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Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

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Angel Robin

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

We Meet Again...

We Meet Again...

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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Seven Springs in Seven Songs, for Leo (excerpts)

Canto I

You can climb that Tree, sweet angel, my son;
Reach the puffy dancey face and hold her!
Who cares if people say you can't eat Clouds?

Canto II  Cloud Sandwiches

Cloud sandwiches taste divinely sweeter
layered in ribbons of Cerulean Summer
Toasted to warm in celestine yellow Light.
NewBorn giddy green, aglow upon your plate,
Smiles up in your eyes, as trees, reflected, do.
At seven, you know the deep love of her smiles;
Hold tight my hand; we'll visit Seven Springs




Monday, March 14, 2011

Photos by Robin; Art & Design by TamEva Le Fay

Trio


Egyptian Queen: Her Dreams, your Screen, my Stage;
Thespian three swirl fantasies, drench your Dreams;
Patchouli-scented Air seduces kings,
Slain supplicant heroes at our painted feet.


Bronzed Feline deities, eyes wink, serpentine,
see all who pass these deep dark caverned paths,
musted over in clay Moon’s crimson dust,
twined ghost queens forever his majesty’s demise…


Egyptian Queen: Her Dreams, your Screen, my Stage;
Thespian three swirl fantasies, drench your Dreams;
Patchouli - aroma-ed Air seduces kings;
Slain supplicant heroes beg at our painted feet.

Jeweled moonbeams writhe nude inside us upon this Stage;
You came to me in Night’s damp drizzled clothes,
A moor-bound waif; you begged I’d grant your stay;
Your escape rode soft on my trance, through silver Night.

We broke our Journey to find our ancient Queen;
Heavy desert Air! She coughed as she awoke;
We lifted her, moved her, weightless to heaven’s stage
You sang her silent songs, gleamed stars upon her screen.

Gold trinkets, Silver! Pearls! Your feline eyes!
Our Queen, their screen, my stage, have you disguised;
You passed anew through one more curtained Dream;
We shall seek you, then away with our Ancient Queen!

Our Trio sings for those whose heads may turn
To feel foreign Wind, to whiff perfume-d Air
Of royalty, though steeped in other Times -
Three queens, our Hearts are yours: all men who dare…

Egyptian Queen: Her Dreams, your Screen, my Stage;
Thespian three swirl fantasies, drench your Dreams;
Patchouli - aroma-ed  Air seduces kings;
Slain supplicant heroes beg at our painted feet.

for T.B.
for T.E. 
for you, both Royal

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Friday, March 4, 2011

Tatoo

A tingle tickles my tiny ear,
the ear with which I wreathed your sweet neck (mine)
I send armies of faeries to remove her trancing eyes from your smile
She throws fingernail daggers; "Be gone, prancing faeries!"
A tingle tickles a tiny ear;
a tattoo inside your fickle heart inflates,
forms eerie madhouse shapes 
I am your only witness
My minions sharpen tiny lethal claws

**(yes, I know it hasn't any meter...that's why I call this a "workshop")
Thanks for reading in my playground :)