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Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

webs

webs

Angel Robin

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

We Meet Again...

We Meet Again...

Lovers

Lovers

VirtuosoBabe

VirtuosoBabe

FreddieBrianBabyKitty

FreddieBrianBabyKitty

Cathy's Babies

Cathy's Babies

Friday, June 2, 2017

gods (Inspired by J. D. Landis)


                                      gods

                     (Inspired By J.D. Landis) 

(thoughts caught embracing):

Pantheism, as all Theories which imbue
Thoughtful Beings with     
Love and choice,
may paint a non- monotheist with
Protection, Love, and
Hope
Love and Hope
Love .... and Hope

         Eternity lives in the Ancients' palaces;
Their Stories echo;
their Voices robust,
as I am blown
      in soft circles
      through their tunnels;
      I tumble, I dream of the Ocean's dark waves
      as I am tossed.
I ought to be dizzy, as
I do not own my body's cycling waves,
yet fear has flown far from me, finally ....

             We have met before, my friend;
(I place my palm upon thy burnished ankh)
**********************************************

                                             I've prayed to Trees, to butterflies,
                                   to Mountains,  to tormented, Storm - shaken Seas;
                                         Myriad countries have been my temples
   
                                                    Meadows, Moons, Music,
                                                        moody bruised Skies;
                                      My Lover's eyes:  therein live my gods

Copyright CherylFaith Taylor, June 3, 2017

Note: The device upon which I currently type, with neither rhyme nor reason,
has mysteriously decided to embolden a phrase here or there sans my
permission. I shall fix these arbitrary features when my laptop and I are reunited.

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

Saturday, April 1, 2017

space .... ?


Words and Words and Dreams I sing for thee, love
my Words float, my face awash in mellifluous MoonDreams
where more than once, a nearby Star has caught my eye:
He glamoured me!
but
deep Space's tapestries feel surprisingly warm
Come .... Take my hand
Follow me: I promise thee a Show like no other

Young David Bowie gleamed; his Eyes glimmered;
(He glamoured!)
The Galaxy's grand and thunderous reply lit Universal Darkness -
Lesser Stars flickered

His Soul shone out through his extraordinary eyes;
He shot me a smile, straight into my own eyes !

His smile so enchanted me,
I felt my own smile
could never leave my face;
however,
as your relationShip with
Your LifeTime
is more of Same to mine
than not -

these past several months have unsettled me -
I know they may have done the same for you.
If Life is a relationShip, a' movin' we go
We never end, we never truly die.

Thank you, Mr. Bowie.
I curtsy deeply before thee;
as tulle, lace, taffeta crunch
Crush.
I crumble

With most gentle humble living eyes,
he says our cry's heard everywhere
each separate Home holds prayers for Peace
though mostly, I may pray to Trees,
My attempt's for naught -
I weep and weep
as his rapture caresses me
His smile has yet to leave my face
I have no fear -
I hold no fear.

David Bowie walked here in the 60's
or so he says, as Silence becomes quieter;
I watch him glide smoothly toward a different place - I realize it's hush - hush
I make myself move; I weep,

You hold my hand.
Thank you, my friend.

His gifted smile has never left
but
Thou art here and now, dear friend,
and I love thee, brother.
I love thee, sister.
*************************
I love thee, mi amor, for Rivers of Evers
My True Adventure Began with Thee

Copyright CherylFaith, one cold dia de marzo

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