Thursday, March 24, 2011

A Papered Post

in the valley of my paper dream

i drifted down a paper stream

& found inside the fold's embrace

reflections of her papered face

the press of paper inside of my palm

pale and pastel, a sensing of calm

perfect paper petticoats, all in a row

pave the path for a papery kind of bow

then printed on my paper heart

are promises to never part

so for dinner i'll concoct my artist's brew

of magick and mayhem and peppered paper stew

for pasted paper skirts with my prints on the edge

have me ceasing from sailing and dropping my kedge

~have a papery kind of weekend~

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Alis Volat Propris

"She flies with her own wings"
of ghost and gossamer

ever here
then ever there

reflecting The Light of The Source

open to holding it fully
and completely
with no space left for junk

and only time for dancing across the sky,

floating through the garden at night,

and seeing through moonbeam eyes

the meantime of modesty's metaphor.

That's when she speaks
"I call out to you,
Step to the out~side

and into Our Light

and find that you can believe in magick again...
OH silly girl, not the magick of the world,
the magick of YOU!
For that is the only real magick that exists.

Everything else is just smoke and mirrors."

~make a magickal day for yourself~

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Titled, "something of 'This' sort"

I am so many layers of altered goodness,

of crackled color,

that I have fallen deeply into the certain'ness of Agape.

Oh but, not just love, no no,


a love feast of Me.

My fake face peeling off,

revealing the true'ness of Me,




& then I get so sick of concerning myself with what Jealousy will think.


I'll concern myself with the niche of now

because I have no idea what I want to do later.

I only know that right now.....

I want to
make art
write poetry

and BE at Home.

Which means I need to


letting myself

get infected





So much so that I believe they are my dreams!
No matter how "fancy" they seem....
they are not what I want to spend my life doing.

The fact is that I am already in my dream.

I just forget to remind myself of that.

The moon told me so.

By the way, it also said to remember that I'll forget all this again
And be writing another post about it
because apparently, that's how life goes.


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