StormSongs

Song I

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  My aching pen awakes me Nights;
  My Sleep doth not protect me, steals my right to save my body,
  (yet Gifts me opportunity to cure my Soul...)
  Pain to try to Sleep sans Write...
  Aches to contemplate Write sans Sleep;
  
  I must be clear: I cannot claim to have written anything...not a Word!
  please tell me where the Words are Borne, those sacred Beings, Golden Storms,
  a'glitter in the TwiLight, moored in Evenings' theatres' hues,
  mezclados, like our World, the mixing Wind;
  my siblings All...
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  Song II
  
  

  BlackWoman, White Woman, FuryFull Woman;
  thou art uninvited Guest in our Home;
  Home's aromas: Rich cafe, with wanderlust's cream, dreams of galloping Hills;
  Home's Dreams open wounds, whose echoes screech! ...
  
  Sad we cannot make love to thee; 
  we hide in Home
  we muse, we Read,
  you touch us softly should we peek,
  seductive windows to thy Soul;
   the love you make for us, (sans potential, fatal, ice-carved slides)
  thy whirling, beguiling, TreacheryDance 
  be thy sex a'twirl, or mayhap frigid paper dolls in spin?
  Her latently furious origami finally freed?... 
  

  carefree...AirFree,
  thy conscience awash : constant frozen baptism
  
  Woman, Woman, Woman,
  Your Freedom Play 
  doth blanche our Souls...
  doth blanche our Souls
  Graces, my love
  Graces be thine
  

  
  

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    CherylFaith: Eighteen Billion Jewels Question: but the Storm doesn't enter our Homes, does it?

    
    
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    CherylFaith: Eighteen Billion Jewels Reply: But yes, mi amor, The Storm is here; la Tormenta me duele*
    
    *me duele means "it hurts me" (Spanish)
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    notes:
    

    
    I ached all Day to Write, but could not because my Love felt ill. Dr. Leo & I mended him, ministered to him. Now he tries return to sleep, and I type...

    Thank you so very much for your Read.

    I pray you feel or see inside the Words...

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  Song III

  he asks "Have you been drinking, love?"

  • "what of it?" sneers my twin, 
    Old Egypt's daughter,  Life Before;
    My doppelgänger would never hurt me, 
    but she imbibes peyote pure.
    
    How strange this Life I think I'm living; how unbelievable my name. 
    I hail from nineteenth Century shtetls, Jerusalaim, of Golden Rain.
    I am Star-drenched Dark, as I'm Gifted Life; 
    my people danced glories 'round fugitives' Fires; 
    I'm told I'm a girl from a Gypsy tribe; 
    but...
    all that truly matters:  help my siblings live and thrive;
    I love you all...I pray you Live; I pray you Live, you thrive... CherylFaith
    

    
    

    © CherylFaith Taylor 2013

    
    

Dream fragments:
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a re-current Dream...

...DreamCurrents...electrify...
Sleep's essence lies distant from this tiny planet
you grasp, but she's gone; she dives far beneath Seas
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but...
Dream Currants, juicy golden ecstasy,
grown in heated land...StarBlessed...
(my moistening mouth...)
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Plump greenery rolls, hills dip, heights wind,
while lovers' seeds sanctify perpetual Time;
velvet Valleys shelter murmurs,
drench their Dreams in colloquial mirth;
echoes pound percussive mountains;
each sound awakens damp fallow Earth
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Sappho's lyric Seas spray colour-fountains, stir Time's Storms,
Miconias' reverent graceful leaves bend for thee, Lady; drink, spin, tease...
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Sappho's silver Moon* suspends eternity in lovers' Seas
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A Gift for Lyres, for flutes in heat:

please grant us salvation from monotony
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Fragments for you.
I hope you enjoy even one image, with any of your many senses
♥ CherylFaith

*Sappho appears here courtesy of Robin Taylor
© CherylFaith Taylor January 2013

Insomnia Breeds

a feral feline stretches my Soul's length, her breadth, her every molecule:

I

ensconces every Breath I gasp;

whilst I hold fast a bloody Moon

whose eyes caress my every move;

whose shadows ghost my fitful dreams

(don't go; don't go; please haunt my Life)

II

angels spiral - speak, smoke Light-weed

my feline harmonizes tunes

whose chords caress my every move

whose notes a'tremble cast a net

(don't leave yet; I need clean escape)

(don't go; don't go; you steal the Light)

III

ensues a battle for my shell

whilst I hold tight my ordained doom,

Cat's shadows cast scenes, flame Her moon;

wild Feline's tongues illumine gloom

(please stay inside me; I love you;)

(don't leave; conjure me secret Moons)

IV

 

 my Soul to thee, sweet demon love:

your sole libation fills this room

where felines feral free my witches

gift me liberation's bloom;

eighteen billion jewels in flicker'ng flight

new Skies a'flame glow foreign Blooms

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a feral feline stretches my Soul's length, her breadth, her every molecule:

  I

ensconces every Breath I gasp;

whilst I hold fast a bloody Moon

whose eyes caress my every move;

whose shadows ghost my fitful dreams

© CherylFaith Taylor   2013 January

more Twittery stuff
January 2013 !

I rarely employ hashtags, but I could not resist! 

I am truly sorry I cannot type the characters for several Asian languages. Please forgive?

 I think I have more than 25, but still, these are too few! ‎

#Mention25CutePeopleOnTwitter: jy, ju, أنت, ви, vi, vy, u, te, mo, vous, თქვენ, Sie, εσείς, તમે, ou, אתה, आप, Ön, þú, anda, tú, voi, tu, jums, du, Państwo, você, vy, si, usted, wewe, Du, நீ, คุณ,sen, ви, آپ, anh, i chi, דו, ~you~ ! :) 

Love, CherylFaith

34.9333° S, 138.5833° E

apparition

Your soft assault assuages soot

Your veil of tears: a Gifted Earth -

Here lovers meet from different Times

Inside your Veil, your wild Wind Dance

Your eyes shine, pierce the fog-hushed Air

Within your grasp, my naked trance...

Lovers touch from times Ago

I weep to be within that Dream;

I glimpsed them in a photograph

Appearances deceive

Life in Père Lachaise

Upon hearing "An American Prayer" 

 inside my ears, you fill my Soul,
more profoundly than before...
   
    I've been listening to this album too much lately, maybe...as if tis possible to listen to "too much" JDMorrison Poetry...nah...
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     JDM, Eternal Poet... 

I pray your Soul warmed to see our pilgrimage to your supposed (physical) Parisian resting place. 

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Did the Earth's aromatic Gift, 

our Patchouli incense stick,

kiss your Soul?

Nowhere could I find incense more pure..

Reluctantly, we trudged away;

my eyes tear-blurred, my body covered in sweaty Life-beads....

As we moved languidly down myriad mazed  hills,

that 2003 Parisian August HeatWave-d Morn, 

a tiny grey ghost-cat sought us out!

We fed her little Swiss cheese-rounds. 

Her emaciated frame flamed Life; donned boots;

she mewed thy name

she clowned

she faded softly into Père Lachaise's caverned cloistered homes

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Leo seemed thrilled, a'kicken at my body,

three months before his Soul re-entered Earth-Light... 

.... was he was furious at his mommy for gifting away his snack? 

I think no, as he listens to Jim 

Day and Night, 

his entire young Life,

Jim - full

I will nourish my child for Ever and more.

I will for Ever

immortalize your Words, your Magic, aLive, James,
until our paths cross again

With all the love I can share with you .... both .... 

beautiful, ancient, cerulean Souls, 

whose Lights have blessed my dubious, dark, JoyFull Life.

Graces for your Gifts...

humbled, CherylFaith

© CherylFaith Taylor 2012