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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.

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Friday, December 24, 2010

Fallen RainBow Series Begins to Write through me (December into January 2011)


Ethereal Voice, she whispers circles 'round our slush-ground feet
modern devices, she does eschew
CircleWhispers move her Words:

"Swirling rainbows, snowbound,
falling, falling free free free! 
Please move with care;
Mind the Fallen rainbows 

 *do* mind Her Fallen Rainbows;
step tenderly about their Hearts,
so as not to break their deep Dusk dormant Beauty" 

Teen-aged Philosopher, (Book held to Heart),
Ebony curls frame his cherubic face,
no apparition, he: (he blushes),
messenger, 1488:

"Weeping Rainbows, 
Know you are chosen for
Life on perimeters of our Home, and of distant others  ?
Whose Songs echo inside you?
Your Hearts strings, so strong strung..."

Float before us, Night's Rainbow Chorus
The fright we feel! 
He weeps to feel our pain

"Fallen RainBows we? No! 
We leaped from windows, misery-clouded;
chose free-fall dance over tiny stale crates.
Trample us not...
Our Hearts may break

We hear your fearful dark dread stomp,
see frigid Night's slicky mud grey Road
Brush away your weary Air
Hear us cry your Rainbow Song 
inside virgin Snow


A screaming, scruffled, sweaty man
His calloused hands belie his spirit noble 
His mouth forms a circle huge of pain 
"Help! I'm captive of FallenRainbows!"

RainBow #1: 

"He believes we were thrown from Celestial heights 
or Cinema horror ;
Please know, dear man:
we've lived here, 
flashed everywhere, since Time"
FaeryWoman twirls silently
to Muses she, alone, may hear; 
her tearful laughter pleases our weary ears 

"Each footfall of my little witchy black boot
strikes MidNight 'gainst Her pure new Snow"
Tiny iridescent ethereally colored hands
reach to tickle toes"

Three O'Clock Goddess weeps at the window
She fears the spectacle -
Even while we caress her with our hands, she jumps!
We desire to understand, to ease her woes
"I'm Insomniac prisoner of Fallen RainBows!
Songs, weeping, bubbling laughter!
Sleep's become a distant Dream;
their rivulets rain colors not seen here!"

The Fallen RainBow Chorus, oval-form-ed,  Dawning Light:

"Silly girl,we mean no harm;
We sing to be seen,
our sparkles to brighten those so lost as we.
Sleep be yours;
Our Love to all"
(her heavy eyelids close curtains over ever-wide rivulet-catchers)

Rainbow #1 to Rainbow #8

"Who is she?"
Rainbow #8 to Rainbow #1

She's one of the Rainbow holders. Sshhh...we don't know if she's aware..."


Intermezzo:  Dance of the Exotic RainBows

I see them, their huge innocent eyes,
slowdance upon Clouds
in dewy deep spirals of Time;
 Spirals of Circles of Infinite Light
 Do you see?

Splat! Rainbows on hot desert carpet!
Swish! Splat! RainBows whirl,  paintin' virgin Snow
Splat!Splat! Rainbowed songs along the muddy highway
...Peace colors wild worlds,  in frenzied screaming whirls


Painted Desert Dusk displays:
Rivers run wilder through silent snarling StormClouds
Iridescent angels drive porsches, 90mph,
down vacant Desert roads;
Curtsy my Heart at your Beauty, Sir

...vacant roads are always far from empty...

Errant Cloudburst Hearts,  drowsy drunken Rainbows
 flock to the City of the Painted Desert Dawn
We must wake their eyes with Oasis wine
Sing them time-mellowed songs, ancient voices join,
We attempt to hold their sleeptorn spirits higher

Softer fallen rainbows slumber further toward Her center;
gentle excavation may expose their muted colors;
 Love their softness,
 be enLightened

{Arrives the RoadCrew, dressed in nightMist)

~pretty~ ...

Excavation crew arrives

Venerable Rotund  RainBow, number 4, to be- jeweled, slender NewRainBow number 14: (training)
                                                    "Where did her vacant eyes awake?"

NewRainBow number 14 (in training), to Venerable Rotund  RainBow, number 4:

"so sorry, Sire; her Soul hath Dreamt
nine incarnations; each Time, she spent the Energy of two Souls;
NewBorn to Flight, she soars away from this place
I fear our swords, our raking eyes, blinded by our Colors own
may impede her higher grace"
Venerable Rotund  RainBow, number 4:
"Let's speak her thoughts in the present tense
 magnetize her Dreams
Think inside her Mind,
Be the broken Goddess for a Moment"

Intermezzo el segundo 

 Time is One in Forest Circles 
Liquid NightDance, woven Waters
Drone the names of all his consorts, Loves;
countless nubile daughters

My Skybound gaze shows me, once more, their huge innocent eyes, 
their slowdance upon Clouds ;
their tears spill warm rivers into the Forest
Spin dewy deep spirals of Time;
 Spirals of Circles of Infinite Light
 Do you see?
Splat! RainBows strike musky damp scorched jungle carpet
Swish! Swish! Splat! RainBows whirl,  painting dervish dappled circles 'round Snow-virgins
Splat!Splat! Rainbowed songs reverberate the Air all along the muddy highway
...Peace?  No! Wildly-colored worlds,  in frenzied screaming whirls

ACT III : the Broken Rainbow Goddess, her Journey Home

"Dare we move her eyes to another place?"

"Yes, brother, we  dare;
Her power returns in our sacred holding vow;  
we need fill her empty eyes with azure Dreams,
replace her broken hues, make whole her Soul "


" my ears play naughty frightening games,
or arrived the large ones disguised in silken Night? 
Lift now her feet as I cushion sweet her head
For her eyes must not touch Earth again til Morn"

NewRainBow number 14 (in training), uplifts her fragmented toes; she does not stir.
Venerable Rotund  RainBow, number 4, nods his ancient head; they float her .
 The two RainBows, the Venerable One and the New Trainee, 
three times repeat,
tickling feet, caressing burnished hair
slender silken fingers all over her colors,
they pray: 

"Three O'Clock Goddess, you wept at the window
Do not fear the spectacle -
Even while we caressed you with our hands, you leaped!
We desire to understand, to ease your woes;
Return to our eternal love, please..."

Stage left, enter the large ones, with their freshly hewn RainBow slicing horrors.

"We've come to repossess your Muses"
Damsel whispers down from a tea-tower above the Mount:  
"Prithee leave my ladies peaceful weave."

Color floods the Air, slicing the large ones' toes
The excavation crew,  trainees and those who believe "superior,"
Storm the large ones
 ACT IV   (in experimental stages ONLY, dear Reader)
The Broken Goddess & Woven RainBows

"Superior" RainBows Speak.
They surround the tea-tower Damsel
Multifaceted vibrant colors flash inward, outward, all in Round;
 they intone ancestral prayers...
...hmmmm ...

Rainbow #1 to Rainbow #8: (these be two who fancy themselves "Superior" to Newer RainBows

"aWake, tiny king! Remove thee from thy trance!
Who hither floats, accompanied by youngers,
Dost thou know the fallen Goddess?
She feared the spectacle, peered out with huge Live eyes;
Blinded by spirals of kaleidoscopic colours;
She fell into eyes vacant and cold"

Rainbow #8 to Rainbow #1
"Why do you speak to me in words of old, senior king?
No matter....
Yes, my sire; the Excavation Crew holds her in protected Air
Her poor sweet  body, broken to pieces by fear;
Azure SeaLights surround her every molecule
Could Life be so that we can mend her Soul?"

Damsel whispers down from a tea-tower above the Mount:  
"Prithee leave my ladies peaceful weave."

By ethereal Light of the Crimson Candle,
We see the Damsel move in grace, to See;
 eight legs akimbo in muted RainBow raiment
We know her as Ezmeralda, Spider Queen, of Time

Act IV is but experimental. I sense its road shall quite soon change

to be continued 
(work in progress!)

Monday, December 20, 2010

For my BeLoved Leo

Little Man, my Heart giggles, loves you so much.
I don't imagine my Heart could be more Richly Blessedly Full.
Physical feel Emotional ache

January 2011
My hurricane boy storms home-
Day1, back to school-time;
His glossy eyes swim "Mommy, tired," but he Giggles!
My Heart missed this little Boy terror
Are all little boys terrors sometimes, & angels, most times?

Toys fly by my haunted all-Nighter eyes
I could not sleep for a racket of Words in huddle
now Little One determines to lengthen the Mystery

*Now* ceased to be a Moment to Write,
the second I saw his sweet huge eyes;
In Winter Air, His love heats my Heart 
as a blazing kite
I'm his  

I pray, my Words,
"Please wait, my Dreams, but a Moment-"

aWake? aSleep? Between TwiLight's colors I beseech my Muses,
"Please hold my Stories to your Hearts"

Monday, December 13, 2010

Dream Museum Canto I

Squalid air of the Dream Museum-
Give us Time;
Time Circles, soon-

Lift us - our heavy limbs flailing,
reach toward sweet Rhythm
bright flowers float past us

as we reach for a clearing view

Aromas sweet sleep in the Dream Museum
(Yet give us Time; Time Circles, soon)

Spin us in turgid, wasteland dance
pinned by the demon
"Look! The Mirror!"
we desperately scream for a clearer view

aBoard ancient trains
crawling perilous Mountain tracks;
Souls move as newborn fluid fire
while inside this Desert;
the demon sleeps snoring,
a soft cradled infant
awaiting new Morning
You thought he was Victor,
asleep at the station
While all this time he was really -

Aromas sweet sleep in the Dream Museum
(Yet give us Time; Time Circles, soon)

Friday, December 10, 2010

en el monte...

I am so scattered lately, I lack a narrowing lens,
all scenes blending to older channels,  inside simulcast newer Dreams...&
yes! Those Dreams in between...I, too, have buried books!

I buried one of my books in an exquisitely beautiful town en el monte, in rural central Mexico,
a place so pure, her Air so clean,
her people do not cease to dance slowly, drowsed inside my Dreams,
deep inside,
pure, pooling eyes so rich with love.. 

I have set about searching my poetry's bed.
People's bodies were moved into a museum, due to overcrowding;
A young ingenious man dug for my book before he passed into the dream museum. He was a farmer; "humilde," he described himself.
He holds one of my buried books. I mean to hold its Heart once more in my Journey; I mean to behold his Heart in my eyes.
one Day, in our travels, I will speak with him, Soul to Soul.

**inspired by conversations with Alessandra, December 2010

Monday, December 6, 2010

Five parts of the Same Dream

He told me I could free my Mind, take a walk along FairBridge, color the footpaths purple; 
I believed his lies.

Old Summer Moon, as you stare at me, I idolize you, 
but perhaps my persistence may drive you away, and
I shall have to live among felines *only* -no lovers- 
I do love cats but
I'll miss your magician fingers all over my mind
I dreamed you walked amongst Clouds, Giant Angel in leather;
I couldn't see if you were wearing the gloves I bought for you.

You move like a lover through Clouds, slowly, gently parting their froth. I love seeing you.

(You found five parts of the same Dream.)

Thursday, December 2, 2010

For my Beloved Robin,
Cross-legged in the diamond Night,
 Oblivious to Her chill, 
you sat rapt in Her Light,
the Play of  a January Night before your tender Artist's eye.
La Luna danced for you,
and while I couldn't know your genius' Dream  
you conjured the magic Alive for me
for many a darkened Night.
Your tripod became a diamond eye,
You Gifted me This Smile For Ever
Photographing La Luna
Thank you for your Riches
Thank you for your  Love
photos by Robin

Excerpts from "The Mine"

(Excerpt from"The Mine")

ToDay,blinded by Blue, I enter the MindMine,
My armour, Words & Dreams, deep buried Heart...
Fear, retreat! my Mind she conjures Rivers
Hold open your palms, Her trees Gift bountied tears


(another excerpt from "The Mine" )

Between awake & asleep, I see elusive you
You and the Mrs. whisper on a park bench, cooing
You toss bread & Dreams to chubby white pigeons

Eyes touch, hands' silk rivers tease: love is New.

But...I always wonder, my wistful Heart,
 Do you see me? 
I remember you in these shadowed-stretched Moments;
my dancing nerves dive to reach-
in sudden Wake, I weep.

Your replacements: 
Flying clowns, tarantulas, drowning voices in distorted scenes,
older Dreams. I try to blow them asunder.
Don't want to Sleep