mid-September: a few Twitterings to showcase a few beautiful friends

Tweets, read from bottom of page and scroll up, please, until I repair these. Still, much of this may make little or no sense, unless you go to the Twitter page of ChayaChaya, via one of the links...and even then, I have yet to unscramble these...I have posted theme here for the Moment, as a tribute to lovely friends who have made my pen move...

HeartThanks to you, lovely friends, and to so many others. Catch HeartVibes, please. You are appreciated so much... CherylFaith

1. ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya 5h

   @peterwesleypt2 "poolings" NOT "powlings" eeek!

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2. ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya 5h

   @melissablake @DonDraper_NY he is an absolute angel. Sweet Dreams :)

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3. ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya 5h

   @DonDraper_NY Hey! I thought that was *my* photo! You were routing through my things while I was in the powder room! xo

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   Don Draper ‏@DonDraper_NY 5h

   Yes @ChampagneMystic < my glass to yours > a toast to the Stars, Sun & the Moon..that beautiful moon of #passion pic.twitter.com/MpJnep7I4V

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   Peter Wesley ‏@peterwesleypt2 5h

   @ChayaChaya Each dream embraces a day, wraps it/in the cloak of time that doesn't fade/but endures in every dream, every/day.

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7. ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya 12h

   @Ysabeluna not morbid... an exotic Beauty exude these Mother's loves

   
   

   
   

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   Ysabel ‏@Ysabeluna 17 Sep

   but a bit morbid innit! > Exotic black roses! pic.twitter.com/s6qnitt7k2 via @EarthBestPix

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9. ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya 12h

   Believe it or not, several years have moved since I entered this vast and tiny Universe, but I have yet to understand the twittery protocols

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10. ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya 12h

    @DonDraper_NY an angel, no, I cannot be, for these burning tentacles tickle me in ways I cannot express to thee :)

     
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    Don Draper ‏@DonDraper_NY 17 Sep

    .@Katy_lamb_ , @ChayaChaya ...is a real angel ...Katy ..you are an angel of the night ... pic.twitter.com/Xx1QyYNqhu

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12. ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya 12h

    @Ysabeluna 

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13. ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya 12h

    @Ysabeluna

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    ♥Kat♥ ‏@Katy_lamb_ 16 Sep

    @ChayaChaya @DonDraper_NY Always dreaming ... xx

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    Rachel Menken ‏@RachelMenkenNY 16 Sep

    I need to get @DonDraper_NY styled for the @PrimetimeEmmys! @CinemaProfound @GothamD @MindyMaher @josephjett @wade_corrina

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16. ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya 12h

    @DonDraper_NY Tis a voluptuous, sexy-looking drink... a lubricant for Dreams :)

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    Don Draper ‏@DonDraper_NY 17 Sep

    Nice @erikapirzl @MorleysMusings @BeauBehan @BenAndrews_III @ryan_unsigned @BuddhaRuby but Ill have @OldFashionedSoc pic.twitter.com/DzFAabRMLX

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    Don Draper ‏@DonDraper_NY 15 Sep

    Here's on of my all time favorites girls @gretagarbled @ChayaChaya @PeggyOlsonNY @BettyDraper_NY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTJZHxdviKA&feature=youtube_gdata_player … @KevinSpacey ☜☎ ♥

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19. ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya 16 Sep

    @Katy_lamb_ Aren't you an angel! :) xxoo

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20. ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya 16 Sep

    @SimonDrax I love the Word, "sublime".... Upon hearing, "sublime," a gigantic, Multi-Sensorial Imagery World opens in my Mind :)

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    BrianKeene ‏@BrianKeene 15 Sep

    When the zombie apocalypse comes, I want this cat on my team: pic.twitter.com/LhTZNIM57g (Courtesy of @1to1Discovery)

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22. ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya 16 Sep

    @SimonDrax As long as you have not set your house on Fire! You haven't, have you???

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23. ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya 16 Sep

    @SimonDrax Art thou a "Space Chick" or a "Cosmic Angel," then, my friend? :) @arthurphillips

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24. ChayaChaya ‏@ChayaChaya 16 Sep

    @DonDraper_NY Dreaming... :)

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    Simon Drax ‏@SimonDrax 15 Sep

    Space Chicks and Cosmic Angels appear to us in curious forms @ChayaChaya @arthurphillips

Sleeps on Trains (unfinished fragments)

Oh Senior oak, your wide embrace, your eyes;

your winsome smile disguises wise prognosis;

Hearts clench to Autumn aches; I wave your way;

with royal bough you bow; you sweep a smile -

my deep September sorrow sleeps on trains...

tbc

Seahorse

the Sky bleeds crystalline tears,
while weary spirits, waifs awash in taffeta & tulle,
peer wild-eyed through the Storm;
we watch: they fade, they reappear;

We cannot touch their hands;
the beach, once here, sighs lonely echoes,
sighs;

lonely echoes, moan the silence
lonely echoes
lonely echoes
the beach, deprived, shows only echoes now.

the beach once filled us with Her colours
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Movement II

see the Seahorse Gallop on parade?
now remember?

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Movement III
see the dead seahorse on the torn blanched beach?
you scream yourself hoarse;
you scream yourself to Sleep

your dream of stallions moans a Truth,
as a vicious steel wind plunders you into empty sea-rocked Night

in this New Ocean's Night
our Hearts embrace an empty ache -

we cannot touch a maidens' hand,
although we try; we weep for her;

we move, in line,  as if they stole our eyes

Nina's Hands

ToDay's Music reigns solemn.
newborn Trees wave, en parade, 
 April's emerald serenade sweeps stirred moist beads to 

Soul-steamed Songs
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I

long ago, (I was but a little child),

a necklace of tears grew,

 burnt within my chest;

You always knew; you understood, 

although we never spoke of its potency:

Eyes sufficed, yours of Sea, mine of Air;

your hypnotic Stories, ingenious visions, embraced my insomniac tears;

I believed you could do anything.

Only you held keys 

to unlock my Sleep's door.

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II

(I depart the Forest; my chanting Heart...)                                                                                                             

I weep as I meander home,

while silent Clouds view the Dream,

form awkward spectral ballet screams,

 toss tormented blackened Skies ....

Through fog-blurred eyes, I witness squalls:

Amazement propels me, howling, 

back into the buzzing Storm ....

I awake ? - still hypnotized,

I find me surrounded by hoarfrost -
Creatures;

My throat constricts;

My ears reach beneath tormented Air

to hear a speech produced by faeried caves;

My wanderings have too far moved me:

Who has moved me?
wakefulness: refuse-d to me?

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Morning maybes

always sliding;
Thy floating Light: my only clarity.
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I confess:  

my state of lassitude and sorrow;
my thoughts blend, a turbid brew of loss;
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I needed recollection, the Words I'd heard her say:

Her pale and ghastly hand outstretched, 

became a Jewel to fly me home;
I thank her; 

a tiny glittering gem Lights
 my child's wide SunMoon-kiss-ed eyes;
He smiles to see his mamma cry:
His hand, still smooth as babies' be
returns Joy to this Symphony,
cacaphony,
catastrophe,
this Joyful, aching game we play
My Heart may break a bit each Day;
no matter: play we must, to live,
this Gifted Life, too rich to waste a Moment lost in morbid Dreams
but now they find my open Mind
and haunt me as he sleeps...
again...

Morning maybes
always sliding;
Thy floating Light: my only clarity.


*for my Nina, with gratitude...I love you, miss you so..You live in me, and you live in him 

© CherylFaith Taylor 2013

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?)

Divine this Circle:
jeweled nocturnal Mountain Sky,
where
orange Lights spray tangerine mists;

melt apricots, peaches, tangy Southern mangoes;

spread

honeyed nectar Songs, unabashed,
Her enchanted Seas' secrets ....
whispers ....

 Clouds' tender touches:
(only we see these),

Her drowsy painted tapestries,
dusk's wild horizons, brush-woven bounty
hidden maidens' apparitions
awake
beneath roseate garden canopies
tucked inside Night's turban

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 clutter, embrace 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

for my Friend, F. ( I have no way to comfort you )

thoughts for a dear, trusted friend whose Soul aches
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...for She has become Wind

 ...sailing...

in the blue mist, mountain clouds move, coloured fumes;
they wave to you, Winds' soft messengers;
I see her,
a wayward angel's April Dance
her colours glow, then fly from Sight -
(a waltz too terrible to bear)

"How can I stay, breathe still this Air we share with robins, rainbows?"

...Muse... you know within she Muses you,
each Moment you shine Life into the eyes which ask
your love; her every memory nestled in your Heart,
she Gifted you, your Life with mortal loves.

these breezes you will feel again with lighter Heart...

 - caress and open eyes to capture pain, to make an old world new

an old Life new

I never knew-

did you?

the Mountains' drowsy afternoon arms
wake aLive, to hold her
kiss her, smooth her aching thoughts of loss;
her seared brain has seen enough;
quiet now
quiet now
(here inside the silent breeze...
Hear the silent breeze?)

for she has become Wind

she has become Mountains

she smiles into your Heart, her eyes, alive in Rain;

Now you understand the reason Rain drips softly sometimes?
Now we see each others' Hearts as friends know how to hug us sometimes
-when not another person knows your Soul or cares to,
dares to answer when the phone rings and you're driving home-
but "don't talk while you're driving - I don't want you to have an accident"...
now we see...
now I begin to understand, Friend.

Here I sit and only breathe a droplet of your pained Heart

for though you are a dear kind friend

I cannot feel your deepest Heart

I know the worlds in pieces play us all a game of part in part

circles' momentary freeze

melt into Rain again, her eyes in dewdrops...

we shall see her again...

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she holds open her arms
in you step
without shoes
early Morn kisses your tears.
in you step there you go
into a blue mist
a new Morning when she speaks your name over and over
Alive in you always

StarTrain

My Heart Won't Stop Breaking


tiny tumescent Earthquakes pound ClayMounds;
teeny mind-shafts spark (dot) the solid landstate:
Landscape
No
escape

but

Stand, shivering:  See that rift!?
this murky place begins to don 

a candy-caned bonnet, a pastelline ribbonesque trip from Palestine

Nineteen-oh-nine; at thy mercy, I appear .

my tongue wet . Diamonds you swallow when you search my eyes.

(Diamond daggers shoot your eyes to- ward Main Street,

one more windy, whining, whirring drone -

desolate street lies like a paisano canine, desert hound on deck.

"Next stop: High Street!" -  should you visit?

Diamond daggers demand your eyes align

every Word flings presents to form an Hour.

every Word propels to spell 

an Hour's melting molten Magic

 DreamDoor;

Night......is......an everlasting aria; 

My BeLoveds' pain shall not go along

My BeLoveds' pain lies deep inside their tintype

I see my future in a great-grandmamma's eyes

They pin me; torture me,
darken my eyes to Science, to Silence...
Face a Void  whose luminescing Imminence shall soon newly reign, and
we will be Together
again

My Heart breaks every Moment.
 I'll arrive prettier, in fresh Afternoon Moments,

adrip with honied trickling silvery angel

(Sensai strings her harp with feather...)

I love you

Please don't stop loving me; - if you do,  I'll die .

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epilogue

Robinhood's cousin sleeps below your stares,

your flinty sidelong feline ghosted guises,

while downstairs he rides his Star Train -

I don't want him to be scared anymore;

Don't want to frighten babies -

(She hides the key)

(my sacred faeries loll, sunbathe over the hill in sandsun)

© CherylFaith Taylor 2013