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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

Friday, June 2, 2017

gods (Inspired by J. D. Landis)


                                      gods

                     (Inspired By J.D. Landis) 

(thoughts caught embracing):

Pantheism, as all Theories which imbue
Thoughtful Beings with     
Love and choice,
may paint a non- monotheist with
Protection, Love, and
Hope
Love and Hope
Love .... and Hope

         Eternity lives in the Ancients' palaces;
Their Stories echo;
their Voices robust,
as I am blown
      in soft circles
      through their tunnels;
      I tumble, I dream of the Ocean's dark waves
      as I am tossed.
I ought to be dizzy, as
I do not own my body's cycling waves,
yet fear has flown far from me, finally ....

             We have met before, my friend;
(I place my palm upon thy burnished ankh)
**********************************************

                                             I've prayed to Trees, to butterflies,
                                   to Mountains,  to tormented, Storm - shaken Seas;
                                         Myriad countries have been my temples
   
                                                    Meadows, Moons, Music,
                                                        moody bruised Skies;
                                      My Lover's eyes:  therein live my gods

Copyright CherylFaith Taylor, June 3, 2017

Note: The device upon which I currently type, with neither rhyme nor reason,
has mysteriously decided to embolden a phrase here or there sans my
permission. I shall fix these arbitrary features when my laptop and I are reunited.

Friday, April 28, 2017

AirUndefined

Upon witnessing a Song Sung for Bowie

Beautiful.
If I let rest my burgundy velvet eye curtains
all I hear is Bowie Love, respect,
Art
as felt by millions upon billions of Beings, inhabitants of everywhere.

I wonder where he's off to,
candle - lit, rocket - fired,
starlette's beloved Jewel
a Human she permitted us to see
Where do our Souls live before or after,
or Simultaneously?

If incinerated, where might our (physical) temporary, endlessly recycling molecules go? Do they storm up into a cyclonic dance, then seamlessly stitch themselves together over a new Soul,
a sacred silent sewing ceremony,
performed in a silver palace,
secret, discreet
as undefined Air?

with love & special thanks to
my friend, Hawk Alfredson

Copyright CherylFaith Taylor 2017

Saturday, April 1, 2017

space .... ?


Words and Words and Dreams I sing for thee, love
my Words float, my face awash in mellifluous MoonDreams
where more than once, a nearby Star has caught my eye:
He glamoured me!
but
deep Space's tapestries feel surprisingly warm
Come .... Take my hand
Follow me: I promise thee a Show like no other

Young David Bowie gleamed; his Eyes glimmered;
(He glamoured!)
The Galaxy's grand and thunderous reply lit Universal Darkness -
Lesser Stars flickered

His Soul shone out through his extraordinary eyes;
He shot me a smile, straight into my own eyes !

His smile so enchanted me,
I felt my own smile
could never leave my face;
however,
as your relationShip with
Your LifeTime
is more of Same to mine
than not -

these past several months have unsettled me -
I know they may have done the same for you.
If Life is a relationShip, a' movin' we go
We never end, we never truly die.

Thank you, Mr. Bowie.
I curtsy deeply before thee;
as tulle, lace, taffeta crunch
Crush.
I crumble

With most gentle humble living eyes,
he says our cry's heard everywhere
each separate Home holds prayers for Peace
though mostly, I may pray to Trees,
My attempt's for naught -
I weep and weep
as his rapture caresses me
His smile has yet to leave my face
I have no fear -
I hold no fear.

David Bowie walked here in the 60's
or so he says, as Silence becomes quieter;
I watch him glide smoothly toward a different place - I realize it's hush - hush
I make myself move; I weep,

You hold my hand.
Thank you, my friend.

His gifted smile has never left
but
Thou art here and now, dear friend,
and I love thee, brother.
I love thee, sister.
*************************
I love thee, mi amor, for Rivers of Evers
My True Adventure Began with Thee

Copyright CherylFaith, one cold dia de marzo