Autumn-leaf red and gold / threads of memory / grow from my head / and spill down my back
Cutting hair is symbolic for women – of letting go of the past, cutting off the heaviness – so symbolic, apparently, that i had to write a poem about it…;) /
He did awake the Goddess in me. / But like Solomon he punished me, / He bounded my hair and hang me in front of the temple / for all to see…
A child cries / No-one seems to hear / Ears tune out the fear / Deaf to hopelessness / There’s rain on the mountain Young man living i…
Contours of the ancient mother land / Carved into the palm of his gentle hand / Brave as the eagle, flying so high / Dreams of freedom tha…
An ode to Mandela
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WAR is a state of mind, a physical struggle, discord, antagonism, conflict between people, nations, factions, states.
An Image I created to discuss WAR.
I hesitantly stretch forth my fingertips / and grasp the dusty silky smoothness / of her
something so perfect could never go to waste in willing hands
The unicorn to me is the symbol of what I wish to achieve, attain, or possibly also who I wish to find. It’s special, it’s perfect, it’s all I ever wanted, but as much as you wish for such a thing, you know the odds are against you. This is fueled by man’s everyday normal hunger for more than they could possibly ever have. At least we can dream.
Does the mind ever rest, does it need to?
This was a song I wrote this morning after ‘stumbling upon’ Magnus Blomster’s homepage. I loved the artwork and I made up a story in my head to go along with one of the feelings it left me with.
Focusing on an object I am sure 99% , at least, will recognize what I am speaking about…. ok.. 100% should be able to get it….... : )
He gave me a fixed stare, and his eyes got really dark and all seeing…He started pulling out my drawers and banging them back shut, fas…
A wild and out of control dream. Full of symbolism, inner and outer reflections, and the reality of my life. It speaks of my loves, my sexuality, my health problems, my art, my children, my beauty, my sense of self, my privacy, my sense of humor, my life, my relationships, and my fears…And what happens when someone else has control of these things.
Then the battery exploded and the acid ate away at her face. It was very gruesome. I watched her face melt. It ate right through her head…
This dream has a lot of psychological connections and symbolism. A few places in my pyche that it covers are; 1) feeling split in two, I am really both the girls in the dream 2) feeling set-up for a fall ie: TRAPEZE 3) feeling betrayed, hurt and murdered 4) feeling a huge lack of privacy, like a circus freak show 5) feeling no safety 6) feeling forced to do tricks, and then paying for it with your health and life 7) feeling the hate of a large group 8) feeling isolated, this is all in the middle of nowhereland 9) feeling desolated and alone after it all, or was she? This was a large scale temporary operation…in my dream, but not in my life. The car battery represents the illness that has devastated the inside of my body and health. I think the sport activities were symbolic of sex, and the unicycle indicated that she was trying to be independent, on her own, but look what happened to her on her own.
But no one really cares, to them she is always naked, clothed or not clothed…
Just another day at work…in political hell.
catch a moonbeam in a jar
From the collected works of Merlin, a study of myth and aphorisms.
Fionn MacCumhaill had learned to speak the language of all the animals …
Some variations on Celtic Myths from a book of photos…
...I am helpless in time’s flow
Haiku for my friends
It would burn away the old, weary paint and shine all around Maybe even make a smile A new red color…
Old, random poem I wrote when I was near asleep, funny how sleep makes me pour out poetry.
“Reality is a game of illusion, deception”… “The trickster (an archetype, a boundary dweller) exists to question, to cause us …
Formal description for my ‘Multifaceted Series’ work, exhibited in the Light Time and Facade Group Exhibition at Sugarama Gallery, Mourilyan.
I always have bad dreams. I never have good dreams.
...not really just a dream, my dreams always in some weird way reflect the reality of my life…
I wandered through the deadening filthy streets / just off St James’s busy thoroughfare. / In every single worn-out face I see
These are the first few verses of a long poem in which I comment( in my usual humble way lol) on what I perceive as some of the evils of present day society. It is rather “old fashioned”, more in common with nineteenth century English poetry than contemporary stuff. The rhyme scheme is ababccb, or ababccc, randomly mixed for variety. Lovers of Shakespeare will see my quotation from Macbeth; fanciers of the Classics will recognize the words of Aeschylus. My apologies to that great English poet who gave me the idea.
The Soldier’s hands which drip with blood / Will never know the taste of love.
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