Out and about with Sammi & Eriko!!

Sammi ends up with a pile of yuri manga, while Eriko cradles a copy of Proclus' Elements of Theology. What a couple! What a life! Bring each other the true happiness you deserve, and hold & preserve it through all adversity!

Surviving in Mr Trump-a-dump's America

Make no mistake, Mr Trump is a horror to me. I am a liberal, almost a socialist in some areas, like health care for all!!

Bur Mr Trump is also an American "event" . He fits in our history as unfortunate as that is to say. He pulled together the "tea party" so called patriots, the very religious, the gun lovers and the white supremacists in a coalition. We has a black president, we were about to have a female president. All who opposed these events found a common cause, and are now bed-fellows with Mr Trump.

The USA is on a path to become a diverse and tolerant society. But we are, as someone once said, a civilization without a culture. When our culture is born, I am certain that it will be diverse, tolerant and welcoming. I was optimistic it would be in my lifetime, now I am not so sure. But got to stay hopeful. I am uncertain as to who will lead the anti-Trump movement in the 2020 election. No one is emerging now, because it is a long time until 2020, enough time to get wounded beyond recovery by the "tweetings." I am hoping for a wiccan transgender Latina, but let us see what the meta-verse spews forth for us. :)

ongoing tragic misunderstandings

I have come to believe that the majority of human communications are misunderstandings.  We get caught up in our emotions, and tend to express them in commonplace metaphors which at once solidify the issue in ways we never intended, and then we send this package off to impact another person, thus bringing about their emotionally charged reaction and metaphoric response.

Just be careful of what you say and how you say it.

the core of a (hu)man

since my friend got sick
I cam see quite clearly
the place from where
angry religion arises.

John Knox the righteous man
beating and swearing on his book
words that claim to hold the world together
words to which all must submit...

but earth and sky were here before those words
and people will dance
long after they are forgotten

Toothpaste

When you go out to buy toothpaste, you see a multitude of options...one has a coupon, another is on sale, yet another you just bought the last time.  But when I go to buy toothpaste, I see only one option...Pepsodent. Is this a female vs. male brain thing, or is it two different survival modes...being open to all options vs. clinging to what we know and trust? I don't have an answer, and perhaps there is none. But I will continue to learn from you.

Stieg Larson's Millennium series

I just loved these books, and I was rooting for Lisbeth Salander all the way. At work I was asked to take a personality evaluation test, and it revealed that I am  person who values the human contact and relationship above the rules. Now that is definitely not to say that I am not a law abiding citizen. rather I see that each act, each thought arises from it's own unique set of circumstances.  I will grant that we must use some generalities in  order not to be bogged down in over thinking every thing, but in cases that give us pause, that upset us, or that we perceive that damage has been done to us or to those in our oikoumene, we must, yes absolutely must examine as best we can all the circumstances that lead up to that event.

With the character of Lisbeth Salander we see this quite clearly, as the author draws it out in microscopic, forensic detail. Who is she? How did she get to be who she is?  The media rushes to judgement in the most salacious, titillating way...of course she is an insane lesbian satanist, and thus a threat to all that is good and holy and true.  But that is how we are told to perceive ourselves..we are the good, the holy, the true...all others are to be excluded and condemned.

But is this really the case? It is the easy way out, and for Lisbeth and her circumstances. it is the cowards way.  Her friends...those people who have come to know and appreciate her...rally to give us all that we need to know to realize that the whole is so much more that the sum of the isolated and Fox-news/Rush Limbaugh-interpreted parts.

The Waiting Flowers

He wanted to believe that the flowers would last forever, but the smell of autumn hung heavy all around.  So he put aside his ancient fear of winter, to smell the few flowers waiting there beside him.

truncation

all wound up to fly
he was shot out of the sky
plummeting to earth
there to await
another birth

the gyant went a-boating

The gyant went a-boating
  He took my princess fair
His iron chains upon her
  His flowers in her hair.

She is my own sweet passion
  But he has her now
He's leering from the poop-deck,
  She's reading in the prow.

I see them on the water
  My body shakes with rage
Against him I am helpless
  His boat is now her cage.

Far away they drift, alas!
  Leaving me behind.
Them on that boat together:
  It roasts my shattered mind.

I flop upon the marshes,
  As visions come to me
Though they are far out of sight
  There's much that I can see.

I know she's on her hands and knees.
  Her mouth is open wide;
Of gyants' food she will partake
  He'll thrust it right inside!

He'll make her suck the bitter root,
  Suck it dry and clean;
Then she'll eat the pulpy fruit
  Than ne'er a man has seen.

Her lips and chin so sticky wet,
  It drips upon her thighs:
The salty sap of gyants' fruit
  And bitter root's surprise.

I cannot bear to think of it,
  I cannot turn away-
He owns her out there on his boat
  She is his willing prey.

Minutes turn to hours,
  My hands sink in the mud.
Although I cannot really see,
  My mind will chew the cud.

His magick staff of hearty oak,
  It fills her now with bliss!
Ah! How can I, a mortal man,
  Ever compete with this?

A fever of delerium
  Now has captured me,
Pulpy chains of rooty bliss
  Are all my mind can see!

Ymir's bliss

absence...
yawning void...
on either side--
a hunger.
a great beast
with his presence
at the center
fills the gap
draws together
fire and ice
two young spirits
seeking other
yet now his
on each side
take their place
his lust pulling
them together...
now fastly held
in his great arms

mr world

Mr World is out there
Leering with his grin
Mr World is out there
All he wants is "in"
Other ones have tried it
And they seem ok
Other ones have tried it...
Perhaps he'll come today.
He'll plant his seed inside me
Far in, where none will see
He'll plant it deep inside me
And it will grow for free.
Then I will be like them
I will be "ok"...
Mr World will have me
He'll never go away

The Empty City

empty streets i wander
empty houses pass by
not daring to enter
not wanting to try

salt air now calls to me
down to rotting docks
there no ships await me
no keys for any locks

i cannot bear to depart
i do not want to stay
lying down by the gate
too tired even to pray

I hope the night will remember

I hope the night will remember

All my little hopes and dreams

Long after I am here to supply them

In such abundance.

Königsberg 1945

My city is wrecked

Surrounded, besieged...

And yet I'm here

My path is clear:

To hold out till the end.

My salvation calls me

From over the ice--

A boat at Pillau:

A lovely, long-dream'd-of boat,

Rich with the wonder of the sea..

But I will never reach it.

I laugh with the madness

Of deep-submerg'd despair.

action with no context

action with no context:
i see myself breaking free
but i can't do it.
there it is! my goal!
i see it there in the distance
but how do i get there/
i usually plan...
but this time i cant...
i want to act..to do SOMEthing
but if i do...but if i do
it will have no context within my life
within my rut..
ooh it will have the deeper context to me
but that is a secret
so the action itself
in the doing
will make its own context.
long ago, my brother in law's wife
went to new orleans..just went..
the act had no context
well none that those close to her could see
but THEY weren't really close, were they
the ones REALLY close knew...
but the others invented, manufactured, wove
a context for her actions...
and THAT became a self fulfilling prophecy
are we ready?
is anyone brave enough?
to act as their heart leads
and let those others weave all they want
damn them! they don't KNOW!
they think they do..but
if i cant even take the first step
i will never get anywhere
unless i listen to my guardian spirit
who whispers that all will come to pass
if only i am patient..
the future cannot be forced or manipulated
so i relax...and wait...
that is my context

the shadowgirl

where is the shadowgirl?

i know she's there

i feel her presence

with every fiber

of my being

but, being a shadow

she gets lost

in the darkness

and i lose sight of her

i should know

she is still there

a part of all that is

but it does scare me

just a little

until i see again

the now familiar outline

of her soul

Cubiculum IV - Hurricane

don't worry...

I keep some of you

deep within me

stocked-up supplies

a surplus to get me through

when it's "lights out"

and I'm alone in the dark

I won't be afraid

I'll be strong

for in my lone candle

I feel the warmth

of you beside me

Cubiculum II

tongue pulse golden dream awash
featherflow
gentle stronger life encompass
the earth... the focus
where it all comes together
now at last alone along
co-joined:
adored hider and beloved invisible one
they are as one as space allows
space we find we found ~ establish't...
pre-claimed and now forever ours

amen!

Cubiculum I

where does the time go?
oft, anyhow...
places small are found
to crawl in
intertwine & rest
after fierce play.

i think we see
it comes to this:
in any moments,
at any time,
the prince & princess
are true!

amen!

our number

john dee, alchemyst

to the first queen elizabeth

said we all have an angel--

a divine guardian,

and each angel has a number.

ah! if we could only

know those numbers!

then we could contact

any person, any where...

well now we know them.

all those numbers--

but the angels are forgotten.