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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

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Zephry's Breath



the Olde Ones owned me,
then threw me out to Free Air -

I still don't know who caught me -
whilst I burst, spinning, to my dizzy doom-full Fall;

I'd hoped she'd be Aphrodite –




Zepher's heavy breaths
tortured
tiny purpled me;
blown, thrown,
froz'n,
tossed,
 ...tumulted...
 traumatized
                me -
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II

"Prithee...  ?
I seek sanctuary en la santita's flailing arms -
Thou seest  ?
a brand's a’blaze atop me maiden's fire."                                                         
                                                                 

"Undesirable Company.
Next!"




"but ...but...
Bloody sainted HoldMums bounced me !
Molten Mattress-Springers screeched !
Their sickly cackling laughter sear-ed screams
charcoaled my teeth.  " {sobs}
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III epilogue

now
I've scattered -
I have lost me

amor, be wary ;  can't afford to lose thee

Thursday, October 8, 2015

part 1, Excerpts f/Burgundy Curtains

(a fragmen, firstly penned in Autumn 2015)   to be continued...)
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II 
Thoughts on Burgundy Curtains (notes)
Please: Open for me the heavy burgundy curtains,
those you brought overseas from England, my love;
Whilst they strangle me,
their Patchouli incense floats over me, enters me,
they cast their spells; I shall not let them destroy me -
I am protected by every vestige of love you invested in Your Theatre;
each time you touched these Curtains to determine who might visit,
I do remember - but cannot speak to you of your memories- lest I hurt thy tender Heart -
These curtains I found so stultifying in England, they hold your many memories
of Love and Chocolate, (a One, are they not?)

I close these curtains for you only for another Moment...
one more Moment matters not so much as your smile's bloom in my Heart...
Until you are ready to open them again.
I shall try my best to see them only as Curtains for Windows,
hung to hide 'gainst prying eyes' imagined nosy scenes...
but I can't help myself, my angel -
I see your Windows, daily with you;
I enter them,
as we are one, my angel;
We are one.

My ache for your pain has me wakeful more than any Actor, or Poet,
more bruised am I with each injustice you feel...
These aromatic stultifying, cat-haired curtains
speak of our precious love, my SoulMate -
forget thee not that I shall never let you fall,
whilst around us, our shared Universe struggles to breathe;
unceasing battles may ensue in pools of darkness,
but our love breeds only Good and Light
in this world we prepare for our child.
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 I am Rich in Love and Joy.
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 (distracting, connected interruption notes ? see you later)

I neither Sleep nor eat

Then again, what can be sweeter for me these Days than 
Insomniac Nihts due to being a-Mused?
If I be  a slave to Words and I am driven to inscribe
my Dreams on paper, so it be -
perhaps I'll be a happier Mommy, a better Wife,
if I can Write and Sleep by Day...

....I've heard a person can perish from being wakeful Night 'pon Night.
I do not want to leave -
I'll cling to this LifeTime with every Breath of my tiniest cellular prisms,
despite these Lights which live for me by Night,
 whilst my babies sleep in blissfull peace