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poet for hire(or exchange/collaboration). Emerging Visions visionary art ezine emergingvisions.blogspot.com
Creator of Cosmic Poetry - poetic interpretations of astrological charts; rituals, ceremonies, lyrics and poems custom created for any occasion. Email: libramoon42@mindspring.com Web Page: lunaramble.blogspot.com/
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I can be imperfect, as I am and love you still Love is not about ... read more listing posted Thu, February 14, 2013 - 6:38 PM
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Gift the Goddess with your most ... read more listing posted Sun, February 26, 2012 - 2:44 PM
in a time of transformation
OPERATOR'S MANUAL
Sun, May 19, 2013 - 12:02 PM
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notes playing to a theme om2317.wordpress.com/ it’s not you; it’s me I told myself this silly story I’m telling it today to clear the fog away make of it what you will or try again tomorrow to see if my stories speak to you
patchwork narrative - Monster
Fri, May 10, 2013 - 2:03 PM
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MAY 10 postapocalypse13.tumblr.com/ Monster “Maybe he does love us. Maybe it’s a kind of love that’s about ownership. You know, you own what you can destroy. Maybe the base idea, underlying truth, is about securing what you love with total control, power over, complete dependency. I guess it may be that he gets a thrill from an intimacy of pain, giving what is his to give, taking satisfaction from that intensity of power.” Autumn speaks of her father, the monster who in a sense devoured her life. He is part of her creation, an overarching part. He is the beast who devoured, destroyed her mother’s beauty and innocence, and will to live, belief in anything like love or security or pleasure. The need to escape his violence sent them on the run, landed them in this dismal place. Yet Autumn loves her father, in a simple, complex wishful desire for belonging, for family myths of entangled love. Perhaps her primal, formative experience in monster love allows her to feel safe with me. I am certainly dangerous to those strangers I prey upon who seem quite at home in monstrous desire. Perhaps I could subsist without draining, killing, could take just enough to weaken unconscious drunks or junkies, derelicts who would never be believed if they did remember me. Would that make me less a monster? What if I fed on lesser animals, rats, coyotes, feral dogs? Would that look like penance for my crimes against nature, my unnatural afterlife? I do as I do, among all that I can do, what feels natural to me. Monster nature, without assured end, its own retribution, punishment, enduring burn of caustic guilt. No, the shame did not lessen on my experimental diets of nonhuman vermin or hits of drug infused blood. I have walked undead long enough to try it all, discover my vampire nature, with all of eternity yet before me. It’s not the loneliness, though I have often told myself, private pity party cried that lie. I do enjoy this amazing interval of fantasy, hours with Autumn away from relentless confrontation with my truth. There is no real escape, relief from the story I inhabit. I have no hope of welcoming home. I died so very long ago. The monster who makes appointed rounds, hides from day, becomes shadow through the night, knows this is no way to live. There is no better future in my neverending sentence without possibility of meaningful change, meaningful connection with any kind of interactive social world. I fill my days with fantasy, nights with necessity. Long since dead, mine is a parody life, perhaps a homage to the archetypal monster vying for control.
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Sun, April 21, 2013 - 9:44 PM
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The Earth screams People die before their time or never get much life Species die, their music silenced Crazy theories of wealth belie obligation or simply seeing the laws of consequence Scream Earth! Pierce the cosmos with your terrible cry Acid rain burning through gold falls night blooms Come, say I Enjoy the desert night blooms -- rare, exquisite, alive. Quiet, the primeval cold, parched, freeze-dried. No purposeful future divined. The stories I spin ... Old, alien unmarked steps upon the Earth. no meaning no warmth I walk primeval, exquisite landscape dry, old, eternal to enjoy the blooming. Sacred Geology Rich earth decomposing life imbuing myriad layers of sacred spirit Memories upon memories scarred into the land making it holy a bounty of beauty irrigated by tears and less voluntary bodily fluids living loam revitalizing luscious fruits giving back what was taken Partaking of the feast we are blessed renewed in holy essence in the fullness of time the cycle reclaims all that we are that we may become yet more richly layered Sun greets Earth a hearty slap hot and sassy Mothers' Night cascading shards uneasy echoes falling "It's our calling." Rape of Earth, hot spurts of words savage knives Abiding Mothers, sacred and mundane twist into harridan cold stars wail, hurtling waves Sad, old, crust of ages sliced, screwed, carved up for profit "It's not the color of the skin, the culture of the smile" the scent of danger, the inborn stranger -- all excuses for Us (superior) and Them (inferior) "They are not like we; but lower curs." we may harm with unfettered glee Cursed to be cut to our requirement. Borders clear "Here, fear fences in our livelihood and wives." Leave THEM to putrid pits cunning jabs, our pleasure. Thus, all treasure that might regale, heal, reveal true worth, of man and Earth sold for pittance of potash to dance a weary jig Earth’s Sign Under the Wesak Moon Where the Buddha crossed the quarters, graciously approached liminal wisdom Our Lady Goddess guides We who dance in shadow We who turn the Earth, bless the seed, feel awakened in darkness, feel the turning sacred, consecrated to the between air of transformation where enlightenment, eternal bliss encounter life Burst of joy quietly encountered Fly my eyes into such belief Where sweet Earth heroically replies to my pleas for splendorous relief just over the border moving through the periphery pattern-seeking epicenter runs within swirling cosmos fire, flood, cerebral hemorrhage, tsunami herded into healing net The love of love The hope for blinding light that bathes all cares with caring _emergingvisions.blogspot.com/_._,_._
Why are drugs part of common culture?
Thu, April 18, 2013 - 1:11 PM
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Why is weed part of youth culture? Kids aren’t held down and force fed pot smoke until they are hooked. It’s a great deal more than the simplistic label “peer pressure” implies. It is what we do, cultural norms. People want to get high together. If we saw that not a sin but a normal desire, why not educate ourselves, our kids in what these chemicals do? Not “no-no” negative emphasis, but useful information so we could best enjoy the sought for pleasure with the least to no unwanted consequences. Why not be honest about what we want, who we are, rather than playing these horrific games of virtuous denial? We are safest, sanest, happiest, truly dealing with these realities. 4/20/13 www.youtube.com/watch www.youtube.com/watch www.youtube.com/watch www.youtube.com/watch
patchwork narrative - Silence
Fri, April 12, 2013 - 3:50 PM
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postapocalypse13.tumblr.com/ APR 10 · 2013 Silence These men who think they prey on me, who desire to defile childhood, who become mine for their brief transition into lifeless eternity, what is their compelling story? They too are hunters, are monsters. Perhaps, they too were made such without consent. Why would a sexually motivated male who could pay for willing receptacle or even play mate take on the shame, the venality of demanding satisfaction from bodies not yet ready for that trade? Perhaps it is the power thing again. Patriarchs, fearless fathers herding familial flocks, facing wolves and bandits. All’s right through the dangerous night because I am between thee and them. Daddy deserves some sugar, a sweet taste of my little dependent. Daddy is big and strong and throbbing. Daddy has an itch, an irritation needing tending. Daddy wants. There is no practical reason not to have. We who are strong take from the flock as we will. We rely on their weakness, keep them enslaved in ignorance, keep them alive at our pleasure. It is simple, while the illusion is maintained. Or so I imagine in this spin into historic scenario. I have not experienced the pressures, motivations, imperatives biological or psychological, that inhabit mortal men. I will never be one, only a monster in a child’s body, with only the mortal experience of a servant child. I felt the glorious defilement offered by my mortal masters as pain. I was not grateful for their attention. I did not feel honored to be their momentary reward for all their self-appointed responsibilities. I understood my place because it was self-evident. I did not understand why it should be mine. Children are given no choice, no social contract. The adults who grow through their initiations, ritual scars, climb into manhood, womanhood, know only a temporal ladder to ordered positions, attitudes; what contract did they sign? Of course there is personal responsibility, payment for choices. But who sets the price? Who really pays? We all know that game of selling the price forward, like a hot potato. Those who accept the ultimate price are so often the poorest. Nothing to pay but pounds of misery that please no one. So, yes, I am guilty. I steal life to feed my unnatural death. I am by definition perversion itself. I have no excuse. I have no socially useful reason for being. I can not compare my case to human waste and expect acquittal or lenient judgment. I can wonder why designated victims don’t rise up, demand the power of self-sovereignty. No, I understand, too self-involved, cut off from solidarity, cut off from realizing the possibility of self-determination or the energy of purposeful fusion. Dark, furtive, shamed by unavoidable sin, the voiceless stay silent.
patchwork narrative - Resilience
Thu, April 4, 2013 - 3:38 PM
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postapocalypse13.tumblr.com/ APR 3 · 2013 Resilience While in our time together, I feast on Autumn’s presence, a more wholesome and unfamiliar pleasure than my custom. “That night, when you rescued me, when we met, I had to tell Kathy something, why I was out past dawn. I told her me and another girl from school had been stalked and waylaid by a gang of bullies. We had to evade them, and wound up at her place because it was closest. Her mom wanted to call the cops. We were scared and didn’t want a confrontation. I said I would call and tell you where I was. In all the confusion, that didn’t happen. Sorry. We are all, you know, upset, keyed up, talked it out all night like old friends, comforting, you know, too focused to think beyond, to be considerate of what you must have been worrying. I told her this story. Of course she bought it. She is so defeated, so empty, I think, used up by the life she never had but had believed in, a reality too sad and way too heavy to move beyond. But, you know, I included enough truth to make it believable, real. I told her, bright silver lining, I thought I had finally found a real friend. She likes that hope, a sliver of happy thought to lift her day.” Autumn calls her mother Kathy. It is unclear which role she assumes in their dyad of mother and child. She speaks of feeling guilty for their life on the run, away from their once fine home. She resents the dreary limbo that life has become. She is thirteen, an awkward age, uprooted and aware of the crumbling foundation of danger. I, strangely, can be a strength of stability, a dependable constant. Strange realization, I am not broken and defeated like Kathy, Autumn’s long abused, irrevocably scarred, single parent. Maybe because I have endured so many more years, because I never had better expectations, because I have supernatural powers and so much practice in invisibility, and remorse? Is this resilience? Autumn is fierce. She throws herself full force into defense against all self-appointed enemies. She exudes readiness for battle like a repelling perfume. Fingernails enameled green and glittered, she files into sharp weapons. She protects herself in reputation as too crazy to mess with among her daily peers. Intelligence learned to guile, she presents to teachers as an adequate student, quiet, shy, unobtrusive, unremarkable. I alone have the privilege to know her better.
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Sagittarius Full Moon
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Sagittarius Full Moon
The many faces of the Moon reflecting starlight in her many moods entrance the sky. My mortal eyes want to believe adventures, mythologies, romantic rhymes . Tell me, hoary elders, rejuvenated for your fling in s... read more discussion post on Fri, May 24, 2013 - 2:39 PM
Secret Language/Fairy Tale OPERATOR'S MANUAL notes playing to a theme
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Secret Language/Fairy Tale
OPERATOR'S MANUAL notes playing to a theme om2317.wordpress.com/ discussion post on Tue, May 21, 2013 - 10:23 PM
Wind Song
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Wind Song Caught a’fall through cobwebbed memory, balance calm within storm, echoed enchantment. Joined merriment of dancers, glide of movement choreographic poetry, mindful po... read more discussion post on Tue, May 21, 2013 - 6:04 PM
OPERATOR'S MANUAL
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OPERATOR'S MANUAL
notes playing to a theme om2317.wordpress.com/ it’s not you; it’s me I told myself this silly story I’m telling it today to clear the fog away make of it what you will or try again tomorrow to see i... read more discussion post on Sun, May 19, 2013 - 12:03 PM
OPERATOR'S MANUAL
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OPERATOR'S MANUAL
notes playing to a theme om2317.wordpress.com/ it’s not you; it’s me I told myself this silly story I’m telling it today to clear the fog away make of it what you will or try again tomorrow to see ... read more discussion post on Sun, May 19, 2013 - 12:00 PM
OPERATOR'S MANUAL notes playing to a theme
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it’s not you; it’s me I told myself this silly story I’m telling it today to clear the fog away make of it what you will or try again tomorrow to see if my stories speak to you discussion post on Thu, May 16, 2013 - 3:30 PM
latest patch
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patchwork narrative - Monster
MAY 10 postapocalypse13.tumblr.com/ Monster “Maybe he does love us. Maybe it’s a kind of love that’s about ownership. You know, you own what you can destroy. Maybe the base idea, underlying ... read more discussion post on Fri, May 10, 2013 - 2:08 PM
latest patch
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patchwork narrative - Monster
MAY 10 postapocalypse13.tumblr.com/ Monster “Maybe he does love us. Maybe it’s a kind of love that’s about ownership. You know, you own what you can destroy. Maybe the base idea, underlying ... read more discussion post on Fri, May 10, 2013 - 2:07 PM
latest patch
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patchwork narrative - Monster
MAY 10 postapocalypse13.tumblr.com/ Monster “Maybe he does love us. Maybe it’s a kind of love that’s about ownership. You know, you own what you can destroy. Maybe the base idea, underlying ... read more discussion post on Fri, May 10, 2013 - 2:05 PM
latest patch
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patchwork narrative - Monster
MAY 10 postapocalypse13.tumblr.com/ Monster “Maybe he does love us. Maybe it’s a kind of love that’s about ownership. You know, you own what you can destroy. Maybe the base idea, underlying ... read more discussion post on Fri, May 10, 2013 - 2:05 PM
Memrise
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"Millions of people have learned what you want to learn. That’s why on Memrise we’re collecting all the most effective ways people have found of remembering all the most interesting information.
As you learn, you share your ideas to help others... read more discussion post on Sun, May 5, 2013 - 5:35 PM
visionary arts and minds on Google+
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Walpurgis Knocked
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We born other than imperial, torn into what we are told is real
without power to protect ourselves from venal brothers of the order spreading hatred like any venereal disease We no longer need to meet you cowering on our knees Karma's a hot po... read more discussion post on Tue, April 30, 2013 - 4:25 PM
“It was the year when they finally immanentized the Eschaton.”
(in visionary arts and minds)
www.american-buddha.com/illumi....9b.htm * * * The sudden cry "Kallisti!" reverberated through the Bavarian hills louder than the music of the Ingolstadt festival had been. Trailing a cometlike cloud of sparks, the golden ap... read more discussion post on Tue, April 30, 2013 - 1:20 PM
Re: patchwork narrative
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patchwork narrative - Acceptance
MAY 6 postapocalypse13.tumblr.com/ Acceptance Her hair efficiently braided, long thick tail of dark luxury, even darker than her eyes so deep and brown like rich earth. She stands lithely ... read more discussion post on Sun, April 28, 2013 - 7:54 PM
M. P. FOLLETT
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Community is a Process by M.P. Follett Reproduced from Philosophical Review, Vol. XXVIII, 19... read more discussion post on Sun, April 28, 2013 - 1:48 PM
lunation
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Full Moon Harvest
I could if I willed it go inward beyond the cognition’s sphere. Infinite bliss the whole of the real I know, I feel. Eternity pulls me, grasps my ambient air into awareness. All ways my destiny. Incandescent tra... read more discussion post on Thu, April 25, 2013 - 10:01 PM
Earth Day 2013
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The Earth screams People die before their time or never get much life Species die, their music silenced Crazy theories of wealth belie obligation or simply seeing the laws ... read more discussion post on Sun, April 21, 2013 - 9:45 PM
Earth Day 2013
(in GAIA - the earth is alive)
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The Earth screams People die before their time or never get much life Species die, their music silenced Crazy theories of wealth belie obligation or simply seeing the laws ... read more discussion post on Sun, April 21, 2013 - 9:44 PM
question authority - 420
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Why are drugs part of common culture?
Why is weed part of youth culture? Kids aren’t held down and force fed pot smoke until they are hooked. It’s a great deal more than the simplistic label “peer pressure” implies. It is what we do, cultural n... read more discussion post on Sat, April 20, 2013 - 6:06 PM
question authority - 420
(in Freethinking Artists of Cascadia)
Why are drugs part of common culture?
Why is weed part of youth culture? Kids aren’t held down and force fed pot smoke until they are hooked. It’s a great deal more than the simplistic label “peer pressure” implies. It is what we do, cultural n... read more discussion post on Sat, April 20, 2013 - 6:05 PM
question authority - 420
(in visionary arts and minds)
Why are drugs part of common culture?
Why is weed part of youth culture? Kids aren’t held down and force fed pot smoke until they are hooked. It’s a great deal more than the simplistic label “peer pressure” implies. It is what we do, cultural n... read more discussion post on Sat, April 20, 2013 - 6:04 PM
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