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MANY of these photos are courtesy of my SoulMate, my Beloved Eternal, Robin Taylor.

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Thursday, September 14, 2017

Bourbon Kisses (Bloody Fire)



Bourbon Kisses, Bloody Fire (a prayer)


She floated in with Her Fury, clothed in blue-grey Clouds;
I'm swathed in calm;
She took my arm, for a dance
'midst highest azure Air - 
I felt no fear, no fear, no fear,
only honour: pure enchantment

until

upon a Night soft and still


Thy form elongates!
Frightened shadows scurry Home;
Home has flown, 
blurred with Her tears.
Home has flown
Home
hath
flown
********************************
 
my Sisters, my Brothers, my lover!  
My Lover!
move away, run away!
Shelter us, please!
Shelter these sacred Lives 
We beg thee

dissipate, disappear!

all has flown -
where have you sent the angel - fish,
please tell us they've a new-born Home -
Where is Home?   
Where is Home?
Forgive us, please?
 
 spray your Joy anew 
whilst we repair our thoughtless ways

Lost in hazy fields,
I've seen your mournful smile;
prithee let us try 
may we learn the means by which
Thou shalt forgive our wasteful ways;
 thine weeping Trees wrench my Soul -
Oh! to feel thy gentle breeze anew,
beneath your gaze, 
your Heart
 
new Stars, please live
in MoonLit fields 
where your corn, your wheat 
weave once more,
  beneath your clear soft Skies

 
we need thy kindness in this Moment 
I believe in you -  
please believe in me, in us
************************************************ 

but this Night
only smoke doth define thee...
  ice crackles 'pon the ailing roof
Her Truths become lost Songs unknown;

your Sisters sang your Songs last Night,
opened fog-full doors; 


you flowed in 
like bourbon kisses
 atop
tall dark flames

You awakened bloody Fire
long - denied, long denied - 
centuries long-denied -
 Burn your buried fire in bourbon.
James told us aeons ago, it seems 
Why were we deaf to his cries ?
Why did we wait in apathetic bliss
until your rushing bourbon screams -
blood flows upon your Creatures 

  "What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and dragged her down .... " **
 
LightStorm, SnowStorm, Winter-in-the-eaves torment-
sorrow as the huge Sea throngs
gallons, huge Ship-fulls of rage;
She howls 

She howls !

as strangers
bring in cloudy arms, round shoulders clothed in blue-grey smoke
***************************************************

I pray to thee, my Sisters:  hold Her to your Hearts.

I love too deeply; 
my Heart breaks 
over sloping hills
 facing sickly fates -
these Storms, She sends -
We whisper Hopes and prayers,
drowned cries! hidden within rocking crevices;

Scream !
a Chorus need be heard, 
upon foggy, moody moors,
upon Windy angry flatlands, 
Her blood - drenched coasts, 
whose
guards fall down
 to tumultuous Seas,
a sickened lullaby;
Good - bye, my loves,
Sleep deeply, angels,
be soothed by "Dreams of Sheep"****
      

please tell us how we must caress you -
Your servant am I; 

tell me how to move; 
we need thine Ancient Songs

o honour us, sweet mournful Soul
o honour me, these Lives, 
untold til Moments
come, forgive -
thy Mind aglow
upon thy Heart
I taste thy seeping Life -
tears blur mine eyes -
if you share
you honour me
you honour me
impossibly -
I sleep
I toss with star-drenched Seas;
Her tears doth fall 
******************************** 

**from "When the Music's Over," The Doors, 
featuring the Poetry and its deliverance
of James Douglas Morrison 

**** "And Dream of Sheep" Kate Bush 

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

ANGELICA (Arthur Phillips)

ANGELICA is Arthur Phillips' third masterful Novel.
*~*

Director, Mitchell Lichtenstein, has interpreted Arthur Phillips' Novel into a Film, which
opens NOVEMBER 17, 2017 !
Congratulations, Arthur !! *~*
************************************************************************************
      Do read Sir Phillips' Book ~~before~~ you see Mr. Lichtenstein's Film.
Arthur's Novel transports you to another genre - defiant,
literary smörgåsbord of a world.

(Each of Mr. Phillips' Books is a genre of his own Creation; every novel is a genre distinct to the other (thus far) four amazing novels.
ANGELICA is written in our 21st century's *~*Arthurian Genre*~* )

     Mr. Philllips' ANGELICA is a chilling concerto of a story (or several in one ?) set in Victorian England. Readers, the world over, including a few of my other Literary Loves,
(Stephen King is one) have fallen into the subtly horrifying world which *only* Arthur Phillips can create. You, the Reader, will find yourself on a haunting, psychologically chilling trip. Arthur's Writing is an ethereally
magical, menacing tour of the psyche Human and its capabilities, desires; what needling, mind-cycling trips our own sub-consciences play upon our unsuspecting lives.

      ANGELICA has been critically acclaimed, praised by the likes of Stephen King, Kirkus Reviews (a Starred Review) and Elizabeth Hand, of The Washington Post (Best Fiction of 2007 List), to name a tiny few.


    
      Kafka, Nabakov, Shakespeare, and countless other Immortal Word-Magicians, applaud Mr Phillips from beyond; they hold for him a golden seat (which he should not take before he enjoys the fruits of his Immortal Literary Creations for another hundred-plus years, at least!)
Please never stop writing, Mr. Phillips. You are Gifted, and you Gift us.
ANGELICA, by Athur Phillips

 Mitchell Lichtenstein's Film Adaptation of Athur Phillips' Novel, ANGELICA 

Friday, April 28, 2017

AirUndefined

Upon witnessing a Song Sung for Bowie

Beautiful.
If I let rest my burgundy velvet eye curtains
all I hear is Bowie Love, respect,
Art
as felt by millions upon billions of Beings, inhabitants of everywhere.

I wonder where he's off to,
candle - lit, rocket - fired,
starlette's beloved Jewel
a Human she permitted us to see
Where do our Souls live before or after,
or Simultaneously?

If incinerated, where might our (physical) temporary, endlessly recycling molecules go? Do they storm up into a cyclonic dance, then seamlessly stitch themselves together over a new Soul,
a sacred silent sewing ceremony,
performed in a silver palace,
secret, discreet
as undefined Air?

with love & special thanks to
my friend, Hawk Alfredson

Copyright CherylFaith Taylor 2017

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Caverns: These are further fragments from a Play-lette which has been in progress (haunting me, so to speak) for several years

a LifeTime in a Moment:Borne of a blaze,
we awakened,
each of us prisoners
inside
globefulls of fire, Earth, Air, Sky, 
all Space
******************************************************
 we're tossed 'round the canyon;

our raven hair flies everywhere,
but it anchors us to the Earth 
(I sleep? I wake?)
'twas a cyclone-like-Dream in a Moment replete...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Leaves caught, blown brittling, o'er our Windy Raven's hair,
then
it stops -

our eyes interlock, love a Life in a Moment
We are thrown to The Mountain's arms, reBorn)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


ancient goddesses round a chasm;
the Mothers know all, and their Songs, full-concerto,
"I will be with you,
be with you .... be with you, little girl."
Always, Mamá? pa' Siempre?*
Where might you have flown, Mamá
when Lightning sliced open the Firey tormented Sky?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

May I count upon you Sister
in Dawn's fragmented colours?
Now the Mothers have - disappeared? 
       (No! No, hermanita** ! No! I can't believe - I know they are with us
still ....
still, in this broken Dawn,
this preternatural stillness of it all ....

the Prism has been tossed beneath The Mountain - listen- sshhh ....

May I call you "Sister?"
Hold my hand as we hide in this ancient Mountain dwelling
'neath the rocky eaves of yore, I may need
Momentary lies.
After the torrential Rains, the torment blown open our hiding place,
please tell me Breathe-worthy lies, dear sister -
I share your Mind's elasticity (you know that)
soothe me with your wisdom
as I refused to listen (you witnessed)

We'll shelter here in this primitive Home.
When Dawn has finished breaking,
hand in hand, down the Mountain, we'll clamber ;
We  were Borne to piece together
The Great Prisms' colours.
Close your eyes, sweet strong one,
of colt-like legs (remember the horses?),
of doe-Dreamy eyes,
and rare diamondine Water, Mothers' Gifts from the Skies.

We are the originals, the morphing invisible saviours,
Please remind me, sister mine.
Remember the mothers, their stories,
their huge eyes of chocolate and gold -
I can see them - I know you can, too.
Come now, sister,

*pa' siempre = Spanish = "for always" (contracted "pa" = "para" )

**hermanita = affectionate Spanish for "little sister"

      Si, queridas amigas mias, estoy pensando en ustedes. Las llevo en mi corazon siempre. Es un misterio hermoso de la vida mia. Las quiero mucho. pero mucho. De veras, aunque piensen que yo soy una loca, creo que nos conocimos en otra vida .... Las extrano y las mando fuerte abrazos y flores las mas bonita que crezcan. Pero ustedes son mas bonitas que las flores ....

     Que sepan, amigas: esta es una obra de ficcion ,... de pura fantasia. Pero ustedes, y sus familias me regalaron la oportunidad de ver el sitio mas hermoso del mundo. Creo que estaba yo viendo y recordando su tierra, y eso me inspiro tanto que me entro la mente cuando escribi esta obra, y la que me vino primeramente - pueden leer el link abajao de estas palabras.) Yo se que ustedes no son hijas de las aztecas .... su cultura es mas pura, aun mas fuerte, mas hermosa  .... Espero que siempre siga   su cultura, tambien su idioma Otomi .... Gracias por ser mis amigas .... tambien mis amigos. Los quiero muchote ustedes. Siempre tienen parrte de mi corazon.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

SunFlower's Kiss

A smokey-voiced chanteuse caressed you;
Each time she glimpsed you making love.
She rocked you in her "SunFlower Song"
 
Perhaps you couldn't hear her Joy,
for your Passion cries,
your DreamFull eyes;
whilst ivory angels held you,
silken Silence
encased you

still

 the scheduled revelers came to call.
a dark, damp, grey procession
wrapped in Sun-blessed circling Moons,
brass bands, drumheads
bare sugared bones
naked Hearts 
on parade

ForEver, I shall love a SunFlower's kiss beyond all others'


You have loved each other always,
Infinite Lifetimes have watched your waltz
Worlds within Worlds have borne witness to your love

SunFlower's Kiss

A smokey-voiced chanteuse caressed you;
Each time she glimpsed you making love.
She rocked you in her "SunFlower Song"
 
Perhaps you couldn't hear her Joy,
for your Passion cries,
your DreamFull eyes;
whilst ivory angels held you,
silken Silence
encased you

still

 the scheduled revelers came to call.
a dark, damp, grey procession
wrapped in Sun-blessed circling Moons,
brass bands, drumheads
bare sugared bones
naked Hearts 
on parade

ForEver, I shall love a SunFlower's kiss beyond all others'


You have loved each other always,
Infinite Lifetimes have watched your waltz
Worlds within Worlds have borne witness to your love

Thursday, September 1, 2016

cat-tharsis (diamondesque deity)

@bluesonicboy:
I love thee, my dark Prince,
Patriarch of our Feline/Human Family;
Thou art my Light Prince 


diamonesque deity,
hot-starry Eyes;
Emerald-Eyed Fury,
Scans Eternity's Skies-
perched 'pon Her Mountain,
she searches lost loves ...

She surveys our valleys:
Her gaze levels trees
She silently screams:
       Catharsis amidst Her exquisite, Eternal Hell

Thank you for your Beautiful Inspiration