So Mak what could you say about your muse.

She(I think it is a she) is a far better writer then I'll ever be.  I even get jeolous and possessive about it, yet I am not at all sure how it would appear if it took physical form.

From 1-10 how important is my muse to me when I write.

Since she often does all the writing the muse is close to being a 10 in importance.

Poetry with out a mission.

It does not need one.  Nor does it require one.  It does not need to be the language of the heart, nor a way of making a point.

Yes this is...

Wearing an idea on his head

The idea

The idea

Winter has come again

Landing into summer

ECHOE of laughter

For long ago winters

Hiding tears

Summer is midwinter

Lovers in different worlds

Reaching across roads of rivers

Touching hearts with marmalade flowers

Still an idea has a special power

Shimmering on the waters

Healing every minute

Of every hour

You.

Someone said the universe is a boat.

Boats are not symmetrical in any way and are over man made.  If that's a metaphor then I get it.  Boats explore and drift around.

They censored nose but not breasts?

WTF

Clouds surround as I'm coming down

TO lift you up into space

Because sweet dear

You have my eyes into place

As years drift into days

Of mountains

Of snow drift

To sing out the pain

But now time is running

Time to make it rain

Since love is kind of funny

Wrapped and served on silver

The electric dancing waiter

The fancy walking table

A dream in slow then fast then slow

You say goodbye

And I say hello

You feed the moose

I'll feed the the goat

WHILE GOAT IS HAPPY AGAIN!

What did I learn today.

I got the life in me flowing funny but smart today.  Good not being too serious.

So starting totally false rumors and teasing them based on those is a bit cruel.

It goes and I know as I sway with the day.

Hooray!

Wishing me and everyone a happy birthday, and good tidings ahead.