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

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Thursday, December 27, 2012

scarlett

swollen scarlet float a'blush in Rain
virtuously, silently grows the verdant Grain;
a crimson field smiles; petals open, new;
I smile, a child, beneath the swarms of June

Bloom! (your petals still intact, your Song)
I come, disguised as Moon amidst fresh freeze;
my Light doth flicker; soft, scarlet heads weep:
"BeLoved, long we've waited for thy smile;
Thine eyes a'shine with MoonBurst, caught inside;
sweet Rounds: we're grown plush cushions for your Light!
Our sole desire: we thieve away thy pain,
to bounce your aches to Venus' new-borne babe!"
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Venus' cradle embraces thy babe;
Two Cherubs beam Joy - two pure Hearts seem saved;
Softly, sink thee into pillows aglow,
Lit by flamed flowers whose name you don't know
  (oh so well...oh so well...oh so well...
so well you remember now;
you doth know our hold) 
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swelled scarlet eiderdown whispers your name;
"Welcome, dear angel - tis Time you remain"
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one tiny tear shines upon her doll's cheek, as she sinks, 
she succombs,
a porcelain creature without motion;
deeply, she inhales dark scarlet satin-silk songs
she is home, she is gone, she succombs
face flat down,
her lashes are moist in sweet ether-Mourn's dew
down
down
down
into poppies
words hath flown free;

but
"aaahhh," she breathes
in supplication
into red flowers;
into a different Dawn


Saturday, December 22, 2012

a Prayer to ~run instead of to `trudge

Off the top of my head, upon awakening from a strange sleep with
 James D. Morrison whispering in my Mind...
He asked me, "Did you have a good Life when you died?"  
His actual Poetic Words are: "Did you have a good World when you died..."

I haven't died, but I have been "trudging"...I know I'm not alone. 
Tomorrow, I wish to run! 
I wish to be lighter, to allow myself to feel the ever present Joy within me...
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"How's it going, CherylFaith," asks digitally-Souled FaceBook. Then I must remind me, Facebook is not merely "digitally-Souled;" in actuality, all Social Media moves by the Minds of Humans. 
We make the game as we trudge along. But no! The people who move machines trudge not! We run! Tomorrow, I do not want to "trudge." I want to feel Joy as I haven't in awhile...

I pray my Heart holds the ability to reach people all over the Universe; 
I pray to heal, to soothe. I am so very tiny, though. Yet all of us, ~Together... 
We caress each others' Hearts. I know I seem to ramble here...
I believe this is a prayer that we "Awake!" (allusion to JD Morrison, Eternal Poet);
 that we move our Hearts in care for each other, brothers and sisters everywhere; 
that we find the Joy to caress the tear on a grieving mother's face;
that we save each others' very Lives.

My Mind sees so many faces for Gratitude... 
I am grateful to you for your Read of the ramble I wrote.
 I am grateful to you for your humour, your acceptance, your tolerance, for the Joys you share. 
I love how you "run" sometimes, rather than "trudge," although we all sometimes "trudge". 

May we continue to move, in directions positive, 
even when nothing makes sense, even when nothing rhymes....
HeartVibes...♥ CherylFaith

Thursday, December 20, 2012

a New Shakespearean Tragedy unfolds... :)


THE TRAGEDY OF ARTHUR comes to the New York stage!

Opening March 22, 2013 at

TBG Theatre

312 West 36th Street

NY, NY

by The Guerrilla Shakespeare Project

please click for details!


Many thanks to all you wonderful people who have supported the Project with your kind thoughts and/or monetary donations.

***GUERRILLA SHAKESPEARE can still use your help:
guerrillashakespeare.org/ 
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(posted early January, 2013)
Please Click here to save the Bard!
 ToDay be this campaign's final Day ! 

Continue Shakespeare's Legacy!
Run, Run, Run with that torch! :) 
Please know you are important
http://www.indiegogo.com/newshakespeare?contribution_success=true&pledge_id=1594963
The Guerrilla Shakespeare Project proclaims:

" This is our first time venturing from the safety of Shakespeare's established canon; our first time working with a living playwright; our first WORLD PREMIERE; our first venue within
spitting distance of Times Square. "

The Players are "...seduced by {THE TRAGEDY OF ARTHUR'S} beauty, power, and unpredictability..." So are the Readers!

The Project: a collaboration borne between the ingenious Minds of Modern-Day Scribe extraordinaire, Arthur Phillips, and the revolutionary members of the GSP.

Be a part of Literary/Theatrical History! 


above photo: The Bard, Sir Arthur Phillips
 
http://myemail.constantcontact.com/GSP-Announces-World-Premiere-of-The-Tragedy-of-Arthur---.html?soid=1102498794305&aid=Rhsp2JpfujA

Did you know you can hold 
a A lofty place in History/Herstory, 
the memory, the certainty, of your Golden kiss 
upon the Immortalization of *Fine* Universal Culture? 


above photo: The Players, The Guerrilla Shakespeare Project :   please click below to see more!

The amazing, Ingenious, Inimitable, Breathtaking: 
Bard of Brooklyn  

please click below to see his website

So cool! Auditions for a NY Production! BroadWay soon!! 
Guerrilla Shakespeare's Ad for Auditions!!


    The ~Amazing~ Guerrilla Shakespeare Project hard at work...down to the nitty gritty...
all that paperwork, the necessary fundraising for the Immortality of The Arts...




The Guerrilla Shakespeare Project hard at work.
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"Congratulations to the 50 companies who were awarded 4500 free rehearsal hours in Round One of the 2013 Creative Space Grant program...."
"The Guerrilla Shakespeare Project was awarded a grant from 
The Alliance of Resident Theatres/New York
 with support by the Andrew W. Mellon Foundation!!!"




" The Guerrilla Shakespeare Project approaches every Shakespeare play as a new play. GSP fosters a vibrant, passionate, visceral connection between actor and audience to make inventive and immediate American theatre from classical works. Struggling always for simplicity and precision, our company pro.... "
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Arthur Phillips Reading from THE TRAGEDY OF ARTHUR in Greenwich Village, NYC, April 2011

Arthur Phillips Reading at Sleepy Hollow, NY (further upstate), October 2011


Follow that Bard! Arthur Phillips on Twitter.


Arthur Phillips is neither a relative nor my employer! 
I have been present at three of his Readings, however, and
he is a humble, kind-Hearted person.
I promote Mr Phillips because he is simply (complicatedly)
The Greatest Scribe of Our Times. 
 I am 100% certain his name and his Art shall be Immortal.
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*~*~*Please make a donation, correspondent to your means, to assure that this
imaginative, lofty Project achieves Fruition:

 http://www.indiegogo.com/newshakespeare?contribution_success=true&pledge_id=1594963 

OR

Please donate a smaller amount...by visiting Guerrilla Shakespeare's site,
*Every* donation counts: *~You~* are ~Important~
By donating $1 or $20, 000,
you can proclaim yourself as a person who has helped to perpetuate Literary/Theatrical His/Herstory.


 http://guerrillashakespeare.org/Donate.html



Many thanks, much Love out to a World which needs Joy to spread...
My personal hope is that somehow every positive we do for another Living Being 
shall result in healing, somewhere,
shall help to bring Peace to our Universe... 
 
Heart to all, CherylFaith

*ps  as of  27 December, 2012:

  an auspicious date has been chosen for
 "the first NEW Shakespeare in 400 years" GSP

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Garden Mind's Weave

distant Candles glow Their quiet Joyous Songs
into his eyes;
those growing Globes, 
wondrous, Widen! : Clouds! aLive!
Afloat; arrive!

Sun-showered in Wine, this drowsing Day,
Her Hours for Dream;
'tween wake and Sleep,
Her Harmonies echo Seas' deep Lovers
to Night's secret weeping, flickering Mines!

(this Garden - mine?)

(I don't deserve thee)
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Clouds kiss foam mists, fill verdant valleys,
swoon to Hypnos' painted sprays of
jasmine-swath-ed cherry garlands woven 
'round Her Eve-beamed face;
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weary wayward sailors
chop black Seas' uncharted turbid Air;
growing Globes awiden! Clouds, aLive! will guide you
disappear
your fear
for peaks hold floating, painted clouds
to show you

drink Her Air
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Garden Mind weave; woven, intertwined, upon my baby's ceiling,
quilted Nightmares soothed, now hush his tangled, ach-ed, restless Mind;
their faces trans-ceruleaned, thick warm curtains, form Stars' Choirs' LoveLines
to lull black ancient Mines to Moondust,
flow jasmine juice: soothe darlings, mine

Saturday, November 17, 2012

a few recent thoughts, in 140 characters or fewer (but usually *no* fewer; sometimes slightly more!)

     Upon occasion, generally when the only other Creatures awake in this house are: a Feline or two,   various Spirits & (if I am extremely fortunate) a Muse or two!...
 my sometimes Friend, one "ChayaChaya," enters the microcosmic Universe of Twittery. 
Her Friends of that World never fail to Inspire her... 

*~*HeartThanks to my lovely, imaginative, Creative, Talented twitter Friends*~*

     Here are a few recent Insomniac thoughts... 
When I happen to post these thoughts in my strange online workshop, I tend to edit a bit, (ie I add a Word or punctuate differently than I am able to within the confines of Twitter's 140 character parameters)

17 November, 2012


 
Patchouli Clouds hover, whisper crescent-Moon-Dreams; 
Burgundy velvet curtains close over pupils wide with animated exhaustion... 

 
System alert: 
We are tired, o gods & goddesses of Natural, tranc-ed Magick. 
Please Gift serene Dreams to your chronic insomniac players 


Thank you so much for your Read, your comments, your follow! 

I will soon publish more brief lines here...Twitter truly helps me with my Writing - I must be more concise; every Word, every character *counts*...
If you know me, you know I do not find this an easy task! :)



Friday, November 16, 2012

Love letters to Dr. Franz Kafka...


I shall be adding to these. The Words will come from various places.


I have an urge to go another way with Time...
This Time
( ToDay is August 16, 2014, as measured by some)

& somehow, Inspired by Robin Williams,
I wonder if Robin Williams liked Kafka. Somehow, I imagine the answer is "yes" -
I like to Dream so...


Kafka has me captive on his DreamCloud. 
Thick black smoke surrounds, but harms us not.
He wrapped us in a cloaking-bubble blanket before he stole me

(I keep finding Kafka in my Writings. He awaits me here, but
most of the Time,
he lies, prone and somehow, innocently-
He be long curved angles all over my purple - covered,
 spiral- boundless notebooks

This one, of the link below, appears somewhere else in this online workshop of weirdness:
but I shall place those Words here, within the Collected Kafka angle-circle Dreams...

(in case you desire): (in ceaseldess editing motion, as my Emotions turn:
http://thedalove18.blogspot.com/2014/06/a-kafka-bug-suite-kafka-character-dream.html
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8 September , 2013

Franz' hands; his fingers: long, soft brown; 
his face of purest, delicate Moon - Wolf;
his angled shapes illuminate and round my empty cave;
my long-lost graven Snow-drifts, 
dipped in these Days' solemn honeyed-hopes...
 
Full now, with dreams; 
my softened screams;
I thank thee, curtsy; 
so clumsy am I to you, lost Prince...
Rich with his diamonds I'm stranded here whilst in & out he fades
 

March 28, 2013 
 Kafka hovers, frowns; his Mind aches;
      his thoughts haunt smouldered silvereen tree-leaves, 
        make them appear to gallup;
            He juggles plump black grapes; his smile Lights;
                          gloom departs his dancing eyes;
                             his Poet's spirit drenches me in secrets.

(a Heavy, desperate Sigh-
Angel mio, please don't go- hold tight to my bruised body)
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I daren't decipher Dreams while Dr. Kafka lies above me:

(Frozen flames consume her bruising thighs.
She cannot declare to thee: "I'll be thy lover")
Her Soul need soar, believe exploding skies 

I daren't decipher Dreams while Dr. Kafka lies above me:

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He slakes his thirst: drinks swollen plum trees' Bounty
his lips glow,  plumed dark nectar,  wine,  patchouli;
he bows, teases my faeries to their knees;
his moans, so pure, out-pour his Soul
into my deepness...

Dr Kafka stole my memory
charmed my demons so they'd captivate me

15 Nov
I love you w/onyx spider eyes, echoes of your Joy, your Dark;
 I love you as ivory stallions stomp through black Volcanoed Snow


Dr. Kafka, 
When I Read ~You~.....I "Favorite" every line;  
my appetite for your Thoughts knows no satiation. 
I love you desperately. 


13 Nov
 last Night I traveled North to meet a man who 
knows ways to make shadows dance,
 even in stultified Air. 
Kafka embraced me; the fever-Shine in His eyes!
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A few of my favourite Franz Kafka quotes:

"Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; 
don't edit your own soul according to the fashion." 

" All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else."


  "Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence..."


  "Write regularly! Don't surrender!"

"Alas," said the mouse, "the whole world is growing smaller every day." 
 special thanks to one Twittery's @franzkafka_ for posting these quotes regularly on Twitter.


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I await a few of Dr. Kafka's Diaries. I don't know how to wait! Going crazy!!! :) 
I read Kafka in college, but not a sufficient amount;
I absolutely appreciate him more *now*...I cannot get enough.....
please check back...especially if you like Kafka 
xox CherylFaith