Blessed Foolishness

m parkes inappropriate love
from my favorite artist Michael Parkes

After belaboring sowing and reaping,

and reminding that Karma is a bitch,

I laud blessed foolishness.

There are things in our living

that can make tricksters of us.

Absolute fools.

The high card of them all

is love.

Praise affection

familial and friendly.

For me, nothing compares to

Eros —

Who sets one cockeyed silly bombastic

earthmoving and roving,

melt-earth-and-rocks foolish.

I do experience this

addicting affliction in my lifetime.

It is fully irrational,

falling to pieces to give all my pieces away.

Mister Toad’s wild ride careens

between crashing chaos and

pummeling wind

euphoria

mounting the silken enchanted carpet.

This love takes body, soul, goods and

sanity.

Foreshadowing of the searing slicing

pain

of Eros’ love’s end

haunts, bites and blunts.

It leaves me with

gratitude

that I live authentically

recklessly

from my foolish smitten heart.

I lose all. I find all.

No one can take this away —

body and soul are knit.

I am the fool clown for love.

I live on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Thing Called Love

“I love you”

Falls easily from lips,

One realizes.

Almost a cliché.

Now I think – if you love me,

prove you are man enough for me.

I am formidable.

Only the true and brave stay

beyond the adrenaline rush season.

Cowards all?

A simple part of being

man enough –

Is

Paying

Attention.

strong me
Photo my own

 

 

 

 

 

A. B.

scary twitter.pngPhoto ~ my own

I know a she-zero that takes pleasure
in stealing human treasures
from women she can never measure
up to, ever.
She brings one-hundred-fold of her own jealousy
and hatred back upon herself and her cohorts
for generations
and generations.
God/Karma have pity.
I don’t.

Tongue in Cheek MAKEOVER

makeover
Photo ~ my own

Working on changing the blue threads in my fabric to something new

Like sunshine quicksilver gossamer showing a vague outline of the real me

Always here for you

Always bright

Always uplifting to view

With shells and jewels trailing from my hair

Peachy dreams lifting in the delicate drifting perfumed air

Always sweet and compliant, wearing my mother of pearl mantle

Granting wishes, conjuring illusions of shiny enchantments to entertain you

As you watch me, transfixed, through my prison bars

Which of course I can blithely turn into lightly whipped chocolate bars

Yes, I am on my way to your forever happiness

 

 

 

KICKED TO THE CURB LAMENT

harps-on-the-willows
Online art

One keeps living on,

but has no idea

how it is even possible.

Can lungs that breathe

no oxygen

still function?

Can a body with a cavernous

hole in its center

exist?

Can a mind with no meaning

still process thought?

I am living proof

of animated flesh

that no longer

has a soul.

 

 

 

 

THE CAREGIVER….

earth move
Art from Flicker online

Three lost days when I was sure –

it appeared –

I would lose

my first love,

my home, my mind.

His legs and life melted beneath him.

I witnessed my warm earth quake and dissolve.

One prophet said he was near death.

One beloved prophet declared the sands will shift.

Be prepared to act.

One prophetess told me his diagnosis

beforehand, and

all would be well and he would be well.

One prophetess said it is miraculous

how he has come back.

One prophetess sent me Light and promised

I would see God work this day.

Christmas '18

 

 

 

 

 

 

To Darling Daring Don (Juan)

mp for me
Art ~ Michael Parkes

Salute to a man

real man

who is man enough

to be with a dimensional

smart wild woman.

Cheers to a man

who has courage to choose life

against all pressure in a culture

in a coma dead from feeling.

Choosing, choosing, choosing for himself

— not just talking about “no boundaries”

but choosing to love and not fear

a woman of light, shadow and vitality.

Hurry to me.

 

 

 

Wrestling with an Angel

mparkes unraveling himWrestling with an angel

and prevailing….

Ah, the mystical

mystique of the thought —

To wrestle all night

with a mysterious stranger

who begs to be gone

before daylight.

Wrestling with an angel

and prevailing….

After such a wrestling match,

you still get wounded

and you limp with the imbalance

and memory of it

for the remainder of life.

bonnat-jacob-detail
Detail from online art

Something more.

Not sure what I am longing for.

Something more

comes to me as an impulse, event,

wind for good,

illusive wave upon the shore.

Something more

like the descent of a silken love god

draped in that “stop time for awhile” cape

whom I adore.

wind andrew wyeth
Painting: Andrew Wyeth

 

Winter Evaluation

goddess
Online Art of Goddess

Her best friend tells her not to take the rejection to heart.

“You make them feel unworthy. You’re formidable, boho and smart.”

She wonders how she managed to alienate such a crowd.

She has always been a “pleaser”. She is not crude or loud.

Her friend says the problem is brains/sass mixed with fun.

She’s the patron saint of unwise decisions.

There is no regret for wild actions,

Except those deeds she has not done.