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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.

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We Meet Again...

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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

other photos from the Court Jester series: Dreams of His Demise

2 Versions of the same Story...

Your Byzantine kohled black eyes
scald Sky-painted glass, 
scream melted embers all over my 
Sleep,
My Lord, your old Stars mutate!
See?
Now 
I am awake.

II

Ferociously,  I twirl your world 
beneath my nimble fingertips;
Your dervish laughter, legend once,
swirls clownishly, in emptiness

My unEarthly diamond prisms flash,
show your rage's futile sovereignty
for all fae maidens, tiny hands clasped
to see with glee; within, they laugh


I refuse to be reBorn as a fragment of your world

III

Your every effort to recommence
a long, slick, sticky self-monument,
to hold nubile captives, fossilized
while you assume a new disguise -
Your every absurd undulation fails
falls heavy, plods, stomps toward your demise...

I refuse to be reBorn as a fragment of your world
~~~~~

The Goddesses know the vile Court Jester
was ne'er my Lover, but my consequence,
for playing the Game of Open Door, The Open Door, The Open Door..


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rough draft...version 1 


Your serpentine, Byzantine eyes
scald melted mounts,  black embers,
all over my Dreams

but now:

Ferociously I twirl your world beneath my nimble fingertips
As your dervish laughter swirls to concrete ground
unEarthly diamond prisms flash.

I hear your rage;
your grief fills the Sky;
Ironic bellows crash on high...

Your every effort to commence
a long, slick sticky Monument
to hold new captives fossilized,
while you assume a new disguise...

I think, "Time's arrived; waylay your dream!"
insipid monster on ancient screens-
Reach, grab, yet all you do is lose
One finger at a time...

as

Ferociously I twirl your world
beneath my nimble new fingertips

I shriek! Foreign Lightening brightens me!
To think:
I sail beneath dark Seas,
& all I dreamed seemed out of reach...


I refuse to be reBorn as a fragment of your world
~~~~~

The Goddesses know the vile Court Jester
was ne'er my Lover, but my consequence,
for playing the Game of Open Door, The Open Door, The Open Door..


Please click below to 
read other installments in The Court Jester Series


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