"One of the heads of the beast seemed to have had a fatal wound, but the fatal wound had been healed. The whole world was filled with wonder and followed the beast." From the book of Revelation... (Steller poetry)
Im grateful for the † sunflowers of Chernobyl, whose will I cannot bend. † † Just by being here and standing † in all the negative energy of our soils, † and growing ó returning beauty † to the atmosphere.
And more so, what were thier reasons to tell thier stories. † † † Pandora would say, yes there are evils in the world, and they sting at you badly. † † † But isn't it a lovely story, † where through your pain & misery of what you found, just by being human, that there is hope? † † ...the story of Paris, and in his contentment of being only a shepherd, in a remote part of the world. † We cannot win for losing. † And yet we...
In poetry I was young again † and fashioning the † Muse on Hippocrene † as tulpa, Pegasus? † † Was it real? † Did it make any sense? † † Waking and remembering † who I am. I wrote it down † as time rode in on † the white sea horse. † † Horse not made of myth, But Horse made † out of consciousness. † † Praise the Ancients, † Dare the Lunatic Fringe. †
The story sits waiting like a monster that needs electricity. (Thank you Mary Shelly) I'm irritated with myself lately because of mental incognition. A virus will do that to a person. † † In 2006 I had viral meningitis. † It put an end to my career in health-care & nursing. † †
I was the one that brought the medicine to the patient, but I no longer trusted myself, and so I made that decision. †
No one understood what I was talking about because they said I was "better."