Scorch

durante la Tormenta... aqui te enseñaré las lluvias mias...
During The Storm; Here I will show you my Rains 

 "Scorch"
 
Her Soul in her Eyes
Her Eyes are speaking
Her wild Starred Eyes
glow with a ragefull Morning Sun 

Horizons have changed
Earth scorches her feet
Arrows fly from her Eyes
pierce the stolen Horizon 

Poem by My SoulMate, II

Drawn long ago

The Artist long since passed

Her name lost to us

Then found

Whispered in shadow

O' thy lady of light and flame

With thy name I

Banish the darkness

Though always encircling

Waiting-

For darkness is patient

Darkness falls not fails

Light  changes form

And names. In this

Her circle of light

I stand and wait

© Robin Taylor, August 2015

Poem by My SoulMate I

Erased in seconds

Energy cascades

Air becomes fire

Light becomes pain

Shock wave

All is dust, ash

Despair, all that stands.

Returned to elements

By force instantaneous

The cloud rises

Here man maketh

Hell become real

Here the children melt

Here love and hate

Are gone only the light

Pure annihilation

So great we are

We have chained Nature

To our cause,

A violent percussion.

© Robin Taylor, August 2015

Thou art a Genius, my BeLoved.

A-Mused by Mads Mads Mikkelsen (hi, Carla) :)

" A-Mused by Mads Mikkelsen "

I fall again into the hands of vultures who parade as man.
A candelabra burns me with His Light
I cannot Sleep.

Already vegetarian; twenty years, no meat!
ToNight a plum’s sweet juices sprayed me - Eat ?
Hah! 

I’ll grow emaciated, meet Kafka in my Dreams again (please ?)
Kafka, dear man, Genius, Vampyre?
How doth it all connect, my friend ?
Why doth each piece caress ?




(a whisper to Twitter's Carla Mikkelsen|| 76 @daddymads

Classic Cinematique Beauty, Male; Phantasmagoric, even sans gore?
See now more clearly how Mads ~must play The Vampyre?)

Oh, dear me! A fan again, am I ? (I am! )
Hold tight to Woman’s goddess Light, (I do ! )
but Play can steer a lady into places drear'ly-lit,
where Hours mean naught; 

Sleep’s but deceit -
Love lies with langourous elegance;

inside my Mind
 he fingers me, 
devours my Humanity

disguised as man
his stroking hand  
seizes my tenuous Life;

His breath still sweet with bella Donna's lips
I'm twice betrayed -

this monster's Kiss be Death 

 
Within this stultifying vault,
Phantasmagories ‘live once more;
With eyes lit firey, men like you
Can only feast –
Sweet Death be mine - you thrive !
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
But How to do my Day, to love my men, my cats, my “real Life” ?
When Moments flee and I go lost
in mazes mused by foreign men,
Actors who repose whilst wakeful women sing their Songs?

Excerpts from "Burgundy Curtains"

~~(firstly penned Autumn 2015~~






I must now! close my eyes, my weary Curtains,
rest them ready for a near alarm,
sweet Music clock, in my little tiny phone-


I wake for thee and thee, despite my every mundane physical or psychic pain. .


I ask a Universe of Muses,
bid them speak through me, 
as Dawn's yawns begin their cease,
plead with them to return after I repose, if only an hour,
as you are my greatest Muse, mi amor;
you and you, little man, my beloveds... !
(my child giggled at one of his own Muses -
they come often into his Sleep;
he speaks with them, my tiny Troubler, Troubadour)
You are my main Muses and I pray to every Deity of Good,
every Light-bearing Lady,
to do my best for thee Today,
for my big thee and my little thee ("dee?")


please help me to do right by them, 
kind-Hearted, drowsy Moon,
still sighing softly, hovering, caressing our home, 
our Solo Heart.
GoodNight to the Dawning Light -
despite my many flaws,
I am going to Sleep before you're fully Borne

Fabric frayed to Newly Woven

Fabric de-fraying,
   lately woven,
     always more...

These are either related pieces, or they are not...
They are Borne in different ~places~  but a few of them are multiples of a single Suite

*Please take them as you will...
I would love to know  what you see, what you feel with any of your senses, as you read...
Please comment freely...
Poetry is for the Reader; please open any door, and in you walk...

Poetry is always best read ALoud... even if you whisper...

    If these verses are disconnected for you, you are absolutely *correct*

       If you see connections amongst them, you are absolutely *correct*

   Thank You for being here, my friend...xox CherylFaith

I

I'd sooner be a Princess, Love and Poetry, my riches,
than a millionaire of monied Dreams;
Fabric frays, while Words remain

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 
II

sexiest act I Dream he'd perform upon me:
 He'd Read to me, a Literary Classic,
 perhaps a lost Poem by eternal Sappho**
or a bit of Magic Blake...

  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
III

His eyes skim the inherent Magic, the Mysteries carried in Words;
While he Sleeps,
 Murk births a SeaWeed-swathed angel;
 Lost Lotus Lady emerges 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

IV

Step toward thy Dreams with care, steamy nympth;
You know not with whom thy pretty cockerel hath lately lain

diamonds flambéed

Your eyes hold Storms;
Your Stormy eyes brew my Magic

Flames lick hot Skies inside your eyes; 

jeweled Raindrops drip from Trees,
Her arms sweep Stormy Air to stroke us...

HeartThank thee for thy blessed Flame, my child, my sweet one; 

see Nina wave us kisses from a NightSkyFull of Flame?

I see your eyes' quick diamond shimmer as you stroke me in my Dreams; 

We lay laughing, Moonlight paints Her Gifted jewels between Trees' eaves

I don't know how to keep going sometimes-
seems each Day holds more pain-
but the aching Beauty of all we are,
our Writing, Paintings, LoveSongs;

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

II the Loft 

(Irony of the Word, "lofty" -

ought to be a false cognate)

slick bodies, secret faces, dancing eyes hide sick torn memories-

a far-away awakening one drunken night - a NEVER "yes" -

nevertheless - a movement, revulsion; a pounding-

knock knock knock..

she secreted you the key?" ?!

a sister- mine- a "friend" ???

"Off of me! Get away!Get Away Go away Help me Help!{weeps} You are not him..."

uninvited horror grows

between

sighs;

attic memory, "girls' night"...grey...down another... c'mon, just one more."

uninvited horror grows

between

sighs;

their hazy attic girls' night play, her thighs -

     uninviting

uninvited

nevertheless!

On We Go

All soon falls together again, a ball of Life, a growing Circle-

a glow removed

a growing circle

smoke-rings beneath flourescent lights;

she writes behind all-nighters' eyes **

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

beautiful Felines, my friends from Ever,
gather 'round me for a session: caresses, petting, coos;
They groom me as a sister,
efficient tongues, papered desert sands...
they sing to me of their birthplace...
Times throughout my Life,
I meet a special one; he knows me more -
'Recognize' flickers between our eyes;
the jeweled flame dances join
the blurry static horizon 'tween places; 
I thank thee, prince, for Gifted entrance to your world,
for opening pathways: feel our Lives touch, go 'round...
Together.
All.
I see cats, my parents, my child, my Neen,
I see everyone who's circled...
and always always always
I see thee, me love...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
     I begin to see nonsense in my Gifted senses
nonsense makes all sense;
graces for these Gifts
a thousand thanks shall never be sufficient
to show thee
how much I love my Life
love my Life
I love my Life

please don't go

why must everything weigh heavy with meaning
the smallest sparow's chirp,
the changed Words
the charg-ed  Words;
dust speck beneath murky lamplight,
a ceiling corner's webbed home 
milk-swirls in my coffee...

all exquisite,
Beauty omnipresent ,
this flickering flame

Your eyes shine forever in these jeweled diamond dances

Our jeweled flame romances-

We are part of this flame...

We are the flame

...

 My unbidden tears

until...

I hear your voice again, me love,

I feel you.

as soft pink dust peeks from a corner,

lit by la Luna,

as She colours Skies early in November,

tears at three o'clock PM,

the shock of being somewhere else,

all will come again to one...

Her smile forms tears as we share the secret between us-

All is open, all we share...

Do all lovers feel this way?

Flames lick hot Skies inside your eyes; 

jeweled Raindrops drip from Trees,
Her arms sweep Stormy Air to stroke us...

Your eyes hold Storms;

Your Stormy eyes brew my Magic

© CherylFaithTaylor, 2015 June 

*for my SoulMate, Robin Taylor,
in every LifeTime-
I love you 

** for Joyce Carol Oates; great Literary Lady:
you continue to confound me, confuse me, 
to confront with me
 a few demons
who always linger
I appreciate your affirmation


***http://phys.org/news/2011-08-candle-flames-millions-tiny-diamonds.html