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Friday, August 14, 2009

Who should live and who should die?

I think a lot about our men arguing over who should die and who should live, I think about how they worry about the sky dropping fire and brimstone on them and all they love... Who should die and who should live? I think a lot about our men arguing over who should die and who should live, I think... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

A puzzling picture of Jesus...

Christ Mocked by Soldiers (1932) Rouault Jesus is sitting not standing with nothing around him to gather our senses on, we can only consider closely what he will orwon't do next, as he went about his business of the universe relentlessly withholding his radiance and splendor, as the winds spindled... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 17, 2009

I am woman...An instrument of Love...

Venus (1508-10) - Giorgione doing penace For I am not he I am she and not a myth Sometimes I must sleep alone and suffer trhe pain of division I stand behind my man because I am strong not weak. Only God can annul the paper made from the tree that bonded ManandWife. Sign in to see full entry.

Hermes the prankster of the Gods, sired Dionysus,

the first New Year's baby.... the love child of Zeus and a pregant Semele, who died when a wish backfired because love between a God and a mortal, cannot safely be; Zeus quickly plucked her unborn fetus from her dying womb, to stash in his thigh til born, becoming tired of the extra weight, he then... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

The little boy and his first dirty word

tore at the sweet meat of his brain repeatedly and awkwardly like a young vulture snaring a tiny rabbit he was hungry and knew not else his first dirty word was beckoning him, he waited patiently, when early manhood calls, he must be ready. Two of my sculptures waiting to smile. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Poetry is simple and easy to read.

There Was an Old Mn of Dunoon... There was an old man of Dunoon Who always ate soup with a fork, For he said; "As I eat Neither fish, fowl, nor flesh, I should otherwise finish too quick." I love this. Isn't it cool? Anonymous Epitaph on Newton, Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Nature and Nature's laws... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Waking from sleep, inside the veins there are navies setting forth...

Waking from sleep, Inside the veins there are navies setting forth... Tiny explosions at the water lines, And seagulls weaving in the wind of the salty blood. It is morning. The country has slept the whole winter. Window seats were covered with fur skins, the yard was full Of stiff dogs, and hands... Sign in to see full entry.

John Milton's, poem of his blindness...

On His Blindness John Milton (1608-1674) Hermes standing and waiting. When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Birthdays always get me thinking...

Birthdays Not surprisingly birthdays come on like villians knocking at our doors, tap, tap, tap, shifty-eyed fast speaking salesmen peddling love, wisdom, youth and popularity pushing substitutes in bottles, tiny millimeters of hope Shifter stones, natal lovers, dark aliens, eavesdropping our days... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Sculpting the Heart - Come visit me! www.sculptingtheheart.com

Check my new book out "Sculpting the Heart" at www.sculptingtheheart.com! A year a'head, a flower unblown, a book unread: It is a shame when any book lies unread and lonely. Mine is full of my heartfelt poetry, photos of original art work and prose straight from my heart. Come visit me at... Sign in to see full entry.

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