A sly tongued fat man / with skin of coffee / cybersexed me
OK – I’ve been forgiving and come from the heart, done all the love stuff and put aside my suffering… / but Anyanka (my inner vengeance demon (THANK YOU JOSS WHEDON)) has been NAGGING me to put this poem up and so I bow to her prickly little ways and here it is… / a little Coyote medicine for some LOL / and it makes me laugh / which I need :) MYSPACE This writing is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents protrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to acutal persons,living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. copyright 2009 Marg Thomson
So take up your own small basket – gather what Spirit guides you to, / For what you keep as medicine – will be what life gives to you.
Many paths / Has he traveled / Many secrets / He’s unraveled Many spirits / Has he heard / Carefully listening / Word by word Drums bea…
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This standing being once rooted deep in the Earth / the rivers’ waters ran high, uprooted her for rebirth A magical aura surrounds her …
Written to accompany this artwork
So when I hurt you does it play on your mind? / Oh do those lacerations tingle with spite?
Like so many others, in my younger days I had an idea that i might be able to use words and music to spew my angst out onto the world. My best friend, who had similar ideas was at this time away studying, but would from time to time send me lyrics to work on or maybe to build some semblance of a tune around. This continued for quite a number of years, but again like so many others, the words we wrote rarely went beyond the rooms they were written in. Eventually we began to give eachother single words or phrases where the challenge was to create something semi coherent around that word or phrase. The phrase I was given to include in this piece of writing was “Elementary my dear Watson”. I should apologise for any possibly mysogynistic sounding content, for the fear of being painted in a bad light but in my defence, i had just come out of a long term relationship and was just a tad disappointed by how I had been treated!
The platypus so deep, in the rivers and creeks / making sure that the waters are clear, so he seeks.
I was inspired to write this, as a reply to TK Rosevear’s writing and image of “Medicine Tree” / ( click on image )
I am a walking revolution / I did not come here / to paint sunshine / in your day / I came / to show / you / what / it / reveals I came to make…
A drunken hobo’s rant on a street corner.
My body is a playground for the doctors. One of these times I might actually die. The last time I was in the hospital for a month…
This is about political and physical abuse. And other abuses as well, emotional, sexual, financial, and mental. This is about torture. The authorities, the police, the doctors, and others hurt me on purpose twelve years ago when I had my baby, and my life has been a never-ending hell since then…full of endless abuses, especially physical…I am still ill, I have been left this way on purpose, they call it eating, to leave an infection in your body on purpose…so that they can manipulate you, have control over you, and abuse you.
everything is a switch to flip / an itch to scratch / in the middle of my back
Reviewing the photographs I have taken over the year on Artwanted that includes some unique and exotic plants reinforced my thoughts abo…
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Our bizarre contemporary take on self-preservation and health-consciousness.
I’m sorry I’ll never be able to dance like Fred Astaire-
This is a short bit I wrote about a friend that was going to help me, but I scared him away. He was a nice man, and I am sorry I did that. Sometimes in life, we get a little stressed…
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This is about political persecution and torture. Deliberate abuse equals slow death…this is just a reality…
“IS IT POSSIBLE TO HAVE TWO HEADACHES AT ONCE?”
Description:This is about sexual, physical, mental, emotional, and financial abuse, the by products of the political abuse I am never-endingly subjected too. They hurt me when I had my baby thirteen years ago and they have intentionally left an infection in my body and tortured me for thirteen years. This can tend to give a person a grand headache at both ends of the spectrum:-(
He was sitting down, next to a table preparing to do some gynecological torture to me. He had on rubber gloves and the table had all sort…
Dreams are reflections of our realities…
It was nothing less than torture and horror to feel some kind of infection and crap inside of your body, and have them do nothing and all…
Snacktime…
There is always a reason or lie why, but the truth is they are abusing me. I and my children pay endlessly…
Political abuse, fear and intimidation. Matthew 10:39 / Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.
I am a horse, not really but really / You don’t understand, please let me explain / The people who abuse me, call me a whore / They say you …
This is about being kept in a certain state of being…in circular motions of lies, games, and abuse that always put you back in the same place, Horsydom. This is about sexual abuse, one of the State’s many tools of subjugation. This is about conspiracies drawn on keeping one from advancing or having any real power in life…This is about using someone’s sexuality, among other things, as a tool to dominate, condemn, abuse and torture them with never-endingly, a form of political status control. John 8 / 1but Jesus went to the Mount of Olives. 2 Early in the morning he came again to the temple. All the people came to him, and he sat down and taught them. 3The scribes and the Pharisees brought a woman who had been caught in adultery, and placing her in the midst 4they said to him, “Teacher, this woman has been caught in the act of adultery. 5Now in the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. So what do you say?” 6This they said to test him, that they might have some charge to bring against him. Jesus bent down and wrote with his finger on the ground. 7And as they continued to ask him, he stood up and said to them, “Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her.” 8And once more he bent down and wrote on the ground. 9But when they heard it, they went away one by one, beginning with the older ones, and Jesus was left alone with the woman standing before him. 10Jesus stood up and said to her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?” 11She said, “No one, Lord.” And Jesus said, “Neither do I condemn you; go, and from now on sin no more.”
The chemist said in his bloody loud voice: “Your dog has diarrhea?”
Most embarrassing moments are caused by our own stupidity. And I am a past master at it. I recall living in London in 1973, and suffering from a severe case of diarrhea. After a day at home and either sitting on the throne or rushing to it, I went, in utter despair, to the local chemist.
If you receive bad news from your doctor, check two times more.
Your health is in your hands.
Physical spasms / resisting change / Psychological chasms / In a personal mountain range. The pain barrier / Will power. / A willingness to…
I strolled through the alleyway, staying in the shadows
The friend took a breathe before realizing what happened. She looked us both in the eyes and told us she was fine. What she said next ast…
I decided to write this piece as more of a short story. Here lies my experiences involving healing abilities and auras. Don’t take this the wrong way, I wrote this to the best of my recollection, but in a way that would seem more appealing to those who find it easy to get caught up in a book. These are not lessons, recommendations, or advice of any kind. Be careful of what you get involved with, try to stay knowledgable and have someone more experienced supervise whatever you do. This is for your safety and the well being of those around you. Hope you enjoy it :)
Maybe you’re my guardian angel. If so, where’s your halo, and how did you manage to hide your wings?
Yeah, so, I’m not a writer at all, and this is a poor attempt of putting some thoughts in words, inspired from a lesson I had in university about transfusions and the importance of blood donors. What stroke my imagination most is that transfunded people actually don’t know who’s saving their lives, so I came up with this letter to a fictional blood donor, as a little tribute, to thank all of them for what they do!
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