The Quilted Loom


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The Quilted Loom

 

In an abandoned open lot with an empty battlefield grazing behind it the Gingery Burnt Orange hair Sienna  skinned Weaver sits at her Loom.

 

 

People passing by alongside the adjoining sidewalks were totally oblivious save for the dozens of Calicos wandering to and fro between aspects of scenery.

 

Weaving Knitting Needles, Silken cacophonies of Symphonies, Singing Satin Brocade Ballads, and Crocheted mittens, rugs, tapestries, curtains, draperies, silken robes,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

 

The Weaver’s arms set a Frenetic pace birthing galaxies, solar systems Whirling out into distant dimensions. Hurtling through time and space.

 

She had to hurry before those three hags returned. Especially disturbing was the Cackling Crone with the shears.  No vermin that foul should have the power of life and death. Each harridan who cloaks composed of silent screaming emerging faces crying out in unheard agonies.

 

Falling Stars and Meteors

 

Parasols clanged with Umbrellas fighting to grow into Spears, swords, Bows and arrows

Delusion and Illusion were flung out into the Abyss

 

Double Fold in the Ears.  Click Clack.  Click Clack.

 

Out flew words, sentences, paragraphs and phrases from every language and worldly alphabet Calendars, days, weeks, months and years flew forth whipping by that any passersby would have been violently slapped if in the pathway The came the faces of Goddess/God Swirling, Twirling, Spinning, Revolved, Jumping Leaping into the Arms of the Beloved…………

 

Kali reached out with multiply arms to grab all defectors.  Banishing them to Eternal Limbo in Purgatory 

 

The Mystical Arms of the Seed of Abraham Join Forces in Homage to Yemaya Oshun Jumping in and out of the Sacred Circle Each one grabs a thread intertwining round the Banyon & Bodhi  Trees

 

Levitating and Pirouetting in ecstatic ecstasy

 

Turtles and Trees know the true story

 

Mighty Oaks, Sturdy Sequoias, and wistful Palms sprung up with ease sheltering the dancers from the burning sun and blowing hot Sirocco  sandy Harmattan

 

Bonnetted Women Blew in from Dusky Shore line Forests selling their wares to thirsty travelers.

 

 

Red Forest Man Meets Yemaya Oshun

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So Long to Africa’s Jazz Maestro: Hugh Masekela


African Maestro Hugh Masekela. Now part of the Angelic Choir

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As a child, my mother had all of Hugh Masekela‘s CDs, and so I grew up listening to his music. A few years back, I was fortunate enough to attend one of his concerts when he was on tour in the US. As his colleague and friend Yvonne Chaka Chaka said in the interview below, Masekela was very down to earth. After his concert, he came out, and greeted us… so I queued up and even got a chance to talk to him! Imagine that! I talked to the great Hugh Masekela! His enthusiasm was contagious! I particularly loved what he could do with his trumpet and his voice: simply amazing! Some of my favorite tracks were ‘Chileshe,’  ‘Strawberries‘ (not sure why, maybe because of the children’s chorus or the fact that as a child I could taste those juicy…

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Watch “Nina Simone – You’ve got to learn” on YouTube


No Love to be found. 

Compassion and Understanding long gone
Only sadness all around.

Constantly Chaotic Chaos and Turbulence 

 

Lazy ones reap rewards

While hard workers are kicked in the pants
FED UP!

Putting on the Walking shoes and stepping outta this bitch.
Fuck it All to hell.
I’m done. 

Share Your World – January 22, 2018


 

 

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Share Your World – January 22, 2018

List 2 things you have to be happy about?

My brother Stephen, my birthday in February and Vacation in March

Have you ever owned a rock, pet rock, or gem that is not jewelry?

Yes I believe so.

Are you a hugger or a non-hugger?

Non-Hugger.

I really don’t like to be touched and am very uncomfortable with strange people trying to touch me.  It’s like an invasion of privacy.  Men will use hugging to take unwanted liberties. Really very creepy and disturbing.  Yes I do hug my brother Stephen and a very few select close friends but other than those people I try to avoid all uninvited touching.

 

 

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

 

My Artwork for the upcoming Union Art Show

 

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The Evil Jester Coalition


 

 

The Evil Jester Coalition

 

Her Life consists of ramblings from One Psychosis to another

The Layout of the Caves leaves sounds greatly exaggerated

In the Caves I saw She who was without nose with bubs for fingers shoveling earth with scooped perdition.  Her looked into my questioning eyes spoke forth, “The Krocodyll ate my fingers and cut off me nose.  As she snorted, sniffed and shot up another dose. 

Frozen Dead stare out blankly from the casements as thick fog obscures, increasing the rift between reality and fantasy.  Embryos seemed to sprout from thin spaces of adjoining floor planks.

Figures on the Paddle-wheel encouraged us to sing and dance to pass the time.  Sparks flew out from street cars and trams attempting to ignite my swollen spirit.

The Grave is just a Bridge from Light to Light

We shall meet Midlands betwixt and beyond.  Her was an unknowing prisoner in that house for a long time. Returning to the home time and again.  It was a part of her distant past and daily present. The House was a gifted sanctuary to her brittle psyche. Within the burning hot coal city I was surrounded by icy cold rains, sleet and blizzards.




Oh for the Land of Fresh Cleaning Running Waters. Sunny Skies and Balmy Temperatures.  Where? Oh Where is My Paradise?  Alas Only in My Minds Eye.

Lost for Life ~~ Patterns for Mazes of No Escape |  Cyclic Wanderers

 

Murder on the Cusp of Entertainment

In his unspoken anger his white knuckles against her pure Ebony skin.  The Kill shot.  All part of their strange pale-skin Tribal customs. To choke the life out of wherever they landed. Leaving behind plundered Vesuvius. Merely witness to tragedy.  I closed my eyes and kept him moving. Further and further away. Hard Stop. Heart Stop.

 Enter into the House of Green Paper

MALICE IN WONDERLAND WITH HER HUSBAND KRAMPUS

 

To turn the earth into lands of shades.  Shadows walking to and fro yet never speaking to each other.  Sprinkles of birds. Anger within the codes.  These are the things that remain after Apostrophes.  Derailed trains careening into the wilderness powered by their own unique madness. Aztec lines leading to the Hinterlands.  Born wrong.

rELEASED fROM tHE uNDEWORLD………….

For I am Just a Glitch in the System.