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

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

ChayaChaya ‏
 

Patchouli Clouds hover, whisper crescent-Moon-Dreams; 

Burgundy velvet curtains close over pupils wide with animated exhaustion... 

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  ChayaChaya ‏

 

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! :)

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.

  Franz Kafka ‏@franzkafka_

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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

14 Nov SalvatoreWDellePalme ‏@Salwilliam

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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 ‏@Salwilliam  :)

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a thought ( & Sleep!) Inspired by Twitter's Abdul Ghani ‏@ghani_b

Expand 15 Nov

 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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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

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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/ 

 

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

two WordWorks: Full Moon Fury Prong-ed Three: & a Song For Robin

i

her soft Moon sighs; 
pain erupts from her craters into... satire ? 
Could this be Satire, plus group-attuned hysteria?

No.
Now be Reality for many million frightened Souls

One lonely Word Servant finds no sense sometimes

in what is "real," in which is "meant"...

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Her endless moans swear ancient angers; 
trees catch her fury, echo Her yet indecisive Voice;
Need stirs the Violins anyway, to fevery-pitch...

Her Hours' long Sleep: unleash-ed Rage!

the Force of Universal Ire; 

those innocent old Mothers, forced to whisper her myriad-Mooded powers, 

morphed to
... soft ...
...inside your Mind?  

scratches on your walls, like baby cats...

{tap-tap-tap-tippity-tap-scratch-sctratch-
....tap-tap-tippity-tippity-tap-tap-tap}...    

...then...

 Silence.

Swollen Silence.

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ii
  
Silence ....

excepting swish-stir secrets whispered,
by marbled old Oaks,
whose rings sing Centurian Storms' dirged Stories,

rumoured cravings for cleavage: desperate grapplings toward saplings* :


"Hold us, children..
We are unprepared to go over;
our Survival Together
glows, is Paramount.
See Her Majesty swirling, Her eyes, bright-glee-glee greedy?
See she's reeling in Others: sentries, strongmen, 
magic maniacal women who weave webs 'round your feet if you sway in Earth's floor;
They take you.
They know only respect for Her Majesty's urgent Expressions

She lunges, tosses pure Emotion, churning, burning,
(TheTrees TheTrees TheTrees!)
but
May we Be Together Here
We need be strong Together, love,

for only in "Together" 
 may we Live,
may we Survive
 Our kaleidoscopic Journey dictates:
"Ride Her torments,
the Joys, Her Gifts,
 ForEver in plain View,
as long as you want  us;
so long -
Hear Her Fury!" 
but
Our Chorus can resound at least as loudly as Hers - ?
Our Hearts understand;
Our Genes know how -

I bow my head before Her eyes, "My Esteemed, my wise BeLoved Teacher...!"

"Come."

"Children, your spindly limbs support sorrows greater than you realize."

Are the ancient Stories True?

Thou hast shown us photographs:

smokey haunted Winter Tempest backgrounds set askew...by ... *

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Movement II :  For My Only Love, For Robin

You wonder 'bout that argument: 
my anguish begs me whisper you 
inside this threat'ning calm, my love,

My deepest Heart, my Soul's Embrace:

our shouts announced ghosted Starbursts in Her Night's fresh waking choir, 

Voices, clouded, long Before, now Awake! Awake! Awake!

 Her Rage-blown surging powers - 

Their Victory mountains seize, scrape, scream through pipes; you scorch our throats!

Isis speaks:

"Lovers, lovers,  
Still this Night. Be One. Be One. 
Be One."
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Ssssshhh.....hush, my darling, quiet your Heart, let me hear you beat;

 please don't leave no matter how I swing in Winds;

without you I am naught; afloat, alone; I cannot Be...this empty LifeTime...I will wait...

You ForEver hear my Voice wail Emily-toned for you, angel Prince

ForEver Yours; my Heart links yours;

I will await you on the Moors;

I will await you in your England, Tolkien's lanes, grey Skies, our Joy;

I will await you

Always

*  http://thedalove18.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-tree-escapes-her-wild-dark-mood-with.html

iii 
All Night she spent on the doorstep waiting for BigLadyFury..
Her husband wept indoors, dismissed by his lover.
Her tiny insignificant Words flowed on paper, blurred by Winded tears,
til she realized: 
her watered eyes hugged blurred Rainbowed visions, only showed profound, frightened Love:
Fear her Love would go;

wasted Moments

Now he sleeps, her Prince, 
peaceful purrs with Cathy-Cat at his feet,
while his three AM, dazed lady makes a record
not an embrace