The Lunatics Have Taken Over The Asylum

i see a clinic full of cynics

who want to twist the people's wrist

they're watching every move we make

we're all included on the list

the lunatics have taken over the asylum

the lunatics have taken over the asylum

no nuclear the cowboy told us

and who am i to disagree

'cos when the madman flips the switch

the nuclear will go for me

the lunatics have taken over the asylum

the lunatics have taken over the asylum

i've seen the faces of starvation

but i just can not see the points

'cos there's so much food here today

that no one wants to take away

the lunatics have taken over the asylum

the lunatics have taken over the asylum

 

the lunatics have taken over the asylum

take away my right to choose

the lunatics have taken over the asylum

take away my point of view

the lunatics have taken over the asylum

the lunatics have taken over the asylum

take away my dignity

take these things away from me

the lunatics have taken over the asylum

the lunatics have taken over the asylum

take away my family

take awaythe right to speak

the lunatics have taken over the asylum

take away my point of view

take away my right to choose

finding God, religion, and spirituality.

The following are a few quotes from an article I read by Steveb McSwain, Speaker, thinker, activist, and spiritual teacher; author, 'The Enoch Factor: The Sacred Art of Knowing God', titled "Finding God After Religion"  These words that he writes are the closest that I can  say best describes how I feel about finding God, religion, and spirituality.

"You don't have to go to church to know God.

people go to church to find God. Instead of finding God, however, followers are often saddled with a catalogue of "do's" and "don'ts" as onerous as the US tax code. They are told what to think, how to believe, as well as how they're supposed to live.

If there is anything Jesus, and the Buddha, made abundantly clear it is that the wind blows where it will. You can hear it, see its effects, and feel its power, but you can never contain it. In other words, the moment I stopped trying to find God, God found me. I love the way Deepak Chopra once framed it: "God is not difficult to find; God is impossible to ignore."

there is nothing you need to do to know God. You know God already

Finding God after religion? Remember the following: In Eastern thought, there's something called "the law of least effort," or "do less and accomplish more." If you will give up the "doing" and, instead, just enjoy "being," I think you'll make a great discovery. The psalmist said, "Be still and know ... " In my own experience, I have found that when I'm present (and that's my spiritual practice), I'm immediately in Presence, the real and sacred sanctuary of God.

Random Things...........

Since my mind keeps wandering outside into the sunshine and I am really having trouble stringing a sensible sentence together, I thought today would be a great day for a "Random Things"  post


A good kiss can save the day


"Water for Elephants" by Sara Gruen is such a good book. I am almost half way through and finding it very hard to put down.

Never under estimate the power of enthusiasm

Finding glasses - I am on a big hunt for a new pair of glasses, as I have had my current frames for about 6 years and I am a bit bored of them (Oh, and I think I am a bit blinder - so need new lenses too).



Ultra feminine dresses - I am totally loving floral, floaty, lacey and ruffled dresses
 
Song of the moment?  Actually two....Airship Pirate and Sleep Isabella by Abney Park (Steampunk)
 
Red, white or rose wine? definitely red
 
Deep fried, crumbed mushrooms are yum
 
Love constantly challenges us to be better & more unselfish
 
I don't handle large crowds or rude people very well
 
Often life is alot more simple than we think

Just don’t give up on trying to do what you really want to do. Where there is love and inspiration, I don’t think you can go wrong

When God-fearin' women get the blues

Lock up your husbands

Lock up your sons

Lock up your whiskey cabinets

Girls lock up your guns

Lock up the beauty shop

No tellin' if they've heard the news

Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus

Tell 'em lock up them high heels shoes

When God-fearin' women get the blues

There ain't no slap-dab-a tellin'

What they're gonna do

Run around yellin'

I've got a Mustang

It'll do 80

You don't have to be my baby

I've stirred my last batch of gravy

You don't have to be my baby

Call all the deacons

Call the ladies aid

Call all the altos, sopranos, tenors

Call every bass

Well call all the pentecostals

Bring that anointing oil too

Well call the preacher

He's the only one can reach her

And there's ain't no time to lose

When God-fearin' women get the blues

There ain't no slap-dab-a tellin'

What they're gonna do

Run around yellin'

I've got a Mustang

It'll do 80

You don't have to be my baby

I've stirred my last batch of gravy

You don't have to be my baby

Dreaming of Escape

Lately, I have been daydreaming about getting out of the city and escaping to a little log cabin or seaside cottage for a bit... I think one of these, absolutely dreamy holiday cabins would be just perfect... *sigh*....

Or this would be even better.....

Poking around an old Victorian home....secret doors, magical towers, candle light, old books, dusty attivs, creepy basements, haunted woods....... oh what fun, what adventure, what mysteries await here................

Life is not measured by how many breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

Forever Daddy's Little Girl (My Father Passed Away This Morning)

My father passed away this morning.  My mother passed November of last year.  Now I am truly by myself (except for my brother).  But those people that I turned to when I needed comfort, needed to laugh, to cry, to tell secrets to, or just to talk with are gone now.  There is no one in my life that I can do that with now.

Today I am at the lowest point I have ever been in my life.  Your parents try to prepare you for this day when they will no longer be with you.  But when it gets here you are not ready you want time to stand still or go back so you can be with them just one more time.

I have tried to keep my mind busy today, but now that I am home, it is going to be a long, long night.  One I know I must go through, but one I am not looking forward to.  It is at this time that I feel the lonliest,  most heartbroken person that ever lived.  If this were paper, it would be tear stained.

The emptiness that I feel at this time is something I can not put into words.  I do not know if I will ever find words for it.

Forgive my friends for the tears are coming faster than I can wipe them away.  It time.  Time to walk the longest night that anybody could possibly go through.

The only thing that I hold onto right now....my mom and dad are together again.....dancing as if it was Sunday morning again when I was child.

Fairy Tale High

Cinderella said to Snow White, "How does love get so off course?  All I wanted was a white knight with a good heart, soft touch, fast horse.  Ride me off into the sunset,  Baby, I'm forever yours."

Ladies  please, that Fairy Tale High we so long for has ridden off into the sunset without us.  I find that at this stage in my life I don't want that white knight.  Seems a little too perfect if you ask me.  I don't want perfect. 

Give me the dark knight.  The one who has been around the kingdom a time or two.  The one who is fresh from the fight.  Tarnished and battle weary.  One who knows the secret places, the dark passages, the one who knows how to love a woman, not a princess.

Give me the dark knight who is willing (oh so willing) to spend some wild nights with a not so Fairy Tale Princess.  Someone who doesn't mind a  little roll in the hay behind the castle now and then.

I'm not looking for forever right now, I'm just looking for a few wild nights spent in the arms of  a black knight that is familiar with those dark passages, secret places, the depths of the night where a woman could get lost for a while in the passions of a skilled lover.

I don't want a Fairy Tale High and I don't want to be a Fairy Tale princess but right now I could use (if you pardon me) some good Fairy Tale Sex!!!   Where is that dark knight when you need him!!!!!!

Practical Magic

Sometimes I feel like there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. The moon tonight, there's a circle around it. Sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing... I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don't know. Maybe I had my happiness. I don't want to believe it but, there is no man.  Only that moon.

Can love really travel back in time and heal a broken heart?  I'd like to think so. But there are some things I know for certain: always throw spilt salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for luck, and fall in love whenever you can.


What would you do?



What wouldn't I do... for the right guy?

All I want is a normal life.

My darling girl, when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage!

Hello beautiful soul.

Dear You,

Hello beautiful soul.

I’m writing this to you… any soul who has had a really, really big year. Even more than a big year – it’s lasted from the reaches of 2009 too.

I know it’s been a bit of a trying time.

Heart-breaking. Transformation. Loss. Letting Go. Being tested again and again.

Some of the strongest relationships I know have been pulled at, over and over.

I know some souls have chosen to leave the planet. Some have gone willingly. For some, it was just the time for the rainbow journey.
So much loss. So much sadness. So much letting go.

I know you might have lost everything, then lost a little more.

I know you might have found the bottom of the faith barrel, and are scraping for remnants.

Where did the good times go?

I want to go home.

And why oh why is this all happening?

When anxiety is your constant companion.

When you wonder when this is going to freakin’ end.

When it feels like it’s all just too much.

It’s hard.

It hurts.

I know darling.

I’m sorry darling.

I’m sorry it hurts.

I’m sorry it feels like you are in over your head.

I’m sorry the lessons have come so thick and fast lately you don’t know when you can draw your next breath.

I know, I know, I know.

I’m sorry.

I love you.

I want to knock on the door of every soul’s house that is hurting. I want to wrap you up in a soft, freshly washed blanket. I want to give you nourishing, healing tea… blends that are made just for you and what you need.

I want to listen.

I want to whisper things to you.

I want to tell you that no matter how hard things are right now, no matter the pain, no matter the sadness… I want you to know that it’s all for a reason. A good one.

And that is so hard to hear right now…

And yet… there is a mountain of faith inside me. One that glows and glides and sings.

At night, as I fall into slumberland, I think of you, and send out flocks of love, riding on wings. I hope they find you where you are.

I want to remind you that you are beautiful.

That you are loved. That you have been loved from the moment two cells met and became one. That moment, that instant, that your heart became. The moment you were born. The moment that finds you right here, right now, right where you are. And all the moments in between. You have been loved. You are loved. You will always and forever be loved.

I want you to know good things are on their way. That you are on the right path. That all your rough edges are being sloughed away, transforming you into the smooth, shining river stone of light that you are.

It is true.

You may not have any faith left right now, and that’s okay.

I can believe for you right now. I can hold the faith for you right now.

I want you to know… oh, so many things.

I close my eyes, and try to put into words all the things I know are true…
but there are no words, there is just this wash of love.

This wash of love that is just for you. From me to you. From a million souls to you. Just for you.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

I’m sorry things are so hard right now.

Things will work out, darling heart.

One day, you will look back on all of this. We will be sitting, drinking tea, and you will burst out into laughter and say:

I know what it was all for now. It got me from there to here, the place I needed to be. It got me to be the person I needed to be.
And you will be filled with Grace. With Love. With Joy. With Faith again. And every speck in the universe will light up again, because you will have seen it and known it for what it truly is…

All here for you. All here for your awakening. All here for you to come home to you, the amazing, shining, knowing soul you are.

I believe in you. Over and over.

I love you. A thousand million times.

You are not alone, dearest.

This is all for good.

I love you so, so, so much

The Art of Belly Dance

I am a belly dancer.  Surprise!  I have taken and still taking lessons in the art of the belly dance.  I find this one of the most sensual and seductive dances a woman could possibly learn.  I have enjoyed every minute of learning and practicing this dance.

Did you know the correct name for belly dancing is actually "Oriental Dance"? The Arabic name for it is raqs sharqi, which means "dance of the East/Orient", and the Turkish name is Oryantal.

The term "Belly dance" is a misnomer as every part of the body is involved in the dance; the most featured body part in raqs sharqi being the hips. Belly dance takes many different forms depending on country and region, both in costume and dance style;; and new styles have been invented in the West as its popularity has spread globally.

As with any dance of folkloric origin, the roots of belly dance are uncertain. The authenticity of even "traditional" or "classical" forms of belly dance is open to question and often hotly disputed. It is believed that the 'raqs sharqi' shares cultural roots with the courtroom dance style of Kathak

 One theory is that belly dance was originally danced by women for women in the Levant, and North Africa. This theory is very popular in Western dance schools because it helps counteract negative sexual stereotyping, but there is no written evidence to support it. The book "Dancer of Shamahka" is widely cited, but it is in fact, a romanticized memoir written by a modern author, Armen Ohanian, published in 1918. In Middle Eastern society two specific belly dance movements have been used in childbirth for generations, but this is not sufficient evidence to prove that belly dancing arose from birthing rituals – the birthing rituals could equally have arisen from belly dancing.


Another theory is that belly dance may have roots in the ancient Arab tribal religions as a dance to the goddess of fertility. A third theory is that belly dance was always danced as entertainment. Some belly dance historians believe that the movements of dancing girls depicted in carvings in Pharaonic times are typical of belly dancing.

While these theories may have some foundation, none of them can be proved to be the origin of belly dance. Any or all of these factors may have contributed to the development of belly dance as we know it today. The first recorded Western encounter with belly dance is during Napoleon's invasion of Egypt in 1798, when his troops encountered the gypsy dancers of the Ghawazee, and the more refined dancing of the Almeh.


Belly dance was later popularized during the Romantic movement of the 18th and 19th centuries, when Orientalist artists depicted romanticized images of harem life in the Ottoman Empire. Around this time, dancers from Middle Eastern countries began to perform at various World Fairs, often drawing crowds in numbers that rivaled those for the science and technology exhibits. Several dancers, including the French author Colette, engaged in "oriental" dancing, sometimes passing off their own interpretations as authentic. There was also the pseudo-Javanese dancer Mata Hari, convicted in 1917 by the French for being a German spy.

Most of the movements in belly dancing involve isolating different parts of the body (hips, shoulders, chest, stomach etc.), which appear similar to the isolations used in jazz ballet, but are often driven differently. In most belly dance styles, the focus is on the hip and pelvic area.

Important moves are:


Shimmy – a shimmering vibration of the hips. This vibration is usually created by moving the knees past each other at high speed, although some dancers use contractions of the glutes or thighs instead. The shoulder shimmy is also used.


Hip punches – basic move. Helps alternate the weight on the legs and create impression of the swinging pelvis.


Undulation – rotating movements of the chest forward, up, back and down create impression of riding a camel.
 
Belly dance is a non-impact, weight-bearing exercise and is thus suitable for all ages, and is a good exercise for the prevention of osteoporosis in older people. Many of the moves involve isolations, which improves flexibility of the torso. Dancing with the veil can help build strength in the upper-body, arm and shoulders. Playing the zills trains fingers to work independently and builds strength. The legs and long muscles of the back are strengthened by hip movements
 
Come on girls, get out there and learn to belly dance.  The rewards you reap from it will be many, trust me!
 

Gifts From God

My friend, we all receive gifts from God.  I am not talking about the gift of his Son or Salvation.  I am talking about the gifts that God believes we need and deserve in our lives.  I believe God favors everyone with these gifts.  These gifts can be anything that God chooses to send to us. But, if there is a problem with these gifts, it is that some of us do not recognize these as gifts from God.

We all like to think we are spiritual, in the know, enlightend people.  And for some of us that is true.  But even these people do not recognize God's gifts to them.  And I believe this saddens him. 

He believes that He is presenting to these spiritual, enlightend people, the gift that only He can see they desire in their soul, in their heart, in their dreams.  A true, special gift, given freely, laid out before them.  As God watches over, he finds that the perfect gift he has sent someone is rejected, turned away from.  It is not because they are rejecting God's gift, they don't even know it is a gift from God.  They, who say they are in tune spiritualy, can hear God speak to them, are rejecting or denying the form the gift has taken.  They never realize that it came from God, they don't even consider the possibilty that God gave them what He thought knew they needed.

All they see is the outward trappings of the Gift.  And if those outward trappings do not measure up to what they think or believe it should look like, then they reject it, walk away and say not what I am looking for, not what I need, not beautiful enough for me, not special enough.

They never take the time to understand what has been placed before them.  Do they even ask "Why did this arrive in my life right now?"  "What is this that has arrived in my life at this time?"  "What lies beneath?"  No, they do not ask these questions.  They just see this that has arrived in their lives only superficially, and if it is not what they expected they move on, never stopping to think about the Gift itself.

I believe when this happes, the Angels weep, because they know that God chose this gift for you, because He knew this is what was needed in your life.  They know you are not denying God, they feel that you do not think that God can make the choice of the perfect Gift for you.

So the next time something or someone is placed into your life, and you weren't really looking for anything, just remember it might be a Gift from God.  Don't reject it outright, don't turn it away, explore it in more detail, delve deeper into its mysteries, you just might be surprised and say God knew what I needed and He gave me a gift.

On-Line at the Nameless Cafe

Siting here at the Nameless, sun streaming in the windows, chatting with God on the laptop, love wordlessly pointing out how sweet the music is, how exquisitely enchanting the light. As the sun caresses the table it brings out the deep red and gold hues in the wood. How many conversations at this table? How many cups of coffee or tea? How many stories? I watch the light move slowly across the room. The pace is slow here at the Nameless this morning. Relaxed. The atmosphere settled. Sunday morning, but really, in here, it feels like eternity - a sweet, settled eternity. Everyone here is finding their way, in their own time and season. While they patiently wait for God, they drink coffee and tea. The waitress brings plates of warm goodies. When things settle, an easy loving-kindness emerges. I look around and find nothing sacred. Then again, there is nothing ordinary here either.

God just popped up! Since I had a good connection, I took the liberty of asking that ageless question, "Who or what are you?" The Beloved's reply: "I don't know."

I wrote back, "I knew it!" and we both had a good laugh at my choice of words.

Then, silence. You know, that still, silent, warm Presence that is so...

so...

... Beloved

Steampunk

I am fascinated with the world of Steampunk. 

Steampunk is the intersection of technology and romance. It's fashion, an aesthetic, a genre of fiction, a musical style, and a burgeoning sub-culture which combines the past and the future in an aesthetic pleasing yet still punkish way. It's living a life that looks old-fashioned, yet speaks to the future. It's taking the detritus of our modern technological society and remaking it into useful things.

SteamPunk Computer!  I want one!

Steampunk Laptop!  I really want one of these!

Steampunk Watch!

A nice steampunk corset!  Course I already have three!!!!

Nice hat and boots! Have these too! Guess I am on my way to Steampunk!!

Goes with my new hair style: crazy spiral curls!!!!!!

Already fascinated with the Victorian Era, just punk it up a little and voila   Steampunk!!!!

Women Who Dare: Grace Marie Landon Brown (My Grandmother)

I have been writing about women who dare.  Women who have defied convention, changed the world,  lived their own lives in times when it considered outside the norm for woman.  These are women who have inspired myself and other women to live their lives on their own terms. 

Today I am writing about a woman who inspired my life in so many ways.  My paternal grandmother.  She was born Grace Marie Landon in Dunkirk Indiana, we believe in the year 1883.  She passed away in 1972, and we believe she was 89 at that time.  She would never say when she was born and she would never say how old she was.  But from a few remaining family documents this is the age and year we have come up with.  At the age of 9 or 10 the Landon family moved to Kansas City. This consisted of my great-grandfather, great-grandmother, my grandmother (the oldest child) and her four other sisters, plus my great-great grandmother.

For the times they lived in,  the Landon family were considered respectably well-to do.  Great-grandfather owned and operated a feed and grain store.  He owned the house they moved into, it was, for the period, a large house, 4 bedrooms upstairs, formal parlor, dining room, kitchen, butler's pantry, servants bedroom downstairs. 

I remember as a young child going to this house for Sunday family dinners.  There would be about 20-25 people there for Sunday dinner (yes the dining room could accomadate that easily, I believe it could seat comforably upwards to 35 people for a sit down dinner) (They were always sit down dinners here and you had to be "dressed" in your Sunday best and have beautifully executed manners (failed this one quite often!)

My Grandmother and her sisters all attended school, high school, and college.  For a family back then to send a child off to college was a big deal, but to send 5 girls off to college was unheard of.  My grandmother was a pianist.  A very good pianist.  It is probably the one thing that I wish I had inherited from here.  The love of music was passed down to my father and then to me.  But the actual talent to create music went to my brother not me.

My grandmother married late in life, she was probably in her late 20's early 30's.  She married a Nebraska fellow by the name of Elmer E Brown.  Grandfather was of Nebraska ranching stock.  He and my grandmother moved to Eastern Colorado and had their own cattle ranch.  The ranch ran about 300 head of cattle, small but adequate.  They had two children, my father Frank and his sister Margene.

My grandmother did everything on the ranch that my grandfather did.  We have photographs of her on a hay wagon tossing hay to the cattle.  She was wearing work pants and shirt and boots!  She drove the wagons, she drove a car, she was very opinionated, had her own views about everything.  And yes they sometimes did not go along with my grandfather's views.

My grandmother was not a religious person, but she was a spiritual person.  But she read the Bible everyday.  She made sure my brother and I knew the Bible.  She would tell us stories from the Bible, she would read to us from it, she would have us read from it.  She made sure we were well educated in that respect.  She even made sure we went to Sunday School.  She would say to us "Know what is in the Bible, andt when you are older, then you can make your own decisions about religion."

Something else everyone said about my grandmother, and this I know to be true, I've seen it in action, she had the "gift of knowing"  "the Sight".  It was the most uncanny thing I have ever witnessed.  When she
"knew"  she really did know!  It never scared us, but just through us sometimes.  She would announces "I believe so-and-so is going to get married" or she say " Hilda passed last night"  and sure enough, if not within a couple of hours, at least a day, we would get the news.  Exactly as she said.

My grandmother taught me many things growing up.  She was familiar with the "old ways".  And she passed this down to me.  What herbs and flowers to use for teas, tinctures, healing, soothing, etc.  She taught me about nature and the seasons.  She followed the seasons.  We did everything by the seasons and the turn of the moon.  When to plant, when to harvest, what is in season, what is good, what is poison.  She taught me that if you take something from nature, ask first, say thank you, and repay nature back. 

I really did, even thought at the time I did not know it, lived in a magical house with my grandmother.  It was the house my grandfather built for her here in Kansas City when they moved back from Colorado.  Almost 3 acres of land of nothing but flowers, herbs, vegetables, trees so old I couldn't put an age to them.  Small wildlife roaming, rabbits, skunks. opossums, owls, etc.  She taught me all about these too.

She also taught me how to cook.  I am forever greatful on that account.  And when I mean cook, I mean everything made from scratch.  Everything!  So yes, I can make a complete meal for five, from scratch, without ever opening a can or box!  And if I put myself to it, I could probably prepare a Holiday meal the same way.  Thank you grammy for that!

But the one thing she did for me was show me that a woman can do anything, anything, she sets her mind to.  She can survive on her own.  God gave her brains and the ability to use them.  Don't let them go to waste. Education is for everyone, male or female.  You are entitled to have your own opinions and ideas.  You do not have to go along with crowd.  You can be you.

And for all of this I am thankful for my grandmother Grace Marie Landon Brown for being a woman who dared to live life in her own way on her own terms

(I do have pics of my grandmother but my scanner is not working at this time, that is why there are none in this post.  But as soon as I get the scanner working I upload them and post them)

A Thank You for B.

Through out our lives many people come and go.  Some are just casual friendships that we let in for a little bit and then let drift away.  Others are much deeper than that.  Some people come into our lives and make changes to our lives.  I have here in the past met someone just like that.  Someone who has changed the way I view many things.  And the way I view life in gemeral.

He has opened doors that I would never have opened on my own.  He has helped me close some doors that needed to be closed, but I could not do on my own.  He has helped me realese the creativity that I knew was there, but just not able to bring it to the surface.  He helped me bring it forth to have it explode in a myriad of ways.  In bold colors, subdues undertones, splashes of whimsy.  He helped free a caged bird.  He helped set a free spirit free.  For all of this a mere thank you seems inadequate. 

He may not even know how much he has done.  He may think that he has done nothing.  But you know it's true B. (and you know I know),   Thank you is so small for what you have given me.  But my friend, there will come a day when I can return this gift to you.  It is a gift that must be returned in order for the Universe to feel right (you know this).  You can not give of yourself without receiving.

Thank You B. for everything.  (Thank you Universe for leading me to him) 

Namaste

Heart of Lilith

She has come from the shadows of the dream world

A dark angel from the darker side of love

Across a sea of tears

A hundred thousand years

Come with her and dance in the moon light

And you are lost to this world evermore

Put your hand in her hand

 

Come and fly now with the angels

Rise again now like the phoenix

Your the love that lives forever

In the heart that never dies, never dies

Heart of Lilith!

 

Come and drown in the lake of her passion

Come and die so you can be reborn

Hear the siren sing

Hear the death knell ring

She's a witch a siren and a vampyre

She has come from the distance stars

To take your heart

To break your heart

Come and fly now with the angels

Rise again now like the phoenix

Your the love that lives forever

In the heart that never dies, never dies

Heart of Lilith!

 

Come and kiss, kiss the lips of Lilith

Come and kiss and you will be no more

Feel the fire

Of desire

Come and fly now with the angels

Rise again now like the phoenix

Your the love that lives forever

In the heart that never dies, never dies

Heart of Lilith!

Come and fly now with the angels

Rise again now like the phoenix

Your the love that lives forever

In the heart that never dies, never dies

Heart of Lilith!

Three Poems

lost in the maze of life

i wonder how shall i live

when no one cares for me

none heed to my tears

lost heart weeping for love

love pays no heed to my heart

with a soul marred and wasted

i wait for my silver lining

my heart crying a secret cry

for clandestine reasons many

my feelings i do not know how to express

and thoughts to unfold to my own

life treading in a painful path of thorns

and i am walking alone with no roses

and with no one by my side

tears racing down slowly from tired eyes

and heart bleeding for lost love

tears of my bosom unseen

are flowing like a swift river

in a topsy-turvy state now i am

in a crossroad i wonder deeply

which path waits my doom

and which road will be for me a boon

life once ebullient now silent

for doors of grief many have opened

just for my tired soul to bleed

with no blood but with pain

lost i have everything now

now what more am i going to lose ?

gone, all gone, days of ecstasy

when life was brimming with love

but gods' envy and wrath is on me

i tolerate with a heavy heart

with malaise, agony, and anguish

is there any one to care for me ?

none, no one, no one is such an angel

but everyone is rather curt

may be, my end is near

and i must retire to my barrow

to free myself from everything

all trials and tribulations that torment

so that peace and calmness embrace

my lost heart and marred soul

so that i will lie softly alone

in the deep soft earth in tranquility.

with no blood it is bleeding

but by deep love it is hurt

but no one to this lone heart heeding

because the evil in this heart is leading

and the doors of bliss is shut

with no blood it is bleeding

on pain and sorrow it is feeding

and living all alone in grief's hut

but no one to this lone heart heeding

because the whole world thinks it is kidding

but no one knows it is by love cut

with no blood it is bleeding

to the coffin of sorrows it is heading

for someone has to it hurt

but no one to this lone heart heeding

with love in life it was dwindling

but now it is all alone and everyone is curt

with no blood it is bleeding

still no one to this lone heart heeding

secretly, silently

very alone and disconsolate

isolated from this evil cruel world

she weeps in the darkness of the night

for death

complex inscrutable

emotions, feelings and thoughts

in her lovely heart violently sway

and thus lying alone with a bleeding heart

she weeps

crying slowly

and an angelic cry

with tears running down her face

she waits for her lost love to return

for her

bliss, comfort

she lost very easily

in her dear life, and heart

she lost for her angel, is with her

lost love

waiting anxiously

with unending tears flowing

and painful bleeding heart in her

coffin of sorrows, with soul wreathed in pain

she bleeds

Been Asked to Show My Art at a Gallery

A big surprise for me:   I have been asked by an art gallery if I would be interested in having a showing of my art!  How  wonderful!  How exciting!  How scary!  They would like to show both my digital art and canvas art.  You know you have this idea roaming in your head as you create that you want to share it with others.  But then when the opportunity comes around you get just a little nervous.  I'll give more details later.  But for now here is some more of my digital collage I've been working on.

Welcome to my World

Fallen Angel

What Lies Beneath

Who You Callin' Tramp

Magic Night

Catch A Falling Star

Angelicus

The Offering

The Invitation

The Look of Love

Mi Vida Loca

Just a biker chick at heart livin' la vida loca

If you're coming with me you need nerves of steel

'Cause I take corners on two wheels

It's a never-ending circus ride

The faint of heart need not apply

Mi vida loca over and over

Destiny turns on a dime

I go where the wind blows

You can't tame a wild rose

Welcome to my crazy life

Sweetheart before this night is through

I could fall in love with you

Come dancing on the edge with me

Let my passion set you free

Mi vida loca over and over

Destiny turns on a dime

I go where the wind blows

You can't tame a wild rose

Welcome to my crazy life

Here in the firelight I see your tattoo

Mi vida loco, so you're crazy too

Mi vida loca over and over

Destiny turns on a dime

I go where the wind blows

You can't tame a wild rose

Welcome to my crazy life

We'll go where the wind blows

And I'll be a wild rose

Welcome to my crazy life