Hold Tight

a silver Night floats webbed wings

which catch and hold to sticky things

like Souls who've traveled miles too far

who need their rest - they leave us here, with questions -

Will she ever find an answer?

the chasm's depth and dark seems too huge, beyond belief

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Hold tight to our angels

Hold them to you in this LifeTime

(almost forty-nine years, no, that can't be Time enough)

Hold tight to our angels.

I don't want you to grieve -

I feel so sad for you

I am only sadness in this Moment of your pain

Hold tight to our angels- love them-

may be all we can do

Science hasn't found a way to change Her wicked ruthless Nature

Hold tight, o teacher mine-

Years fall away like pages that you helped me to adore;

the Years fall away and I remember you Joyful,

a newly-wed Idealist

who only 

blessed my World

(yes, you did)

I wish I could lighten your burden.

I close my eyes; send up a chorus of doves into the ether,

that they float to you, assuage your pain;

I send up a drove of doves to light your dark,

a kiss for your SoulMate...

Hold tight, Mrs. G.

Welcome

Dear Reader,

     Thank you for your visit. You have stumbled upon a happening which I have not yet described to my satisfaction. I shall continue to tell you more, as the answers reveal themselves through my fingers. The characters often seem to skip my brain; they land upon a page in ink; blood sometimes traces certain Words, (to make them more distinct?)     I wonder about the origins of images, so clear and vivid, to my Mind, as they spill upon the page...but not *until* they are in process of Becoming...Do you relate?
       warmly, CherylFaith Taylor, September in a year somebody decided would be 2012...

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prologue
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Send them in - the darkling window's drap-ed;
she wears "wait" upon her stark-stare, poker- face,

No, Sir -  you can't see her claws, her virgin
earthbound echoing pawpads, as they trace
pinprickles on your one-time steady back-
no more ;
The Story's obscured to save thee

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Let fly your Night's angels; Earth's window awaits;

their heathen - hid witness' wills quell your fright;

We claim to comprehend - (nor half's revealed),

but Mother, please: we beg their entrance: 

Float

the Angels
cling to silvern Stars' steeped-in-mourning-tails;

to

flashy parade, wavy floats, 

Madison's proud old shadows...

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They glide, til graceful seagulls storm through violet ebony windows,  

whisper secret-shrouded truths (for felines understand;

you see?)

Curtains part; primordial deed, on! their Royal entrance!  -
ancient aching nuptials to celebrate the Seas...

...sacred unions birth aged angels beneath Stars' sacrosanct Songs...

All becomes transparent to your widening

closet Eyes.

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 incessant background buzz
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lost birds suspend sour sticky stars on August's darkened angels' backs;

misty garments, tattered bare, sway empty upon Autumn-Song,

(so deeply long, their Coming)

the smokey feathered woman inhales

Window - eyed, she lies astride the Wind

to mimic birds' mourning Autumn flight

Autumns' angels on parade; I am afraid; I'm motherless;
O Mother of all, shall you shield me?  
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 Feline-register Music fills my window;

Cats chirp, squeak -  their voices warn Fall's widows;

Should baby felines fear a Fall-Borne menace?

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 intermezzo
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I know I must regard in Fear, respect their clandestine Lives; hide eyes...

Yet float them in now, Mother; finally Time;

He's parted burgundy silk; stage hushed;

satin, en pointe, whisper-twirls on  Night's chilled virgin screen;

Heaven's aromas compose this Theatre;

 the Cats sit still, upright, enjoying terror's grip...
they  groom each others' scents away,
pronounce their Tribe;
announce The Scribe;
chirp like tiny birds, as the mellifluous Night unfurls itself -
spectacular show!
they Joyfully prepare each other for the ride
again

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Act II:  (burning dedication for you,  D.d.A -
where art thou, these brief'ning

later Days?)

let them in, please, now, Mother!

enter here; we are finally alert;

ancient Stage made whole, dust, Rain - hazed;

puppet - bone fingers lift the Ladies's crumbling veils
move high, move high, move higher - look! - feast upon her horrid eyes -

audience faints to see black howling chasms

where eyes should flash! (new sight cannot survive here)

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Autumns' angels on parade; I am afraid; I'm motherless;
O Mother of all, shall you shield me?  
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Once more, we wander through the thick Autumn Dark;

(The Felines and I anticipated fae);

afloat through Autumn's first true darkling Hours;

No Light flows through our hungry eager eyes;

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the epilogue

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Still...

Hush...

Let them enter.

Welcome, Lady, in your teary burnished taffeta;

Welcome, Mother...{shivering, trembling} "please be kind."

but nonsense Words are all that's heard;

my neck crackles in her clammy claws;

tiny kittens cower and mew;

Dark is All
Dark holds sway
(A sparrow twitters, "cheep-cheep-cheep-cheep-cheep!)
Damon scampers to the Window
All seems solvent for a Moment
kittens sitting in the Window
standing guard
sentry loves

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Autumns' angels on parade; I am afraid; I'm motherless;

O Mother of all, shall you shield me?

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A Dream...
Tis all another sodden soaking Dream;
Her spell cast once again...sigh...

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fin 

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The Wake's warm embrace, eyes bright, cheery, luminescent

reflecting SunBeams in the River...

A mourning wastes new Autumn DayLight;

Tis all a Dream

All a Dream

All a Dream again

again...

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"Mother, did you hear me scream in the Night?"

Cherubic face holding roses beams, bemused;

"Of course not, darling; why would my angel cry?

A Dream, my sweet, twas all but a Dream - Awake now.

Open your arms; let Dawn's new Autumn Sun seep into you.

She warms you."

surrender

welcome

tiny twittery message to friends...

I copied these 140-character utterances here (below), in case your eyes don't see them on Twitter,
I have several online friends with whom I don't interact sufficiently for them to know I care...
Please realize I don't mean to be unfriendly, and I have you in my Heart !
I do love Twitter but I can't be online as often as I would like...

I twittered these Words to you this Evening, because I felt sad: Friday once more, and again, I cannot do #FFs or tell you how you so often lighten my Heart.

Thank you so much for having mentioned me, and I hope to be back to you soon.

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*If we meet here and now for the first time, you can probably see: I'm a Word and Language geek!

I capitalize "Word" because I absolutely worship Words.
I am their unworthy slave. If only they would speak to me more clearly, perhaps I could serve them better.

I am listening! Can you hear me, O Great Ones?
Words have huge potential to help heal the Human Race.
I want to do my part, to perform as best I can,

whatever be my mission in this achingly beautiful World. 

My power feels small, as I have little financial ability to help anybody...

all I can do is to love....and to Write...

I love my family, those closest and those more distant. My little boy, aged 8, and my husband and SoulMate...I would give my Life for either or both of them, if it ensure their safety, and that they would know Joy...However, I would much rather enjoy Life with them!! You can see images of my beloved men, as well as of my ancestors, within my Writing, although much of my Writing is completely fictional.

You can also peruse and find actual photos of the people whom I most love...

Many thanks for Reading. May you be comfortable and rich in Love, Health and Joy.

CherylFaith, September 21, 2012, (on a calendar a bunch of people have agreed to follow, a couple millenia ago, but which is not the *only* calendar...)
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Below are the twitterings I mentioned. In case you are not a person who uses the Social network called Twitter, it is a place where people from myriad walks of Life speak to each other, voice their feelings, their actions, quite often in symphony with other World Citizens. Each "tweet" must be composed of no more than 140 characters. Once can discover treasure on Twitter, or one can find decay...I pray to add positivity, even though I am neither a frequent nor a powerful Voice...

My user name on Twitter is: ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya. This Evening, I uttered:
 

" mi twittery protocol-invisible to thine eyes? 

tis flittery Time:  chained to claims mundane but Gold, 

eyes widest to Beloveds' Lives entwined "

*of course, I had more to say, so I continued, but in a less Poetic Voice  (I love the Word, "Voice," so it also receives a capital initial consonant.)

" so please think not:"she ignores me" - I appreciate you more than I can say! I simply can't say so now! Meanwhile, warmWishes & Thanx for ~you " 

**I took the liberty of stretching the two utterances out a bit here, so they would be a bit clearer. 

Insomniac HeartBeats...

Mick! :) 

You will be so near us in December...an hour's pretty ride.  If you were to meet my son, you would make his Day, his month, his year. At the age of eight, he shall never forget the man who taught him the Word, "whisper," who taught him how to perform tongue- touch-teeth- tone sounds, which help him develop his speech, thus aiding his everyDay Life. I shall desperately attempt to find tickets to your shows, as we are so very close! Sadly, finances dictate that I discover every twinkling win-ticket contest, & pray pray pray pray pray!!! We must somehow meet you - you and your three other beautiful friends have made a difference in all our lives, (my husband is from Britain's W. Midlands, & I am from upstate NY). We love you all so very much and we wish you all the best. Perhaps I make a fool of me to write to you, to pray your Words...I am a Dreamer, born to be a Poet; Words have always Lived inside this Heart, tickled my Mind. I see a chance to meet you, Sir. I Dream; I Dream, but Life can be the sweetest Mystery...Please see us, Sir. We hold you in our Hearts and send the warmest HeartVibes 'cross Seas and Time to all of you, Gifted Musical Magicians...Poets, Dreamers, Rockers, Lovers...all The Rolling Stones Royalty!  Whosay? We say! We know. You have progeny and so we know you understand. Please meet us and our boy?

September 2012              
ChayaChaya ‏

Did I really send a rambled twittery to Sir Michael just now? Certain I fell into sweet insomniac Dream. Maybe I can sleep now @MickJagger

@MickJagger Good Sir Michael, your brilliance shines in every dynamic motion of your body and Mind. Through each fresh painting of your richly RainBowed Life, you have sparked stellar Poetry, shining a unique & unparalleled Light from inside your Soul to your captivated adoring world Audience. O Gifted, invincible, charming, vibrant Humanitarian, my Heart sings you thanks and toasts your continued joie de vivre. Please catch specially sparkling HeartVibes, as they float the warming Sea, in journey from the Heart of this humble British-American Home, right into your very own. Please hold these HeartVibes close for a Moment; know they are borne in the Heart of a girl whom you've touched with magic Inspiration. 

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at nearly five AM, with two snickering alarm clocks gaping at me, audibly giggling about their six o'clock screams, I am bemused and slightly freakified that I wrote these Words this Morning, and sent them sailing across the Atlantic! I am really aSleep; I'm certain... 


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ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya   23 sept 2012 (on a calendar somebody created long ago; other calendars exist...or ought to do...what do you think, Sir?) 
 

Who imagines @MickJagger will read my flaky floaty Poetry?Who believes he will respond? I felt very shy,but I said,"why not?" Peace& POETRY

ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya

@RollingStones Please help a dreamy Poet? My Heart would glow to know Mick read these Words I wrote for him HeartThanx http://thedalove18.blogspot.com/2012/09/chayachaya-did-i-really-send-rambled.html …

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I have no idea whether or not Sir Mick ever read my Words, or ever will, but...

27 Sep Mick Jagger ‏@MickJagger

Hi there, check out the trailer for the new @RollingStones film #CrossfireHurricane it gives a pretty good taste of th… http://say.ly/GpB4g1M 

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Hi there, check out the trailer for the new @RollingStones film #CrossfireHurricane it gives a pretty good taste of the movie http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRodNxDEiYc&list=UUB_Z6rBg3WW3NL4-QimhC2...

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I was one of those Retweets & one of those Favorites.  I responded ...call me shocked! 
I'll likely never know who, but
 some Lovely Soul decided to Gift me....
Thank you so very very much...I am truly blessed. 
(Insomnia Gifts, too. :)
 XOXOXOXOX 

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(Visitor to this strange space where my Words of times fall, 

below, you can see the source of my Jubilation!!!  

 

14h ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya

@MickJagger @RollingStones

  

Sublime to find news of #CrossfireHurricane  

on this Rich Magic Night of the jeweled Harvest Moon.

You shine,Mick

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the apprentice

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.

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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.

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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 

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She lay in drink- drowsed guilty dreams

drink-drowsed dirty dooming dreams. 

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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