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Scarlet aka Anon — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 05:19:29 GMT

when zt first you suspect..you know words like introspect it strikes you deep..a wound..a cord you find youself amused & bored the echoes of your history beckon you to discover some mystery and your search for ancient rhythms and vibes turns you into an unread scribe still you wirte on pages and walls with pen & ink you'll tell it all..until it all becomes just neresay erased until another day

Five....

Scarlet aka Anon — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 03:02:30 GMT

Willow tree sanctuaries and playgrounds without swings.... ancient souls playing like five year olds when they talk about religion I just don't listen I am baptised in dirty water I am blessed by philistines and i've learned not to burn

north....south..east..west...A Cherokee Legend of Great Spirit

Scarlet aka Anon — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 02:14:12 GMT

To the South He gave the yellow race of people the Guardianship of the Wind. They were to learn about the sky and breathing and how to take that within ourselves for spiritual advancement. They were to share that with us at this time. To the West He gave the black race of people the Guardianship of the Water. They were to learn the teachings of the water, which is the chief of the elements, being the most humble and the most powerful To the North He gave the white race of people the Guardianship of the Fire. If you look at the center of many of the things they do, you will find the fire. They say a light bulb is the white man's fire. If you look at the center of a car you will find a spark. If you look at the center of the airplane and the train you will find the fire. The fire consumes, and also moves. This is why it was the white sisters and brothers who began to move upon the face of the earth and reunite us as a human family To the Indian people, the red people, He gave the Guardianship of the Earth. We were to learn during this cycle of time the teachings of the earth, the plants that grow from the earth, the foods that you can eat, and the herbs that heal so that, when we came back together with the other sisters and brothers, we could share this knowledge with them. Something good was to happen on the earth

Blue Moon...

Scarlet aka Anon — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 00:55:03 GMT

Blue Moon, you saw me standing alone Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Blue Moon, you knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for Someone I really could care for And then there suddenly appeared before me The only one my arms will ever hold I heard somebody whisper, "Please adore me" And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold Blue Moon, now I'm no longer alone Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own ***I always loved this song..used to sing parts of it at work years ago (which I'm sure annoyed my coworkers:-) but one of them got her son who was about 16 and I'm sure had much more interesting things to do - print out the lyrics for me - which he did with little symbols for each line. Funny & sweet!

so..what are you doing with your life?

Scarlet aka Anon — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 02:53:11 GMT

How many times have you been asked this question & you didn't know how to answer? It's especially challenging if you chose "the road less travelled by" as the old poem goes. Did I choose a traditional religion? No. But if there's something you question about yours - I could probably give you some insight. I've studied religions that I didn't choose to follow. Imagine..there's no religion. Can you do that? Did I get married, have children...the white house..the picket fence...the condo with the child that knows all the eras of poets and uncommercialized artists..the abstract, misunderstood, rebellious and fringe dwellers that exist outside the realm I'm in so they're worth exploring this sort of being. Yeah I can really dig the unconvential lifestyle you chose to expose your offspring to...still, it's not my life. And I don't need to live yours. Was I asleep when you trivialized, ostracized or whateversized me & tried to assimilate or intimidate me into being...............JUST LIKE YOU?

Changes,,,,

Scarlet aka Anon — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 02:22:41 GMT

Turn & face the strange.....(go ahead...I double triple dare you!! :-)) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8v486aUYu0

Undead..

Scarlet aka Anon — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 22:42:04 GMT

If you feel that you have to sacrafice yourself or anyone else to further yourself in the corporate world....you've already sold your soul. No need to look for the "evil" without...it's within.

So what is it you want to hear?

Scarlet aka Anon — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 03:08:11 GMT

A lullaby.. Siren's song? Rebel yell?

Friends...

Scarlet aka Anon — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 02:29:15 GMT

Thank you for sharing, caring........and being. Thank you for giving me a glimpse into your secret garden...I hope you've felt welcome in mine. And after we've swung in the tree swing after having tea, visualizing art, philosophized about being, climbed our way out of the abyss, and wandered in a desert of bones and souls...we've come back to this place...naked...child-like..innocent and wild although somewhat confused...feeling raw, numb and used............and more alive than we've ever been. Maybe you have an idea of what I mean..maybe you know it...deep. Still...thank you for the journey....may we continue on it!

Bright lights...bright lights

Scarlet aka Anon — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 01:01:32 GMT

Sometimes I feel like Gizmo waiting for the gremlin to emerge after over comsumption of fantasy, illusion, myth, confusion... One bright flickering light in the sky must be Venus...oh how she shines... But then she seperates into two...I adjusted my eyes...not real what I scry...must be a visual anomoly; I do not what I think I see Still..one bright light dead becomes two - separate and yet not Flickering wildly they went...to some other planetary system where messages are seldom sent

Friday I thought was Wednesday..

Scarlet aka Anon — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 05:03:12 GMT

I saw a pale figure waling a white dog under a navy blue one star sky...clouded in shrouds As a chrystaline spider spun it's web surrounded by basil, rosemary and thyme No sage for the ages I see And the moon disappears from the sky I'm always mesmerized by this Knowing she was more than just a myth And this must be more than what I think it is..........

O' Bonny Portmore...

Scarlet aka Anon — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 04:37:38 GMT

O bonny Portmore, I am sorry to see Such a woeful destruction of your ornament tree. For it stood on your shore for many's the long day Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away. O bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand. And the more I think on you the more I think long If I had you now as I had once before, All the Lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore. All the birds in the forest, they bitterly weep Sighing, "Where shall we shelter, where shall we sleep?" For the Oak and the Ash tree are all cutten down, And the walls of bonny Portmore are all down to the ground. O bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand. And the more I think on you the more I think long If I had you now as I had once before All the Lords of Old England would not purchase Portmore. i.e. They paved paradise & put up a parking lot....

Buzzzzz...

Scarlet aka Anon — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 00:58:30 GMT

THE HIVE See her walking whitely As though she really was a virgin With her tiny feet precisely on the line She thinks her whitely thoughts about the whitely things she bought And the altar crouches silently Waiting for the virgin to arrive You can almost hear the buzzing of the hive They play the whitely music as though it was really music In the parking lot they're lettering a sign The preacher says the proper things and then the rusty alto sings And now they'll all get roaring drunk Pretending they're essentially alive While the proud procession leads her to the hive God bless our happy cubicle Keep it safe and sanitized Homogenized and pasteurized There's no place like numb Behold a formal female disappearing through the doorway She has dreamed of this since she was only nine She's never really fought it And now by God she's got it And the altar crouches silently Waiting for the virgin to arrive You can almost hear her screaming in The hive

S..A...T..U...R..DAY,,,,,,,,,,,,,NIIGHT

Scarlet aka Anon — Sun, 23 Aug 2009 12:59:40 GMT

In lieu of a stay-at-home watch free movie online or a netflix rental..we opted for this....... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBn2ux5vRHk http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pc3OnSQc48s http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsLylyEoLDo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qneh8eJTcas (slow hand) DAMN,,,why can't I find Van Morrison doing into the nystic (one of my favorite songs) instead of some yahoo on youtube...some have good voices...but they're just not van morrison :-) This guy is like a human juke-box...you name it..he knows it; overall, it was a lovely evening with old standards and new familiar faces - kinda like a cool version of "cheers"

There's no place like home....there's no place like home...there's no place like...

Scarlet aka Anon — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 15:37:08 GMT

Where is "home"? Is it... somewhere over the rainbow or in our own back yard? anywhere we hang our hats? Or is it "just a place to keep our stuff" as George Carlin said? “I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.” Maya Angelou

Home is where...

Scarlet aka Anon — Sun, 02 Aug 2009 05:04:08 GMT

I saw a woman walking two dogs...........

Scarlet aka Anon — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 02:08:26 GMT

one light one dark.....the same breed, but different the light & the dark were on two leashes encouraged to go their seperate ways.. sometimes they intertwined as the sun & moon......and we often do

A day in the life...OR...A life in a day................

Scarlet aka Anon — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 06:21:44 GMT

I want to share with you some extraordinary people I've met recently.... *An Australian medicine woman who creates amazing works of art out of roadkill (honoring the spirits of the fallen). I made a Scarlet medicine bag and watched her make drums out of buffalo and elk....seemed like the yin & yang to me.........Her name is Morning Star http://www.morningstarworkshops.com/who_is_morning_star.html I wanted to gift her with something and didn't know what until my eyes were drawn to an incense that I brought called "morning star" - it just seemed to be there for a reason *A quiet peaceful man whose ear I bent about lights in the sky and the suspension of disbelief........who gave me a Macaw feather after I told him that my "spirit animal" may be the bird - as I have so many dreams & waking experiences of them...and who named his son after one of Odin's *A beautiful artist whose work with spirals and Da Vinci inspired me as this image has been in my mind for some time http://di.onys.us/2009/03/dhias-golem/ *An amazing couple from Ireland...he is literally a tree hugging hippie :-) (beautiful spirit) - and I discussed with her; patriarchy, the slave trade that still exists (see "Trade"), religion and becoming one again with the earth *A Russian Shaolin ninja who taught me about stress centers in the body....and the power of the breath..breathe fire to free your mind *reacquainted with old friends who brought Hoffman into the mix *btw...the Scarlet Macaw cannot be commercially trafficked....which gives great relief to my love :-) IMAGE: www.camelot-macaws.com/Macaw_Feathers-Miligol...

No Woman....No Cry

Scarlet aka Anon — Wed, 06 May 2009 03:10:10 GMT

You weep like a woman Like a girl you cry You watch years, lovers, and lives fly by As if these things had wings.. The past haunts you like a curse and an epiphany.... And you're just not what you imagined you'd be I think you just forgot to breathe http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hg2n039txnk

I have crocodile feet........

Scarlet aka Anon — Sun, 03 May 2009 21:00:51 GMT

I needed a pair of slip on shoes that were comfortable - that was my only criteria. And there they were - these things I've avoided for a long time. Not that I'm an uber fashionista - they're just not my style. So I tried them on just for the hell of it - sometimes I surprise even myself. Before I realized what was happening....I bought them. And now I have CROCodile feet. i've always seen the lime green & hot pink crocs - and thought that I'd never ever wear a pair; I'm just not into shoes that may possibly glow in the dark. Today I wore them in the rain - and just had fun splashing through puddles & mud - knowing they wouldn't get ruined. I may eventually come to think of them as cute.....and at least they're black....they just can't be worn with that little black dress. Hmmmm.....we'll see. *those are not my footprints in the sand :-)

Lilith Unbound....

Scarlet aka Anon — Sun, 15 Mar 2009 18:43:18 GMT

SHINE ON...YOU CRAZY DIAMOND...

Scarlet aka Anon — Thu, 04 Sep 2008 03:47:11 GMT

no matter what they say or do............. they will never dull or diminish you..... you will always be brilliant and real here in my arms.... and even the moon cannot be summoned to hurt you because i know the moon intimately... and you can become yourself with me....... shine on despite the jeweler's claim of your estimated worth.... you're so much more real to me...than most can ever see not a fake personna or identity.... i see that you're not flawless..... and neither am i shine on crazy diamond... as deep as the earth.... as brilliant as the sky.... (title is borrowed from a pink floyd song)

I SAW YOU THERE...............

Scarlet aka Anon — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 02:17:49 GMT

for an instant you flashed before my eyes..............with no reason or rhyme............you were just there.............catching my eye and mind.......and then .............just like that!............you were gone

FIREFLY JOURNAL.......

Scarlet aka Anon — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 11:07:07 GMT

*mapquest was just a wee bit off............their estimated time was 8 hours and 5 minutes.....it was more like 11 hours and however many minutes *there were some artists there as there are artists everywhere........but i wouldn't call it an art festival...consequently, I took fewer pictures *east coast DJs are definitely grittier than many I've heard from the west coast *who was that masked man?? It was a mud fest to get to the lower level......overheard flip-flop wearers rethink their choice of footwear outloud :-))..........i was wearing boots but they still weren't enough.......and this time i just wanted to stand on the logs until someone came to rescue me......not only my love (which he did of course) but also a man wearing a cape.....who told me not to fear because he was an acrobat.......and he took my hand and led me through the mud and over the logs............to nobody's house we went *watching the fire dancers, swallowers and the burning of the fly was extraordinary.......although i thought at one point that maybe the firefly could be saved.........(it's just my way:-) *tripping in the woods with my love....gave passion a few new dimensions.....love you.....love you....love you *we camped next to a bee hive on the ground that several people had missed........and felt the sting of their wrath............so my mcgyvor and i rigged some ropes and lights to protect not only the bees but also accidental tourists "when honey bees disappear from the earth.........mankind isn't far behind" (Einstein) *the inventor of no-doze is a genius

The first.......Gaian Mind

Scarlet aka Anon — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 23:11:41 GMT