|Watercolor & fine liner.|
Safe at HomeI had hoped my dancing days were overSafe at Home by SpiritDuchess
With two perfectly broken legs,
One hardened heart, a summoning of
desire was merely bad blood.
Parents, thinking best,
let my thoughts wander free within my shell.
bouncing to and fro, such skulduggery atop
a body strapped to that bed.
Bombarding books assault all desire.
Radiating music seeping wheeled sleep.
friends fast and furious.
never knowing why.
All this thought
for the want
The GivingAll sins are for giving.The Giving by SpiritDuchess
.. or so the master told. Lying
in everything great.
Night's always dark,
the very definition.
Literal drawing - pages black.
Desired whimsy, show so stark.
This bird, each day, on window perched.
nailed by claw, it flies in search
Snowy day sun, full of haze and dread
of simply night falling again.
So lovers tangle
falling as one. Lesser men call
to echos on wind.
And you know which way has won
these hearts that beat everything
under the sun.
|From my Watercolor/Fineliner Folder.|
| My tribute to HR Giger's art & movies by Dario Argento -|
Bits put together from the Extras of "Alien", showing Giger at work on the various monsters (paintings, sketches, sculpts etc) & interviews with him & about him. They thought he was "creepy"!!
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Acid Girl 05Blood dripping on the doorstep
Ninety days was the beat, rhythm, and chorus line
In the letters I wrote to her
I never left out an Oxford comma
Optional was something I could no longer be
My voice of folly died in a clinic just outside of Cleveland
Enfranchisement was an easier game to play
401k promised us all longer lives and weaker minds
I shopped at Ikea on the weekends and never turned on the heat
The illusion of class, a classic illusion
Wood glue holds it all together
Underneath the dinner parties and church basement meetings
All of those systematic lies
They showed me a thousand new ways of looking at the sunrise
Freshly mowed lawns and white collar nine to five
This is why I left happy hour long ago and far behind
I’m all the way clean and she’s all the way gone
Then one day I find her sitting on my front porch swing
smoking cigarettes and chewing on nicotine
Three years apart and her eyes still burn like turpentine
She told me that
Count On.I saw myself
reflected in your words.
The introduction that falls
within that wave.
...and to see your song
sailing, oh so, high.
I never felt that fall.
Is it love that let me down?
When the music echoes
Withered phrases spoken
round and round
leaving me to wander round.
...when your song trails
long spreading, opening arms.
I'll never let you fall.
I will never let you down.
Behind the cellar door There
hidden behind the cellar
door. What enigma, what secret, oh
what alluring truth could it hold? Oh what
sown seed, | | of evil would
it perhaps be?
Eagle and the BearBorn in the land of the eagle
unto the blood of the bear.
I learned early across horizons of time
that life, is never fair.
Yet I've found, through many failures
have come out of them more gain;
for born unto me of freedom, the wings of the eagle
and the fight of the bear in my veins.
For with grace I soar
and in strength I roar.
My spirit, ANGERS for justice!
Together, with the eagle's eye
and the bear's great, fighting size;
Opression - shall BOW
white smokeLines (inclusive of spaces): 33
By the promise of the moon, that shines
Among the stars, where our ancestors stand
by the brave, the ancients.
There does our path lead us, to the paths
Where our spirits embrace platitudes held as truth:
We are made from Mother Earth and we go back to Mother Earth
Harken, oh heavens above, to the calls of the elders.
The white smoke carries the spirit to the heavens
Raised was the call, as the ashes burns
burns the remains, a sacrifice, to call out
for a moment... calm; the moon's translucence
All sing with the elder, beckoning you
farewell; we watch, as your spirit finds peace
It takes a thousand voices to tell a single story
Thus do we cry, dearly departed:
The white smoke carries the spirit to the heavens
The smoke disappears, as the mist embraces the skies
And I recall what the ancestors had told me:
When you die, you will be spoken of as those in the sky, like the stars.
Thus is the prayer answered:
.i did not expect
for you to pour out
nor that i would be
in the flood of it