guess. Your review is appreciated.

Thanks again Kavrik, very kind of you to review twice and I appreciate it. Thanks for loving it.

These are great lines but I find myself wanting more description. You pose the question, where did he get those shoes? Well describe the shoes to me so that I can enjoy them too. In an earlier part, you describe the boys eyes as blue/yellow. I was having a hard time picturing whether it was the iris that was yellow or the outside of the eye or whether it was the stunning combination of both which seemed attractive. “There” not “Their” and everywhere is one word not two. Aside from that, I think the sentence would read better if you had inserted a verb after the word guts. For example "lay" might be appropriate here. “air lock” is one word and not two. “homeworld” is one word and not two. A wonderfully entertaining read overall and the alien feel of some of your terminology really works here and draws me into your story. Going to read Chapter 2 right now. Thanks Kavrik. Moonshine was one of my first stories from a year ago. Never wrote stories until then, so not must experience. This was for fun. So I guess it is kind of irreverent to proper writing lol. Maybe I will revise and expand it one day. It was very much a spur of the moment kind of thing. I reread some of it and I was shocked at my bad language lol.

Hurt, what an endless word. A soul note, often the center of many a song sung. And this is such a song, is it not? And the shadow note, denial, plays in dark harmony. Guiding and playing in whispers. Is it coming to terms, acceptance? But is acceptance enough? I guess I respond to the emotion of the piece first. Yes, I have to read the words first, but reading a poem seems to be the reverse of writing one. For me at least. This hits on so many levels, very personal and completely universal. Thanks. And he has not listened— But he will not listen. But he is not happier. I don't think the poem is saying there is no answer to hurt, it is saying discovery is painful process. Maybe?

Can you believe I lost my comments lol, here I will try again. November in the Square suggests and implies a familiarity with a time and place. The opening lines speak of the weather. Common enough. It is winter and there is a theatre on this square. There is wind maybe and there is something passing this way going south. This all leads to and alludes to a performance of the The Dying Swan. (Google to remember the ballet and the poem.) Time again. Wednesday at lunch time. The mundane. A time for girls to smoke at the Cafe Rusticana (Another google for the opera and short story?) No one notices the beauty that passes this way. Is this a commentary? About the love of art? About a life changed by art? About a world that lets beauty pass for a sad moment of addiction? Did you go to the ballet Corvus? Did you die in joy for a life of beauty? Did you reawake in the world? These is a different review, maybe the lost first one was better, who knows I like the poem. And I will give it a rep when I have one available promise.

Christmas was good and white for me, hope yours was too.

Nightmind by bugeye A life Fragmented and forgotten Awakens To folly It is freezing here Winter Close is not close And distant is a memory of entanglement But touch is intimate mind to mind Phantom words running away from what must be unsaid This sight... You Bring sighs, arabesques of courtesy and grace Thru a night of dark larks While beams from smiles Cause bright insensitivity and parades captivity as parab

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Happy Birthday! Jake! ♥♥

Enjoyed number nine. I liked hearing all the details of his day played against the suspense of what is going to happen?

Unheard by bugeye A hidden thing But it turns my head Unheard music Bright as it is Not lost Just out of mind Almost Sometimes And not a secret, either It had it's day Or two or three What else to do with it? It will not cease It will not depart It will not Until I die A companion now Shadow light Whispering Always This is best 　 A wild thing Tame as flame Ready to engulf All those lies Told to soothe the so

One Moment by bugeye You You You Me Me Me Discover Love Love Love Simple as that My eye caught your eye Your smile bought my joy My hand lifted your heart A new path from now on Your name Your name Your name My name My name My name Spoken In whispers Called In longing Now forgotten Why Did the song stop there You dance on You call out You follow the sun I turn and run See See See Fly Fly Fly Life

Yesterday by bugeye Yesterday.... I am discombobulated. I think almost perfect is built with always imperfect. The opposite of joy is normal. How many people does it take to make a good situation worst. Ponder, Ponder, Ponder 　 Ah l'amour. I don't feel cryptic today. I feel good in that strange way. Kind of good Kind of bad Kind of sad So long yesterday Kiss me back You silly

Gauntlet by bugeye What does all this mean This gauntlet of abuse This challenge of adverse Constriction This devastation of dream This display of Congress This dawn of dark desire Always one mood or another Call this one discovery Surface personality A multitude of things loosely together Wording words together A blanket of descriptions Indefinable, the elusive Images that are more than content A new poem maybe Cut from the scraps left

Apart by bugeye Miles apart And Years apart Apart thru A life of time Experience adrift A life yet to live and A life bound to remember As future passes As past returns Sweet fate flounders Twists To birth But now How But a moment Of joy Can meld Reason and Purpose with Right and Wrong to Balance against Indifference and Entropy To create Existence That echoes and ripples With each orgasm That a lover

Fool by Bugeye Frail shelter Of arms All you have to do is look Wrapped tighter I am trying Twisted seduction Fragile haven Of embrace All you have to do is reach Don’t ever go I am crying Failed escape Friable sanctuary Of a face All you have to do is smile Hidden I am prying Secret locks Opposite Opposing Opponent Fickle bond Of trust All you have to do is find Just One Hand Holding One Hand I am vying

Abecedarian by bugeye A look A look away A glance A glance away A thought A thought away A smile A smile away A gleam A gleam away A blink A blink away Bliss Be kind Be smart Be funny Be heart Be soul Be art Be shy Be lip Be bold Be brow Be proud Be just Caught Come blush Come tease Come flirt Come please Come thrill Come ease Come hard Come still Come time Come gain Come lost Come here Desire All beyond com

Almost Almost there From the beginning Almost beautiful But so shy Almost brilliant But so dull Almost gifted But so insecure And the hard part Almost straight But then there is Almost you Almost mine I want to talk To reach out To take your hand And hold on For the longest time Just to look at it And feel your form To look And read your life To meet eye to eye And find Almost there Almost lust Almost hurt Almost loss Almost ready T

If Everything By bugeye 　 What if everything had soul And a soul was a soul Was a soul Like that rose And life and death were the same And time just a disguise What if everything that was Could be found in a face Your face A mirror of light A river of feeling Returning awareness More a veil of lace Than abyss What if everything I said Was the truth Would it turn you around Could I tell a lie From the look in your eye Forever took an hour to die Th

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Not By bugeye Not A care in the world Not a care When whirled Not A tear in the heart Not a tear Why start Not A dare too bold Not a dare How hot and cold Not A stare can hold Not a stare Besotted But not old There is beauty As light flirts with shadow Across an odd collection Of this and that So like you and me The interplay Either give Or not Bargain or take Or not With love Or not A choice Or not What a strange day T

Please add my thanks to the above, I am indeed grateful.

MoonShine Chapter Thirteen: Battle Charles didn’t know quite what to do. Spit the briefs out and cuss or chew on the sweet fetish. He could taste and smell Edward. Was this a carnal gift or an insult? His little beast was being a high-handed devil. It was difficult to think. Edward was parading his ass one moment and his dick the next. It was like slaps to his libido. More than a bold tease. And Morpheus’ arms were viselike, but it was the erection pressed to his back he

MoonShine Chapter Twelve: I'm Game “I beg pardon. This intrusion is unforgivable.” Charles was desperately trying to remember his manners. These were guests of his ship and he had embarrassed them and himself. He wanted to kill them for a second. He wanted to kill himself for a second. He had turned his back on them to shield them from his glare and himself from his own prurient arousal. Legs move please take me away quickly. “Charles? What did you wish to tell us?” Od