30 August 2011

The promise of April has melted
Simmering in the exquisite empty
Of an August forlorn in despair.
Effusive emotions erupting
Slow rolling magma of desire
Scorching fertile ground
Under a blaze of quiet recoil
Where seeds of passion restrained
Linger in recondite stance
Awaiting the recrudescent dawn
Of an eternal spring.

(c) 2011

22 August 2011

Scamp ~ SoulCollage®

I am the One who is a scamp. I am the One who writes herself into starring roles of your deepest fantasies. I am the One who wants to play.

I am the perfect paramour, the succinctly successful succubus, and the tantalizing tempestuous temptress singing your siren song. I dance through your reverie with childlike chimera and a toying trompe l’oeil.

I want you to want me.

I give you the illusion of attaining your dearest heart’s desire. I give you the illusion it exists outside of yourself.

You will remember when you temper your temerity and realise you are the dream that you seek.

21 August 2011

Pluto in Virgo ~ Soul Collage®

I am the One with Pluto in Virgo and I am part of a generation.
I am the One who is a product of the sexual revolution, the civil rights revolution, and the environmental revolution. I am the One who destroys outdated systems, whether you like it or not. I am the One who is God of the Underworld, and of things unseen.

I give you the ability look deeply within. I give you the ability to transform yourself, like a butterfly. I give you the penetrating intensity to see into what is not working and the passion to set things right.

I want you to use your power for good.

My Pluto in Virgo is a sharp-dressed man but he will cause worlds to collide in my little life just to teach me a much-needed lesson. Bullshit egos and fancy ideas will take you so far but if your shit ain’t straight that motherfucker will cut you.

19 August 2011

07 August 2011

Rabindranath Tagore, 7 May 1861 ~ 7 August 1941

I know the day will come
When my sight of this world shall be lost.
Life will take its leave in silence
Drawing the last curtain before my eyes.
Yet stars will still shine at night.
And mornings rise as before.
And hours will still leave like sea waves.
Casting up pleasures and pains.
When I think of this end of my moments
The barrier of the moment breaks,
And I see by the light of death
Your world with its careless treasures.
Rare is its lowliest seat.
Things that I have longed for in vain,
And things that I got -- let them pass.
Let me but truly possess
The things that I ever spurned and overlooked.

Unending Love ~ Rabindranath Tagore

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

04 August 2011


This is where I want to be
This is the fragrance I’ve been seeking
All my life
This is the touch
The breeze on the cheek
The look
The blush
The rush
Within my heart
Carrying me beyond
Everything I’ve ever known
Beyond all reason
Only a finger trickle of awakening
Along my spine

Why should I follow
The parade of your lovely followers
Or dance to your flute songs
When I have a garden at my feet
A celestial choir in my heart
Dance... Frolick...
You eager nymphs of Dionysus
Keep the blood, piss and pus
Keep the spit and sweat
The fucking cum
Flowing through the back alleyways, bus stops and bath houses
You beggars of praise
Suckle your broken dreams
At the breasts of idolatry.

This. This this that defies all
Logic and description
All glaring sideways glances
This. Which requires
Full attention of heart
This Apollo Sun of Truth
This is home.

© 2011

03 August 2011

...sunset on the Thames from the the Village Green...

02 August 2011

And we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten.
But the love will have been enough;
All those impulses of love return to the love that made them.
Even memory is not necessary for love.
There is a land of the living,
and a land of the dead
And the bridge is love,
The only survival
The only meaning.

~ Thorton Wilder

(Japanese Footbridge by Claude Monet)

01 August 2011

Blessed Lammas

Blessed Lammas ~ Harvest of the First Fruits

May all children be well fed.

(artwork: Gathering Wheat by Daniel Ridgway Knight)