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

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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 

Track ninety-nine...sometimes.../ Inspirations...


Poet Friends' Inspirations,  during the Moments in Between desperate Insomniac Hours.... 
HeartThanks for your MindTouch
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a thought Inspired by Twitter's
Perhaps: endeavor not -
Flow trickles; Flow floods...
When Time circles adequately, 
feelings flex, ready to whisper, Brave now, so to sing 

(I changed a couple of Words, as well as order & punctuation. these Words are important to my own creative process. Thank you for the reminder, SirPoet
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a thought ( & Sleep!) Inspired by Twitter's

 Your Words calmed me, their beautiful Heart! Yet I forgot to Sleep, & Morning has arrived! Perhaps an hour: gratitude to your Art 

***Please click on "Expand" by each post above, to see the Inspiring Poet's Words. I didn't post their Words, as I had not yet asked their permission...

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Wednesday, November 14, 2012

by my Soulmate, my Eternal Love

My BeLoved SoulMate's Poem, 12 March, 2013 


Her eyes
Meet Ra's return
Heat
Shadows scurry
Air shimmers
Slender wrists
Outstretched arms
Maiden
Intones sacred verse
Before still Water
Mirrors Sky
© Robin Taylor 2013
 

My BeLoved SoulMate's Poem, 27 September, 2012

Bright dawn, gifted another day
yesterday, held in fractured memory
tomorrow an uncertain promise
----------------------------------------------
She views the world anew
Compassion, grace, the matrices of future innocence
In her eyes an internal truth.
The balance of our violent need
Yes, we adore you
For what else could we do?
Your perfection to mine eyes
Hope in the face of the abyss
Together then we create the future
hold tight against the coming storm
Fall we shall, yet we love and hope

© Robin Taylor 2012

http://www.flickr.com/photos/brit_robin/ 


 

Monday, November 5, 2012

Happy BIrthDay Number Nine to my blessed Gift, my BeLoved son

My little boy fell asleep a little while ago, still age eight;
tomorrow, my little child will suddenly be nine years old! His actual BirthTime was 2:14 PM, England, 9:14 AM here. By the time my son has completed his ninth year of this LifeTime, 
I will have cast my vote for the re-election of President Obama.

 ToDay, my babe brought home a well-written Scholastic handout which discussed
both candidates, their families, their interests, & more.
 I asked him who he would like to win, as an extra BDay Gift, & he made me feel so very proud. :) 
He has been paying close attention, although you might not imagine so. 
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I pray Life is becoming easier for my Friends who have been adversely affected by Nature - 
you are always in my Heart. 
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Sending early JoyFull BirthDay wishes to Leo's BDay twins, my two dear Friends,
 Paula and Alan.  Leo shares his Day with fabulous, prestigious, Humanistic company. 
Wishing you a most beautiful Day in case I'm not online.
 Thinking of you, & of everybody I know, no matter your politics! 
PeacePeacePeace!!! ♥ CherylFaith