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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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Friday, May 27, 2016

the apprentice (2012 - 2016. *****Adult Content; be thee warned***** movimiento el 3, 1943/2016, Night's Mares hired to bring ...

Survivors

awakening ?
  
stagnant, soured crypt-born breath.
dead dry dull be-drugged lumberous limbs,
unnatural, torpid, slothful misery - mired miasma,
snake onto the doll's blanched legs
sputom covers its arms as they try in vain to rouse her
(she's a doll! are you crazy?!)

‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’ 
Cries are vain.
Your crying is so very vain.
You are so very vain, my dear,
but this so endears me to you, my love -
now stroke me here, my little doll;
stroke me darling; do not cry;
the comedy: her reddened eye,
a missile aimed a bit too high -
Cries are vain;
you feel no pain.
You Feel No Pain.

You Feel No Pain.
 ~~~~~~~
Life hangs in dreams of other times - only - 
nevermore, not here, never here again -
 “”””””””
Life's far-flung angels, replaced by saccharin beasts;
flesh rolls, turbid torturous bellows
upon the tiny downy pillows,
pins the petite porcelain creature;
murdered heart; stilled sane soul;
(never really stolen Soul)
stained crimson numbing treachery;
a fortnight sleeps the memory
three - decade death, debauchery -
inanimate creations do not sleep;
man-handled forms no substance make;
life, now a thing to look upon
a once-remembered dream, a dawn,
a song, smiles, love; no morbid steeping;
quagmired hopes, desperate screams - 


She lay in drink- drowsed guilty dreams
drink-drowsed dirty dooming dreams.
 ~~~~
crush such lecherous vapid demons
stir curdled leche *  in their tea
malignant monsters pound pale porcelain
dead the dolls who blinded be -
“Take them to your quilted halls;
anesthetize their baths, burn all;
confiscate their tight-laced shoes,
their bottled love; their airless thrills;
feed them tiny rainbow poison
rolled in ether, made by boys
who self-flagellate in basement cells
conspiring to demonic calls…”

be above;
be silent behind your huge oak desk,
where dolls lie coiled in deep unrest;
experiment: the Fury pays -
always offer them a space
to speak; pretend to hear their cries;
in history they find a way
to still the pain
to slay the dreams;                                   
call them crazy
steal their lives
frigid smiling doll housewives
sing on the telly
play world games;
some celebrate a different way;
some celebrate in other ways;
(we pay and pay and pay and pay .... 
what are our crimes?
maybe I shall never know
maybe we will never know
and we cannot confess
we can never tell  
you know why 
~~~~~

She lay in drink- drowsed guilty dreams
drink-drowsed dirty dooming dreams. 
~~~~~~
 
Hold the doll down - down!
Irritated dolls have been known to speak – 
         “down! down, she cried! “

Tease her mouth; the willow switch tickles them;
Look!

(drowned laughter foams upward above her; she floats away on its current}
("teacher, terrible thing, what happened to the gold girl - do you wonder where she's gone?")
“ look away; look away; you may find this part slightly unpleasant.”
(how do you survive here?)

Early; too early, four in the morning! I should be dreaming; should have had my sweetened tea! (drifts…)
“…you selfish bastard! Help me finish here. Stifle! Here! A rag - stuff the mouth- there - good- good boy- “

Really? really I may go far? (earnest and hopeful) 

* leche : milk, Spanish

fantasies: the Ancient Priory: Dudley, West Midlands, England



musings: the Ancient Priory: Dudley, West Midlands, England

( always: Be prepared to capture huge round reverberating HeartVibes...)

reedy-piped Music swirls, swells, 
                                                      crescendos,
aWake!

Hills bounce, roll, tussle, shoot emerald echoes over ancient arbors;
once shreds, alabaster ebony birds re-animate,
float down to repose
upon
delicately chiseled stone deities
(hear their Music?)
**********************************************
Intermezzo:

Divine this Circle:
jeweled nocturnal Mountain Sky,
where
orange Lights spray tangerine mists;
melt apricots, peaches,
 tangy Southern mangoes;
spread
honeyed nectar Songs, unabashed,
while
Her enchanted Seas' secrets caress us in whispers ....
 oooh.... these Clouds' tender touches:
(where? oh when? have we moved to now?)
********************************************************

Her drowsy painted tapestries,
dusk's wild horizons, brush-woven bounty
hidden maidens' apparitions
awake
beneath roseate garden canopies
tucked inside Night's turban - 
but
Once here strode monks, dreaming of lilacs glow', alight upon feather pillows:

(the sweet ones' Gifts, to make you live;
the sweet ones Gift,  to make you  live.)

Here strode monks; 
see their outlines midst Her shadows
Over here inside her valleys
their long be-robed legs stretched to wake upon the Evening Air
drifting in the cool damp grass
away, 
beyond the priory, to the cloistered orphaned dove-calls,

O, ye distant cluttered Souls,
where have you gone? 
oh! I see you two
I embraced Round Faeries' venerable dust 
                                       
                                     (sshhhh...)
"You float in a new Heaven;
 hear friendship's sweetest whispers?
each Moment,
 widen your eyes.
a little bit more
be not afraid


***Poems in Garlands***
 for my TruestAngel, my SoulMate, my sweet LK, Robin:
 see the grounds where we were wed?

© CherylFaith Taylor 2013 - May 2016