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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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Friday, June 27, 2014

excerpt from "Tapestry of Muses"

Courage came with no small thanks to thee.

The spinning sphere of Time's recycling cuts
Devours my Mind, unsettles me to tears;
My loves, my Dreams, my fears' merc'less assaults
Unravel me then spin me Home to whole -

I remember your eyes' intensity in Rain's rhapsodies,
the Wisdom Lights you cannot help but utilize to study Truths;
I remember your voice's gentle Music as you Read,
soft shy grace coloring potent Poetic ports;
I can only imagine how you must, at times, suffer the ache
Of thoughts too deep to think, to feel at once,
Time's cruel face as you reign in Jewels, who settle, softly,
with seeming ease, into sentenced corrals, into Life! -
into Immortality's embrace.

I remember you in Rain, in Snow, but truly,
an Autumn Sky's spectacular adieu,
one enigmatic, magical October Eve;

and I pray you suffer never -
I thank you for your Soul's/Mind's shares
with all my Heart...

My gratitude Immortalizes you
Immortalizes who I am, if ever I've been anyone;
if all this stage is but a World,
no greater Gold has blessed my Mind,
than a lithe dark Light, winding his way to a train.
A Poet's Heart felt the embrace of Universal Minds,
The Greats.

Should my eyes close now
to open in another Time,
I shall remember your Mind's fingers, freeing my Words 

**for an Immortal; for thee, AP  

note:
 Myriad men may share thy glorious name, but
a singular "Arthur" blazes thru Time's Soul
with Words magique to move bold Readers' Minds
from Brooklyn's Heart to farceurs' entomb-ed Gold 

Saturday, June 7, 2014

a kafka bug suite: a Kafka character dream

movements I
purple bubbled "p" pops; tis letter number three in "sip your drink, mate..."...
everything slants shrilly once again;
I feel me slipping...falling---
pity, as Purple stands Royal,
like that Creature in your glass...
purple letters create too much noise...
      ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 Movements II : consoling Violets

Limbo'ed Raven-Folk reside in card-hotels;
those who do not fear.
those who do not dare to fear-
they visit -
we kiss them through a tiny violet window in the grove -
candles flicker, blaze the orchard;

our card-hotel sign screams, "Open"

Violet screams when forced to see
these purple letters follow me
I must console my desperate friend -
(I drop her into your glass again)
now breathe....breathe  -

We will pretend our bravest selves
to visit where the Ravens flow in
Violet's Rivers, 
beside those card-hotels who stole her name -
I think she'll dream upon reprieve -
but
Will she dream a new return?

.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Intermezzo (in a bug-pub) 
a "bug-pub is a solution for those who cannot stop the Meta morphoses

"you've poured more than a solo query to the (very ugly) bug," declared 
two tense-worthy causers who live in black shoes;
heir stiletto heels in a bunch: (our profound "pretty ponds")
afloat with plasticine piles, protruding beetles
climbing, creeping through thick-fuurred sticky Night.

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movements III  

"tormenting Violets"
the kafka bug
he be a bloated - bellied guy -
He rolls round toward her purple door
"I love the sound of the Word,
"Violet," he oozes,
his wirey hair askew
askew in a silent whirring wind
we cannot see

all our worlds askew at once
all our Words cyclone, torment Violets, 
pass, whistling, through each other's rounds -
May we catch them, ball their electric dream hair into sense,
heal Violet's insomnia?


magenta dustballs rise like lies 
afloating round his head as he eats exits.