IF A 'WUSS' IS SO PROFOUNDLY 'LOST-ED' ...

HE MUST NEEDS A WOMAN ...

TO KEEP HIM BOSS-ED ....

You must live in a tough neighborhood. A coroner on every corner. cuz p

Just say it from your heart, my friend.

Muse's are overrated. It is YOU. You are the one, and you'll do whatever it rakes to turn that corner. When you finally do Ed will still be there, just where you left him.

Hmmm sounds like your teetering on the edge there, I think I will be an observer in group and take notes :)

Your light always shines even if your muse has run aground Ed

Always give me a smile with anything you write

Love and Light
Lily

ED,
Darkness does have its own vibrations.
Budd

Astounding darkness in this come back to earth, Ed.
Been there, done that, not fun at all, can relate to this poem very well. glood one.

the body is like a car...something you ride around in...upkeep is optional to the owner

Far out underground material!

Love ya!

Jane

Letting the hash out of your words man, you don't need them there pills, a straight jacket maybe hugs!

Flung beings form interesting soul-mates, once they finally meet. Your muse and you of course, when it is being amusing here by letting you hash out your words, without knowing it was really, you, the Jersey Devil creating it all along. No pal, you have created a fine piece that reflects your wit and personality and pleasantly done. This is an enjoyably light poem, even the cursive, which I found had a nice touch, eh, e? Nope you have not lost a thing.



Starman