the name of the

your hug so awkward, tentative: a dream?

~~~~

"Should I do this?"

(a torrid tasty tragic Dream)

 ~~~~

miniature Golden Roses fill 

electrocuted Air,

drift toward Storied Seas, toward Heavens...
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floral petals drip glue-glow--blood-rose, your garish hair!
I am sprayed, too;  unclean anew, 
a blur of displaced molecules... 

and you look like my friend again...
I thought my Mind deleted you

but

 you hold fast to your Promises; I cringe; I cling to mine

Thank You

~~~~~

~~~~~

Melancholy, Heart-mine, til I see:
                 She heaves gossamer virgin playthings;
                           tosses torrents,
                               frees frozen Music spirits:
                                  toys for waking Trees

spiders (draft #1 - a cold Write)

a sprig of spider-sprayed chrysanthemum and then...

aBeam! a Birth! new planets form rings,
their colors at first dull, like this present Winter's
sloppy, lackluster, grey plastered shades, slapped sans Soul everywhere I see...

but these Rounds brighten!

brisk, beautiful Lightening strokes breathe eternal Life upon silent unsuspecting Skies
The rings step over each other delicately, surreptitiously, forming dorms for tiny Creatures,
dorms are dusty with old clay, melded, in lovers' eyes,
painted by new Light.

~~~~~~~~~~~
I hold my stance, immobile as the statue of  Dionysus' marbled homes
you showed me in a giant Book when I wore flowery baby tights
when neighbors whispered "Jews" in fright,
when mommydaddy hushed their Voice upon my entrance to the sunny Monticello kitchen...

up in those Mountains
away away from the whole world, thirty minutes to the  nearest sapling;
on our Street, only Old Ones' smiles upon us through deep sweet innocent Summers,
huge arms splayed as deities, we assumed these wouldn't leave
for how could they not be?
Huge, long, reaching gods,
playing pattern games with the Golden Stars,
breezing over our tiny bodies while we slept, unaware...

One Morning I awoke,
You were no longer anywhere I could see.
I am searching for you even now.

StormSongs

Song I

• 
  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...
  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  
  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
  

  
  

  • 

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

    
    
  • 

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

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

  
  

  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:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
but...
Dream Currants, juicy golden ecstasy,
grown in heated land...StarBlessed...
(my moistening mouth...)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I
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
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ II
Sappho's lyric Seas spray colour-fountains, stir Time's Storms,
Miconias' reverent graceful leaves bend for thee, Lady; drink, spin, tease...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sappho's silver Moon* suspends eternity in lovers' Seas
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Gift for Lyres, for flutes in heat:

please grant us salvation from monotony
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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

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

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