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Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

Neen and Grampa, Love You Always



Angel Robin

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

We Meet Again...

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Cathy's Babies

Cathy's Babies

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Aztec Eyes...unfinshed for my visibility & additions

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Aztec Eyes ( Song I ) ( Canto II being Born below)

this is *very* much a Work in Progress...a Story slowly unfolding...

(Fictional scribblings I saw in a Dream...)

Smooth velvet eyes glisten like Rain, sparkle my face;
I am falling, tumbling, lost!

unholy Thunder rumbles - your hands!
brightest Lightning slices, shrieks!

Who would expect
ancient Aztec diamonds
Poetic lies inside your eyes...?
I never knew til Desert dearth descended on my Night.
Dawn, a dusty secret path, through 
brambles, my ankles!
blood river writhes down MoonLit legs.
You move, unscathed,
hard pirate brave,

in mountain Night
I'm yours to save...
but your heart hides beneath your Body; you... slave!
If I were to say these words...


I follow you, tears unshed, to nowhere, to heavens

heartquakes pound, screams rhyme; your voice!
a god so beautiful as you
what could you want with me?
Let muscled hand Scorch, sear my face
I care not; I am not here ?
Our colours paint a forest face
a landscape foreign ancient new
Yet I  have traveled here before,
Clandestine Nights, an older Life,
We slept beneath her lemon tree
Awoke to suck limon verde
Morning, ripe for us to eat
Primordial cries of ecstacy!
la sierra madre dances, rumbles,
rules all Life, sings memories old,
Her horizon jagged, smoothed by Time
Her Secret Songs, the Life she sees!
 ancient women weep in Her crevices..
Lovers secret, stolen bride
Time to leave my parents' home
Mi novio god, warrior mine,
I forever Give myself to thee
Please love me always
You make me weep
I hide inside the monte's brambles
Sshhh! he hears, dark wedded mine.
You knew not who I was, mi love,
Disguised, I was, in peasant's raiments
Waited centuries for you

Take me but I yield not all;
Do you not hear the eagle's call?
You mount me as your spirited steed
 Yet sooner take your whip to me
My Love, my lord, your sacred bride
My cries stay silent, you don't see
My restless Sleep in desert mount
My aching Soul, finally free ?
I fly to your embrace once more
The hells screech! Heavens! no escape
To feel your ancient Aztec eyes
weep diamond piercings on my breasts
You own my aching body new
Our Souls scream! struggle, intertwine
Forever Dance the Dream of Love

Who would expect, ancient Aztec diamonds
Poetic lies inside your eyes...?
I never knew til Desert dearth descended on my Night.
Behold a blinding DayLight Moon
Saguaro fruit bathe sweet your tongue
I suck the  juice ripe from your lips
Thoughts revel in your drunkenness
Hear thunderous horses in the mount

Imagine I am your bride anew!
My Soul, I vow, you shall not own,
My Soul to la sierra flies;
I'm but a woman in your eyes.

search Deeply ! Move your desert eyes!
your  proud true ancient mothers - see?


I've flown once more,to ancient Mount
My Soul to stay

please do not call

For now they hold me, Mothers all
Your eyes, black diamonds, don't deceive
She who reaches out for me
Yet your dark dust Song , your sick sweet bruised love...
Whispers ancient threats
on the NightFall breeze
Tickles me ear, breathes ecstacy.
The  mothers bathe me in rare, precious mountain brooks,
kissed by agua miel;
Honey water's baptism
soothes not to clean my crimson pride...

I could break through these ancient arms
to be with you, your humble slave
but I shall resist your eyes, ... a Moment...

Even while I hear your pulsing pounding rhythm,
boldly quiet; soft and strong,
 I remember why you hold me,
Rip through me with jeweled knives in your eyes

El Monte whispers lies to me?
You are no Warrior of old,
but a man who's told he holds dominion divine
a believer of lies, deceit an easy game...

Here across the Horizon, the Monte mothers hold me down...

Who would expect ancient Aztec diamonds
 Poetic lies inside your eyes...?
I never knew til Desert dearth descended on my Night.

Part2/Canto II to follow
Canto Uno:

Song II/CantoII (el 15 de febrero, 2009)

Our Hearts SleepTouchSnake into & around each other. 
 Dreams, Nightmares...
Serpentine Twin-ed Hearts,
the Poison surfaces only in our separation;
I see you clearly now,
even as the Monte Mothers
remove the bindings, and
I am free to run to you;

Eighteen Nights my body safe,
in their Starry hold;
I promise, Mothers, Stars, The Mount,
The secret silent labrynthe  Dawn;
my sinuous new fierce footfalls,
between your Skies, your waking Light
grown strong as warrior Morn's ignited Colours,
  shall take me,

into his arms;
Mothers, your words live here in my Mind.

 Your screams of ecstacy shake The Mount,
Your tiny death mirrored
Eight thousand times in MonteMadres' Eyes & Ears,
The Ancients shake in pleasure, in Knowing...
Moments slip by quickly, slowly,
Soon, mi amor, soon...
You, too, will hear
Dark mirrored screams,
A Song from MadreMonte's streams,
while bloody rivulets run again,
down too pale legs,
Be-brambled bites...
Soon you will know the Story, sweet love.
Who would expect ancient Aztec diamonds
 Poetic lies inside your eyes...?
I never knew til Desert dearth descended on my Night.

The Sky lies in silent, dark color,
pregnant with your Story
el Monte sighs, all eyes...
Soon, mi amor.
Coming Soon...Canto III...Song The 3rd

Ezmeralda, The Spider Chronicles...Unravelling, March, April, May29, 2010, June 2010..

*Inspired by @TiddK on 
needing revision later...had to get it quickly everything I do lately...Please forgive errors of syntax, spelling, etc. 

Thank you, Dear Reader.

The Spider Chronicles...UnRavelling...

June 2010  
Ezmeralda!Your shibboleth Today,pray tell?
She changes it w/every move of Moon.
Her moods swing wildly since our Journey.
She wants to be alone. 
HippySpider, Ezmeralda announces: Summer Sabbatical!  
We know her mind may change with Wind's Song.
I hold her messages; sing me her Shibbolet  
TiddK You do know Ezmeralda only allows entrance 2her parties if prospective attendee sings the correct shibboleth in unique raspyWhisper,
12:35 PM Jun 3rd via web

rsrikanth05 Thank you so much for RT, dear Friend! I know Ezmeralda'd thank you similarly...but best not to get too close Today :) Love!  
Ysabeluna Love to you, Friend! Missed you! :) Thank you for RT (I know Ezmeralda thanks you, too.) :)
HippySpider, Ezmeralda announces: Summer Sabbatical!
We know her mind may change with Wind's Song.
I hold her messages; sing me her Shibboleth

Ezme's Sir Scribe, 
swarthy Desert-Daddy, decorates her Bohemian lair,
wearing blazingly beautiful, diaphonous 
webby death blankets, 
tatterdemalion transformed by Love. 

Please feel free to leave comments on site.Eng/Span.~Thank You So Much!

(began with plays on Words, from Twitter's Artwiculate) 
Huge Gaps here. Please read between the lines! :) Updates soon!

April 2010

  • Since age *tiny,* I've been afraid of Spiders.
    I must have mentioned this to you 180 times by now,
    sans mythomania
    I shall count later

  • Ezmeralda, HippySpider smiles at me & declares: 
    "You are my pet!" Her 16 legs (no mythomania; old eyeglasses),
    dangle in lamp's ambience.

At it again, are you,sneaky little Spider!
She sits & weaves,taciturn in Shadows

  • I love my wicked-sweet pal, Ezme,
    whose 8-freakySwirly-limbed Presence keeps me on my toes.
    Please don't call her a product of my Mythomania

  • Ezmeralda says "I'm a closet nymphomaniac."
    Crazy HippySpider weaves Brilliantly-be-Jeweled webs;
    her yarns be-speak her Mythomania -c Life.
March 12, 2010

Zelda Esmeralda is more zealous than
your average hippy Spider;
she  tieDyed her silky threads,
before weaving them into darkest corners,
to bring babies smiles

Zealous little Spider waves a twirly leg at me,
as she begins to weave another whimsical Web. 
She's a crafty spider & her work is obsessive!

 March 13, 2010 

Esmeralda, the Zealous Hippy Spider,  changed in Dreams 
& She  has been Colorized!
Today, she twirls limbs of purple & Gold at me,
from one of her woven haunts

Esme the Spider is a spectacle to observe, 
as her pandiculation displays
8 gold & purple limbs, 
reaching out
toward Spring's Silent Sun.

March 14, 2010

 Maybe you think I'm crazy; Ezmeralda the Spider does not! 
In a corner,she winks at me, 
intoning tales of Ancient Arachnid ritual.
She weaves.   

My gratitude to Ezmeralda, Mama Spider,
who helps cure me of Arachnopobia,
by weaving multi-colored clothes of silk, 
to make us babies laugh.  

YesterNight, Ezme, Arachnid Spidey,
tie-dyed 8 silky skeins,
beneath 18th century wooden eaves;
she sang me ancient Arachnid lore.
Blessed am I!  
March 15, 2010

Ezmeralda,Hippy Spider,whispered to me all Morning. 
She's swathed herself in gems, 
tiny little golden/purple flourescent Spidey jewels.

Ezme claims her boyfriend was not parsimonious; 
he gave her jewels, his Heart, his Love, his Life; 
then she killed & swallowed him whole!

Ezmeralda regrets not her crime,
views it as necessity-
she has time to craft splendorous, be-jewelled webs 
in every secret corner.

What, Ezmeralda? 
I am parsimonious with your computer time?!
Imagine a Hippy Spider,
each lithe limb swathed in tye-die splendour, typing!

400,000,000 Yrs ago,Spiders left The Seas;
their new Home made them parsimonious-
no sharing of silk!
Protection for their bodies & babes

Ezmeralda is educating me on the History of Arachnids.
Imagine! 2 Days past,
her tiny quiet presence filled me with trembling fear.

March 16, 2010
Ezme,Hippy Spider, beFriended me,
but Today arachnophobia shot me a newly wicked blow.
I shall be parsimonious in my Spidey praise for eons

I'm sorry, Ezme- your vibes are PureLight;
you glitter Iridescent beauty,whisper lovely lore, 
but still- I'm afraid!
I'll need more - your patience,please.

Ezme,please don't believe I'm parsimonious 
if I don't sing your praises for a Day or so; 
I must first confront my SpiderFear. :(

   March 17, 2010

Ezmeralda, HippySpiderFriend, whispers "Don't fear me,please." 
She flashes bejeweled tieDye Dreams,
8 multi-colored dancing limbs.

I can overcome my arachnophobia, she sings,
if I let our friendship grow.
She of crazy-colored whirling legs
is fungible with no other spider

Ezme, I must sleep,but you glow in your corner.
I'm your NIghtLight,dear girl,her whisper sweet.
Absorb my colors;
your Sleep will be Divine.
Please feel free to leave comments on site.Eng/Span.~Thank You So Much!

March 18, 2009
The Spider Chronicles for Today. :) Hope everyone has a beautiful Day!
Lovely #artwiculate people: If I don't RT you,means I'm away Today.

I search corners, floor (oh no!) ceiling, calling,
"Ezme, Ezme, sorry I was afraid of you! 
Where have you gone?" 
I don't Sleep
I'm desperate! 
Afraid to discover my beloved little leggy pal
has fled to the homeland of her mother, England?
Ezmeralda,where are you?!

Phone jangles! 6AM! 
Been up all Night, looking for Ezme.
Operator sings with a brogue.
I accept the charges, 
to hear the wispywebby webbywhispery
voice of Ezme.  
Ezme's on holiday in Daddy-Long-Legs' Land; 
she'll return singing colorful songs, intoned for her fun,
in her affected, whispery brogue. 

Thanks so much 4 RTs, sweetyHearts. 
Ezme smiles &waves @ you w/all 8 spidey limbs!

@kado56 Thank you!You're sweet! 
Esme @kado56 : Tell me your favorite color so I may weave you a hippy webby scarf, or a web of your own. 
@kado56 As you know, Ezme is touring the UK;
I pray she shall soon be in touch transAtlantically, 
& I will definitely ask her re: cocoons :)
Ezme's penchant for strong, rich Patchouli essential oil 
sends other HippyCreatures 
racing down supermarket aisles 
to sniff her.
Imagine irredescent 8-legged Ezme, seated in a pub,
weaving webs & yarns with 8 Irish mates,(64 legs!);
they all have a penchant for Spider Brogue. 
@AshikOnFire Ezme whispers in your ear:
"Nothing to forgive, matey." :) xx
@kado56 Are you certain you'd like a cocoon? 
She has a penchant for
wrapping prey in her multi-colored cocoons...
@kado56 As Ezmeralda *is* an ArachnoidHippy, she may consider leaving you sans munching, & seeing you safely Home,wrapped in Green. :) 
via web  :)  in reply to kado56

Jangling phone-MidNight! Ezme!
Pissed in a pub in the suburbs of Dublin! SpiderPal,
beware of randy blokes
with a penchant for Smart Flakey Spiders. 

1st time I met Ezme, I screamed @bluesonicboy,
"Get her outside, eek! No!! Don't kill her, just please get her out!" 
I had no penchant 4 spiders.

@osmarjardim I have always had
a *strong* aversion to spiders. 
Ezmeralda has arrived 
to help me cure my phobia. {waves at you} :)
More Adventures of Esmeralda, the HippySpider, to Follow!
You never know what that girl may do...or where she may go...perhaps you ought to check your corners......
But be *Not* afraid...
She's Rich! ---Well,  she's "Rich" with Colours & $.


CherylFaith says: "Please stay tuned..." & Thank You for Reading & Imagining!

Ezmeralda, HippySpider smiles at me & declares: 
"You are my pet!"
Her 16 legs (no mythomania; old eyeglasses),
dangle in lamp's ambience.

@TiddK :) Good Morning, sweet Friend! Hope your Day's lovely so far!
Ezme the Hippy Spider...really want to know? 
Sordid tale of limbs 

Not so sure you'd enjoy? Perhaps. 
I'd enjoy observing with a Friend
to hold my trembling hand. 
I'll tell you... 

Ezme's out of control!
I love her colors & her voice,
but I awake to see multiple hungover limbs, 
various frighteningly beautiful 
Creatures,Gardens & Forest-Haunters,
piled in Sleep on my kitchen floor! 
Empty bottles,
dregs of strange, green sickly arome'd ale  

Ezme's Art is more ethereally exquisite than ever, 
so perhaps I should not complain,
simply be grateful for her presence. 

Ezmeralda's gorgeous woven colors,
incandescent in MoonLight,
are barely visible by Morn.
I fear her best work is fueled by SpiderWeed 

& away she sleeps the lazyDay, 
intoning blurry whispered SpiderStories, 
micro-mini eyeballs flashing 
at rapid pace inDreams...

Friday, May 28, 2010

For Tiger Pens (FaceBook)

Earlier this month, we visited England's West Midlands to see my husband's parents. I had 6 pens on my person, dispersed throughout my carry-on, my son's carry-on, & my purse (BIC Blue Ballpoints), 4 of the same in my checked suitcase, and a special Pretty Purple Flairy number in my purple spiral notebook. I seemed to search for a pen with constancy throughout our adventures - my frustration drove me to tears at times! I hunted for my Forever Blue Bics throughout England's "Black Country".  Obviously, as when I was a little child, a pen-eating monster kept sneaking into my bags and pilfering my beloved plumes. My wicked, robbing little Writer-monster has not made an appearance since my early adolescence, at which time his Writer's block must have lifted and he had his own sacred Writing Tools to keep in fine order. While I feel dismayed that the sneaky Creature has returned, I cannot help but worry over his re-appearance; I have never understood why my pens were his passion, when now I realize he could have moved brick by tiny brick from the Wall which blocked his Writing..perhaps I should have suggested a pencil?

Perhaps I am in need of a Tiger Pen, whose fierce persona will bring trembles to my petty thieving pen eater.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

In Winter I miss your exotic lush deep Presence, 
amnesiac to 
your secret sadistic ways.
You enCircle,penetrate our Minds&Bodies,
dance a tiny giggle
and watch the ensuing Chaos
cruel Beloved Heat

I cannot seem to Articulate!
Maybe it's the Body of Heat,
slithering around us here w/torturous giggles.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Artwiculate April May 2010

April/May 2010 Artwiculate

 Grand,Kind-Faced Crags of Shawangunk Mts
beckon wandering Poets & Climbers; 
sweet aroma of wanderlust &..Patchouli

  #FF Follow @TheRealPlague Comical character! 
His gems&germs of laughter R contagious;
they wanderlust their witty ways down your Timeline

30 April 2010 

 If I don't move my feet, I will miss an amazing Spring Day,
chained by the wanderlust of obsessive verbosity. :)

30 April 2010     

 @TheRealPlague Follow TRP!Comical character!
His gems&germs of laughter R contagious;
they wanderlust their witty ways down your Timeline

30 April 2010

With a Word like Wanderlust, how can I go about my Day! 
I've been trying to leave the house for 2 hours!

30 April 2010   

Frightfully exciting, ceaseless laughter beckons!
hieroglyphs scream Ancients' aching Reign-  
wanderlust shows you their beautiful Lives

30 April 2010

Dance to your secret sacred Musical wanderlust,
in venues w/a man whose book invites your exotic Imagination,
constantly Moving

30 April 2010  

His Cinema sparkled & darkened;
enLightenment: Vibrant Color, Painted Light.
He'd stretch lithely on mesas,
let wanderlust move his Soul

30 April 2010  

ThePoet's wanderlust showed him 
lands of truest ecstasy & deepest pain-
he knew no other path but Circular.
He followed his Stars.

30 April 2010   

Jim's wanderlust shows in his Words & his movie, "Highway". 
The Desert often spoke to him 
& infused him with ancient Truths.

30 April 2010   

Celestiales welcome my wanderLust -ing Heart. 
I mate with strange Air, 
as an ethereal welcome mat appears beneath my feet

30 April 2010

Wanderlust hurls me to save my Sisters in Salem,
my beloved angels, women of ancient wisdom; 
I weep to see I'm too late

30 April 2010   

My wanderlust spans Circular Time;
I live amongst the fae who know no fear,
even as men devour their flesh, attempting Immortality

30 April 2010 

LifeTimes Past,wanderLust propelled my turbulent Soul
to palacial Lands;for ancient Idols, 
Gold, Chocolate, Blood
flowed like Wine

30 April 2010 

Wanderlust gifted me wings to soar across Seas,
to be w/my SoulMate, 
give Life to my beloved son;
If I'd ignored Her Voice,
I'd be empty

30 April 2010 

I'm scared one Day, a woman w/a vulpine gaze 
will try to devour my little boy!
Perhaps every mom has such NightMares?

27 April 2010  

FreddieBrian, littleCat,cloaked in Vulpine bearing,
chases demons in Dreams;
canines gnash against evil vermin;
furry FelineKnight

27 April 2010   

A Book upon his lap,
his eyes reflect pages of Word Wonders.
I am deLighted-
I think no techy toy will usurp his love for Written Words

26 April 2010  

A year's passed since I lost my Beloved Grandma;
where is she?
So Strong was she,97 yrs,
amazing woman-
no one would ever usurp her Energy

26 April 2010  

@RobertCustons The "bi-cultural" members of the assemblage 
are native to your area of the World. 
ChayaChaya isn't, but she lived there 4yrs

25 April 2010   

Words are my sacred PlayMates,
a colorful assemblage 
of Adventurous,dancey,silly, Dreamy Friends
falling from
mySoul toMind thruFingers toYou

25 April 2010 

A Large Kitten lies in Dreams upon my bed. 
He's an orange-furred circle of fluff, 
an assemblage of
Peace, Love &sweetest Soul

25 April 2010 

@RobertCustons Assemblage of eccentric,funny,bi-cultural people,
shall descend upon your area of the World in a week or so.

25 April 2010 

Ezme chats w/her international Friends,while weaving. She has an insane assemblage of phones & cameras, at *least* 1 per limb...

25 April 2010 

EzmeSpider has an assemblage of pals the WorldOver 
to keep a PersonalPeaceVigil on grouchy Humans.
Out they scramble where a Smile is amiss

25 April 2010

@RobertCustons Your tweet re: your 2-yr-old Easter egg, 
& the assemblage of lithe lanky limbs emerging...
Bet you screamed! :)

25 April 2010  

@RobertCustons If you're still confused,it's ok;
I believe the assemblage of 
my Musings confuse most who read them? 
I'm harmless :)

25 April 2010

@RobertCustons To clarify? Ezmeralda is an
8-legged eccentric assemblage of HippyColoredFun 

25 April 2010  

Soo wish I could play #artwiculate Today,
but my Day is a complete assemblage of Chaos. :)

25 April 2010 

The Silver Screen illumined Cleopatra,1917.
Her power over species male could have earned her 
her own seraglio,
                   but she was a nice girl from Ohioice girl f/Ohio