wet carpet smell

 Hello Dear Reader,

Did you miss me?

I didn't miss you because literally I don't know you as much as you know me!

Only thing I know about you is where you are from? 

I mean the country you are viewing my posts, 

that is what I can see from the statistics of my blog...

although I am not sure whether you are viewing from me exact that country because you might use a vpn...

so to be clear,

I didn't miss you,

don't get me wrong

thanks for reading my stuff....

but I don't know you so, 

I cannot lie here to your face that I have missed you....

your honest writer here...

if I know you maybe I would miss you

but than this creation process will be intervened by the fact that we know each other

and expectation that you will load without you realizing 

this will cause alterations in the creative process...we talked about this before...

please don't make me repeat my self...

please read the older blog entries...

Even though when I was away I have not missed you reader, but I missed writing...

and today is our day of celebration

celebration of love

through making our offerings to love

a poem and an environmentally friendly nude

aka mental nude!

Freitag, Venus

and 

all reincarnations of Inanna...

we salute your gift to our world

appreciate the light

you put in our small hearts

we accept

your curse and bless

we accept

your divine mockery

we accept

your wings and songs

we accept 

LOVE....

bless from you is 

all there is to

find in a dark

world with pain.

bless from you is

all there is to 

find in our cramped

prison of our mind.

bless from you is

all there is to

place a worth

among all the 

things can be 

hold 

or 

among all the 

things cannot 

be hold.

bless from you

rings all the bells

in our soul's memory.

bless from you is

the only thing

I ever miss.

                King H. Ironson

(Photograph: Charles W. Gilhousen 1919 – Model Unknown)

Note:

I have been away for a while as I mentioned earlier

camping trip...

it was the one of the worst camps ever...

saw the darkness once more again

it did not have the effect though to break me

I took it in...

shined my way through it

these lands are weird

have their own spirits

after the dark

ravens saluted my camping spot

one by one

my carpet is wet

and it smells wet carpet

do you ever experienced a "wet carpet" smell?

not completely wet

not partially wet

a washed carpet but still some water left inside it

making this nasty

smell..

my camping experience

was

like that!

and I embraced it

enjoyed it!

I even

swam

in the lake

talk to the frogs!

walked during the night

pitch dark

listened to the

passing

trucks

in

my ditch

without

my old witch,

bitch.

A thing I will never itch!

some pitch

that became

soo

kitsch,

I rather

drink

some

krisch!

not in chocolate

but in small

brandy glass.