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Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

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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

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FreddieBrianBabyKitty

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Cathy's Babies

Cathy's Babies

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Throwing Wind ...La Tormenta

I feel you tickle me, your cool soft gaze upon my tiny Being.
I twist to see your arms outstretched
against a bruised violent sky

Augustine green, your waves' delicate swing
suddenly Whoosh!
Rake the Sky, smile at Dusk,
watch the teeny toy world scatter all over
in gleefull screams!

and then!

(HaHaHaHaHa!)

Throwing Wind!
Sadistic smile, your sister's face
As she catapults heavy achey pools of SkyBlood
over the darkening hoardes
 
We run!

escape on men's wheels and bubbling laughter
laughter tears (hahahahaha!!!!)
laughter bubbling
trembling arms
 
I look around to see you now,
a furious naked widow,
as you break;
your sister grins
as you fall.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

May your Day shimmer with Love & the Lights of lazy angels asleep in Stars

originally for  @silverne @IntriguingDs @WhereAngelsCome :)

Monday, August 16, 2010

unfinished thought...but I saw this...

a frightened kitten pads on horizons
darker than she knew;
inside her head are Dreams of Lives where Moon plays Sun & 
angelfish sleep dirty 
in the muck...
blackened tears stain the Water,
 spilled into Homes where freely bubbled joy.
Queens & Kings held court 
Babies cried and danced 
Creatures we never even knew

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Tortured Worlds (working title)

Feels to me like every atom, every cell is a Universe...So many Circles inside Circles, all Touching each other,
at best,
caressing each other...
A separate Universe in your Eyes...
~~~~~~~~~~

Universe in my finger,
warms the Blood of my wine, while
Wildly mourn the scratchy vines, 
scream the disappearance! another group of children!!
into the shared ?  "Universe Human,"
a sad noisy joyful cacophony of Wilder World...

You beckon here  before me,
 in a glass, throaty whisper from DreamTime, 
Dawning crimson horizon
Ancient thirst -
Down...
gentle kisses wisp the Worlds of my Thoughts, 
as you dance around my Mind,
 soothe ached knee's pain, 
its Universe of sinew, bone and ache,
another Universe to navigate
in this Heated, 
sick wilting World, large lonesome land,

a long heavy lady, Nyx, 
smiles faraway up,  with her babies around her,
 Hypnos and Thanatos,
A three-prong-ed NightMare;

She laughs in her Universe on top of Time;
nearer they creep, beneath Night's painted blanket,
Become 
 a deeply quilted shroud 
for those cells, for those Souls,
 happily frozen, even below deepest Water...
Tortured Worlds.
All.

A cell sleeps in a stain of the sole
of an old painted boot from Guanajuato,
still softly damp -
his Soul backstrokes lazy inside Her Heated SkyBlanket,
Rooted yet to this place
He tries to  view his beloveds,
 to scream their burning Universe;
but they're blinded.
We cannot see him in the haze of Her son, Hypnos,
his sweltering gaze
has transported us… to unquiet Dreams.

Universe in my fingertip,
warms the Blood of my wine, while
Wildly mourn the scratchy vines, 
scream the disappearance! another group of children!!
into the shared ?  "Universe Human,"
a sad noisy joyful cacophony of Wilder World...
Universes inside each other,
Tiny Worlds grown large in my eyes,
Universes, all!
They collide in Her Heat;
 percussion waves, stomps.
Tiny teardrops,
Each crystal  holds sweet healing faeries,
dancing like  Moondolls in shaken paper snow
The flakes so Cold, so Real in the Globes of my tongue,
my World-
I’ve paid to be part,
survived to be here
in these frozen burning Worlds

My finger-tip Universe,
I cannot enter you, yet you live in me,
With  the Blood of the wine,  Alive!
 Warm pulsing sound of Her Heart, of mine
I see the Tear,
Sweet little round World
In my Lover’s eye.
His long, slender fingers fold the Mutli-Universed
Dissonant Symphony,
Into  delicate Origami Hearts,
Worlds inside Worlds,  safely quiet now-
Inside the World of  his embrace,
Hypnos may have me til Morn


incomplete August 4, 2010


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