Mermaids of Green River

There are no more mermaids
In the Green River
They cannot live
Between the souls of the lost
So let’s tell a story of hope
and love.
Mostly love.

She swims the silence
She is the raging sea
No more begging for golddust
When she kisses me

She is the water
Flowing through my skin
No more scream at midnight
Patience is growing thin

So let’s tell a story of hope
and love.
So let’s tell a story of hope
and love.

I scream for a story
For your loving kiss
I Scream for your hunger
I reach for your bliss

So let’s tell a story of hope
and love.
So let’s tell a story of hope
and love.
So let’s tell a story of hope
and love.
So let’s tell a story of hope
and love.

No more swims in the moonlight
While the river runs
But it’s running dry
And I keep drowning in the mud
So let’s remember a story
Of hope and love.
Mostly love.

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Famous

I think I am so gracious
But the world does not agree
Although it’s gettng better
Today no plaster on my knee

You could sail the sea of coffee,
That I spilt on my clean shirts
My legs are blue and scratched
From bumping till it hurts

I could be really famous
I am just like you and me
I looked at a pretty lady
Walked straight into a tree

Daily Post challenge:
Famous

 

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New in my shop

For all your shopping…or a day at the beach…or anywhere you need a handy bag! Design by me. like how leaves can wave in the wind…it’s peacefull.

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Tale of the Sea

I sailed with the Devil
On many ports of call
Every maiden was helpless
And he deflowered them all

He left me in China
Dead drunk in the street
He stole all my money
And the shoes of my feet

I sailed with a Vixen
She liked my groping hand
Got the thurst for gold
And became dry like sand

She left me so bloody
Almost stabbed me to death
Like she never joint me
In the Captain’s bed

Now I am sailing
Along these troubled shores
In every port I search her
Between the dockside whores

One day I will find her
Or sail with the Devil once more
He might have some good left
The Vixen is rotten to the core

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Green River

There are no more mermaids
In the Green River
They cannot live
Between the souls of the lost…
So let’s tell a story of hope
and love.
Mostly love.

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Forest spirit

Trying out a new Artrage version. It takes some getting used to, but it feels good to draw again!

Forrest fairy 1

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Style

Sexy … is beyond style. It is the essence. The woman who can grab that essence can makes people stop in their tracks…or forget what they were doing, ’cause when she passes by, the earth seems to come to a gentle stop, and nothing existst at that point in time or the Universe…than that women.
Yet there is no great attraction in only sexy. If it is not combined with style, and taste…it loses the last letter and becomes only the animal instinct. That on it’s own is not bad in any way, nor should it be condemed. But it can never be stylish.
When a woman combines sexy, and creates that cocktail that we all recognise, but is almost impossibe to put in words, we feel blessed, and will walk the rest of the day with a spring in our step. Even if we only sipped on that cocktail for a second, when it was only a tantalising moisturising of the lips, we will know. We will see the little flower in the grass that others are passing, and aprreciate it as if it were the most fragrant and luscious Rose we ever saw.
We will know this was a good day. A stylsh day.

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