Who would win: Elric vs Red Sonja?

From the minds eye

To the printed word

The fantasy and the creations

Flowing into my imagination

Shared with friends 

Or needed alone

Soon on a screen near you

To Create To Imagine To Escape

The Heroes band together.  For Adventure!

They are Mighty and Powerful!

Brave and Daring!

Their Honor and their Code will be as a Shield for them!

And, if they are lucky, they will gain Fame and Renown...

Feel It

Ever the chance to see something new
Happy times just pop up
You got to let them in
Without all the wondering and confusion
Of where the heck does all this come from
The tunes tell the tale.

Wish I could see you smile

Ok.
Just like you, I could tell some stories.
Sure. Many.
The worst thing is that I know, 
I mean, I am sure as shit
That the stories I am meant to now make
Are waiting for me
Just out there.
I am trying to Live Low (not low living, which was fun, sure)
To be part of the quiet many.
If only for a bit.
But I tell you, those stories whisper.
They call.
Sometimes they cry out in lustful agony.
All the time waiting
Perched just on the edge of the mind
Just on the edge of control.
Lately, life has become different
I would say more, um, real?
Let me tell y’all.
This Real Stuff that is supposed to be 
The Way
Sure is boring.
Ah. The unreal. It’s like eating sweet frosted cake
For breakfast.

Night and Time

Let the sweet moments of dark breed night thoughts stay in the corner of your waking world mind. 
Last sleep I was gifted with succulent delights, touching my lusts from some deep place thought lost.
Peaceful exteriors kept the hungry claws unseen, and the tempo was like someone in pause
Still, in the day, I can feel the passion and know the sights.
A sign of things to come, mixed with reminders from the heat once kept lit, all day
And into the night.

Remember the Spin

There was once a center to the world.
You could tell by the way you could feel 
Being on the peripheral.

Sometimes a little tasty trip
Could take you nearer
With smart lights and
Dangerous attractions
Surrounding those pits
So deep and final

Well, I can say that the fog has cleared
Now there is no helpful illusions
The starkness of the day is obvious
Though it is as soft and inviting
As a cinder block

The solidity and unforgivingness
Makes up for the little
Crushes and scrapes

There is a general sense of Oh Shit
Just said under the breath
Like a little prayer before bed
Except this one is neither 
Asking or Hoping
Instead, just bracing for the Hit

Behind the Yawn

A little bit of the random blasting

Saved up thoughts and imaginations

Now freed from returning

It is simplest to say

That it is still far better to Burn Out

Yet seems so quiet to just Fade Away