black lace over the top

medusa syndrome series IV

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Star of David  in the sky dome of yesterday

"some describe this amazing planetary line-up as a vehicle of ascension, a tool for the evolution 
of the human race. to the same believers, we each have, what is known as an energetic body vehicle 
in the same shape as this planet formation surrounding our physical forms. in our personal stars
or Merkaba’s  we are able to tune into  other realities, if and when these vehicles are activated."

- from Star of David Appears in the Sky - Guardian Express


desert plants and steps

"in this world of trickery emptiness is what your soul wants." - Rumi


blossom on blade

filled with the saturation of tenderness 

                                                                                                               (thank you, raphaellae)


echo of shadows

                                                            . . . from the fi(ni)shing line


tattered wings

in the tattered wings
of a coconut tree
the wind rages delirious
chatters like the mad rain
day and night night and day
dry tears of unfathomable pain
one thousand blades
prying off a soul
from a frail man's body

pain pain pain
more than sinew and bone can bear
taut twanging ball of nerves
cutting wrenching tearing
squeezing thirsty cupful
teardrops of blood-
dew to appease tomorrow's dawn

heaven birthing an angel
amid Earth's mourning

but why so violent? oh God, why
s o   v i o l e n t ?

(it was never suppose to be this way)



window-shopping XXI - [sin pecado*]

“They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams.
I painted my own reality."
- Frida Kahlo (July 6, 1907 – July 13, 1954)

                                                                        *the Sinless store

perched in trees

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ador(n)ed by the tropical rain

                                     strings of flawless beads
                                    gleam in the flame tree - blossoms
                                    ador(n)ed  by the rain


viole(n)t in the distance

                                           at the farthest end
                                           of the visible spectrum -
                                           a viole(n)t  tempest

"i believe that truth has only one face: that of violent contradiction." - Georges Bataille