Girls night out

March 16, 2018

She wore blue eyeliner
to reflect her wistful mood
satin black mascara
to mask her empty soul.
Smoky grey eye shadow
to create the illusion
of a picture perfect life
in its premier role.

She slips on stilettos
to reach Aquarian stars
a matching evening purse
that holds her veiled details.
Applies red to her lips
as if her fire was not enough
and a mysterious smile
in case all else fails.

Out into the cool night
walking behind her bright dreams
searching for a heaven
she has long lived without.
Dancing to the motions
moving to tomorrow’s song
singing the hopeful promise
of a girl’s night out…

Evening in the city
posed in suggestive essence
starring and acting in
her unreality show.
Sweet perfume lends its taste
in the absence of honesty
spotlights create the shine for
vacant eyes that glow.

Empty heart bears armour
weapons that smile and glean
preparing to do battle
for love she holds in doubt.
Act One, Scene One is set
for the romance of her life
the curtain slowly rises
for a girl’s night out…

Tina Culp Barton

a northern god

In 1936, the psychologist C G Jung published an essay entitled “Wotan”, in which he argued that the remarkable rise of National Socialism in Germany was due not to economic, political or social causes, but to the fact that the German psyche had been overwhelmed by the sudden awakening of the archetype of the ancient Norse god, Wotan…had slumbered for 1,000 years, put to rest by the rise of Christianity. Now, however, the northern god of frenzy and magic had returned, and would, Jung predicted, more than likely lead the German people into some cataclysmic event.

Gary Lachman
Pagan Resurrection

a convenient construct

March 16, 2018

Labyrinth by snugsomeone

No story has a beginning, and no story has an end. Beginnings and endings may be conceived to serve a purpose, to serve a momentary and transient intent, but they are, in their fundamental nature, arbitrary and exist solely as a convenient construct in the minds of man. Lives are messy, and when we set out to relate them, or parts of them, we cannot ever discern precise and objective moments when any given event began. All beginnings are arbitrary.

Caitlín R. Kiernan
The Drowning Girl