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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

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Part I, "The BoardWalk" series

I tune into you
ever since I was a child (and now)
sitting in a most unlikely place,
seeing Energy take shape, 
assume new form where love had never lived
~~~ 

In you walk
My whole World shifts -
You stepped right into the Energy!
She beckoned you with Joy! your surprising eyes of Sea!
My angel came aLive
To teach me all that I might ever do, and more...
(myriad molds to form in a LifeTime;
Dare I ever dream to build those stores of yours?)
In you walk, my angel...
My whole World shifts...
~~~

You sing me to sleep on a Brooklyn beach
on the Boardwalk, where my monsters sleep, below;
they remain asleep; they flee; your love rocks me:
Your Gift of Peace

for my beloved Nina

foam mansions (excerpt from "The BoardWalk" series)


flowing full rush into Rivers,
whose mouths open wide to ports,
where they crash!
the doors eclipse!
now the Rivers eschew the creatures' shores,
back splash wack!
wild white waves
in force to find new form
draft new-Souled mansions
to be Born
post-Dawn ruins...

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Painted Darker Blue to Desperate Tunes...

Painter:  Darker Blue to Desperate Tunes,
Your kiss moves, simmers Songs, deep caverned Blue
Your deep contralto aches me into Being
I feel your Force, to Prove the Lightening True

Your scarecrow smile, your spindled wasted body
An Iron vessel huge for Singing True
Worlds of pain and love rushed, surged your Being
I feel your force to prove the Lightening True.

Little sister, diasphoric baby
Humanities' fears flushed full in frightened you
Your deep contralto aches me into Being
Your eyes kissed mine inside the orange Moon

Saturday, September 10, 2011

further excerpts from " Circles "

even if  I knew a way to show you the fluid Circle I see,
She whose concentricities form multiplicitous mysteries,
colored bubbles, hoola hoops' spin,
rainbows afloat in diamond spirals;
imperfectly round, exquisite, transparent, 
iridescent Cloud Mount mansions,
all swimming 'round in a huge pool of glow...

if I should know the secret to the Whole
No more Mystery to ponder...
perhaps my bubbles might evaporate -
Empty would be my rich round Life...