The Difference

I bathe my face illicitly
in the heat of the rising mist
and then I begin to court disaster
when I bare my naked fist.
The people sit insipidly
rolling their eyes at the sky
pictures of aggressive indifference
these people cannot fly.

Or will not. As the case may be.

The barren land before me
accuses me in its dust.
I journey to the mountaintops
the objects of my lust.

Unrequited. Or not, as the case may be.

Where the clouds mingle with mortals
here is where I’ll reside
stepping through portals of compassion
I feel an urgent need to hide.
Breathing my madness
in the heat of the swirling mist
Courting disaster
in the face of my naked fist.

Obsession. Or compulsion . . . ?

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Photo of :
Eris Goddess of discord and strife. Eris is daughter of Zeus and Hera, or else, she was daughter of Nyx. She is often called sister of Ares, the Greek god of war. Eris bore a number of unpleasant children: Battles, Disputes, Famine, Fighting, Forgetfulness, Lawlessness, Lying Words, Manslaughters, Murders, Quarrels, Ruin, Sorrows and Toil. Eris is mainly a personification of strife . . .

(found on pinterest)

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And then there”s

“Chomolungma” :

The Tibetan name for Mount Everest is Chomolungma or Qomolangma, which means “Saint Mother”, and the Chinese transliteration is Zhūmùlǎngm.

Chomolungma – the Goddess of the mountain itself, the Goddess of Plenty who who dwells atop the towering peak and provides wealth and spiritual insight to those who seek Her counsel. Her name is the original name of Mt. Everest. (Tibet)

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I can’t decide which fits the poem best.

April 23, 2018 1

Her Virtue Lies in One Hand . . .

Her Virtue lies in one hand, the other hold her Sin.
She smiles at the disparity and shrugs her shoulder to begin.
She breathes in life one day by day, one minute before the other
Juggling the two like so many balls
Ever mingling one with the other.
To love her life is ambiguity, always feeling the constant tug
Of one against the other, “you can’t have both” or so they say

And so she shrugs

Though she used to wonder what course to take
Which spirit to embrace, how to separate, or to choose
How to settle for just one face
To be this . . . to not be that . . . my god! Her nature was at war
And she did not understand the conflict – at first, but no more

Now she stands awed

Pepsi in one hand, V-8 in its twin, triumphant and complete
With both her Virtue and her Sin. She smiles at the disparity.

April 19, 2018 3

GenXers, Millenials – do they repair things like their parents’ generation did?

April 14, 2018 0

Shifting To Your Perfect Parallel Reality

April 13, 2018 0

Anti-Pet

The Spinsta Life

“Since when are you an animal lover?”

“You’re Anti-pet, Mommy.”

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These are things my children say. I was taken aback by the “anti pet” thing out of my youngest, but that was just him and his perception. This week my 14 year old purposely bullied his cat and I put a stop to it, and he asks

“Since when are you an animal lover??”

Like, what??? Excuse me?

Do any of you think you’ve changed a lot since you were younger?
Do you think the changes are good ones or bad?

The transition from child to adult is interesting and full of changes. I don’t have to tell any of you that. For my children to label me as “anti-pet” and animal hater means I have changed in ways I didn’t even know about.

I know I’m jaded now. I don’t believe in fairy tale love anymore –…

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April 13, 2018 1

3 Days Quote Challenge – Day 3

From the movie Laura. Great movie!

Thank you again, SyncWithDeep !!!!!!!!!!!!! For giving me this awesome fun game to play with you guys!

My quote:

The character of Waldo Lydecker at one point says:

“Let’s not be psychiatric.”

And I just got such a kick out of it. I added it to my facebook favorite quotes along with my original Yeats quote and my Catherine Aird quote that you can find on my front menus of both my blogs, Kaleidoscope and Spinsta.

I love this quote because I am learning every day to integrate, heal, balance, live with, PTSD which causes in turn, some issues with depression and anxiety. This quote cracks me up lol.

I’m nominating these last three bloggers to carry on the Quotage:

Ricardo Sexton , O at the Edges, and the resident hottie, Texas.

Here are the rules:

Thank the person who nominated you.

(you may mail chocolate to…..)

Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).

Share why this quote appeals so much to you.

Nominate 3 different bloggers for each day.

April 13, 2018 0

3 Days Quote Challenge – Day 2

“The mystical life is the centre of all that I do and
all that I think and all that I write. . . .
I have always considered myself a voice of
what I believe to be a greater renaissance –
the revolt of the soul against the intellect.”

-William Butler Yeats

I was looking for the Yeats quote that I used to have in my Facebook, which is this one: “Literature must take the responsibility of its power . . . and keep all its freedom.”
But in looking online for it, I stumbled over the one above which I like even better.

The quote I picked is part of a longer bit of conversation, in which he explains that “Now as to magic. It is surely absurd to hold me “weak” or otherwise because I choose to persist in a study which I decided deliberately four or five years ago to make, next to my poetry, the most important pursuit of my life…If I had not made magic my constant study I could not have written a single word of my Blake book, nor would The Countess Kathleen have ever come to exist. The mystical life is the center of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.”

Now I can’t agree with that in its entirety, as I have written and created before and after magic entered my life, but what I can agree with is that my “mystical life” – my soul fire – is at the heart “of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.” And that is visible in some of the poetry I have posted here.

My Three Nominations are:

Beauty Beyond Bones

Happy Parents, Happy Children

and

Soul Therapist

* My quote on Day #1

April 12, 2018 0

Thy Rose

I would be thy Lady, if thou wouldst have me
and in my submission, learn to be free
I would be thy Lady, were it thy will
in trust, I would learn to be still

for a time, and then

I would seduce thy ear with soft-spoken words
becoming in the night all that thou heard
speaking words of love to thee when they were felt
reclaiming my power when before thee I knelt
I would feel thee within me odd times of the day
know thee beside me at night as I lay

“Little Flower, now touched by the sun

erupts into hot, molten life and trembles …

poised on the precipice of desire.”

I would drench thee, saturate thee, utterly captivate thee
in the torrent of our infinite possibility
I would be thy summer and I would be thy spring
I would be both thy solitude and thy tawdry fling
I would pleasure thee with all that is fine

hold thy heart beating . . . give thee mine

“I urge thee, I urge thee, Look at me … “

hidden deep in thy throat, I would hear my name

… and we would never be the same.

I would know thy heart if thou wouldst bare it
thy thoughts, if thou wouldst share them
fuel thy whims, desires, dreams if thee dare
seduce thy mind, soul, body if thee care
I would dance before thee and then away
twining my hair through my hands in this way
thy interest through my fingertips

I would tug at thee, compel thee, entice thee just so
I would desire thee, yes . . .
But would love thee more, and honor, and respect

I had gauged his honor though I did not know it

“A quality of trust. I pushed him away.

I pulled him back to me. But in the end

… his face is all I see.”

Thou hast long since braved the brambles of mine heart
I would be thy rose now, and create a new start
I would submit to thee, surrender my Self to thee

I would be thy Lady. If thou wouldst have me.