The One


 

I’m Not the One Who Broke Your Heart

I’m Not That Girl Who Took Your Soul

I’m Not that Female Who Broke You Down Crashed into Pieces on the cold linoleum floor

Not that Girl Who Left You stock shelves on threadbare spiderwebs cascading into a fall.

Not the Her who hung your dirty laundry out for all to see Who Bled Your Veins dry and drank your arteries into desert sands

 

I am the One You’ve Been waiting for

She Who feeds you.

Come pour your soul into my vessel. Let me bind your wounded heart.

Up until now you’ve been dealing with small-minded females.

It’s time to partner with a real woman.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kick the Ballistics with Missy Elliott

Missy Elliott – Get Ur Freak On [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

Missy Elliott – Work It (Official Video)

 

Creatures of (Dizzy) Comforts


 

I am Liquid Stranger. Pour me down your gullet and drink. Sonic blooms decorate never desecrate. Welcome to the Hotel California where guests check in but they never check out.

What are you? A human Jukebox? Why must every crime scene trigger a song for you?

Creatures of DizComfort. Radio Check.

She left off the beauty of decomposing remains.

The Rising Sun
Psycho Barn House

Jules left her back door open all the time. Rain storms, Torrential rain. Cyclonic winds. All in the name of our local Rev. Pastor Rod Golden    who gave daily as well as nightly highly personalized counseling sessions. More like Golden Rod as his ratings and popularity with the recent widows and divorcees bordered on scandalous.

There was a gash in her head. Stab wounds all over her torso. She was a bloody bashed in mess. Salted molten lava gush from her……….. Looks like she was bayoneted 1000 times.

She was the niche that somebody carved out like a holy day gourd.

There is much beauty in empty overgrown abandoned lots as in the well kept garden with front and backyards.  Mother Nature reclaims her own. Including the hidden bodies.  More gifts to be discovered on Christmas day.

 

This one’s D.O.A.  I’m hungry. Let’s go get a sandwich or a burger. Make mine rare.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Full Metal Sneakers


 

 

Veiled. Screaming to be released from the afterbirth

The Caul. My prison.

Cursed by circumstance. Crushed under situation.

Abstract speed reverse back flip imps.

Beaten by barbed wire. Ripping out chunks of flesh. Battlefield: Code Red.

Burlap sack repentance.

Life is the quality of lies we live by.

A Quark of timing and fate.

So said the Hurricane to the Tornado.

LOve,

Pixy Dust

 

Banquet

Silver Screen: What is that Sir? I can’t Make it out!


 

 

 

Silver Screen

Take a quote from your favorite movie — there’s the title of your post. Now, write!

 

My Dad’s All Time Favorite movie: Run Silent. Run Deep.

What is that Sir? I can’t Make it out!

Run Silent Run Deep Poster

Run Silent Run Deep (1958)

Unending Grief of the vacant space left by my Dad’s death in May 1995

That’s my heart breaking.

That’s my soul aching.

That’s another soul flitting across the universe awaiting a new storage container for the old one is broken.

A soul crying in the dark for another dying friend and all those who passed before.

A good life wrapped up in beautifully ribbon colored crepe paper.

What is that Sir? I can’t make it out?

One wearing dark glasses obscuring their orbs.   An enigma of its demons. What sins were they running from perhaps we shall never know.

A Wayward Wanderer

The Prodigal Daughter returns.

Why young one, That’s strength, courage, tenacity and the ability to speak Truth to Power.

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One Word Photo Challenge: Film

One Word Photo Challenge: Film

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Part III: People, Places & Things

If you want to share a literal image of the actual word, do that. But if you’d rather play with word association, post something that reminds you of the specific word, or something you use the word for, do so. It only has to make sense to you. Have fun and keep on photographing!

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This week’s word is Film! Don’t forget to check out Color your World as well, posting daily January – April.

 

Daughters of the Dust Full Movie

Written, Directed and Produced by Julie Dash

At the dawn of the 20th century, a family in the Gullah community of coastal South Carolina — former West African slaves who adopted many of their ancestors’ Yoruba traditions — suffers a generational split. Young Haagar (Kaycee Moore) wants to move to the mainland away from tradition-bound matria… More
Release date: December 27, 1991 (USA)

 

Sorry for the poor quality for better results either rent or buy the movie from an Online source. Perhaps try Netflix or Hulu. You will probably be able to order the film via Amazon.com.

 

Harlem by Langston Hughes


 

 

Harlem

BY LANGSTON HUGHES

What happens to a dream deferred?

      Does it dry up

      like a raisin in the sun?

      Or fester like a sore—

      And then run?

      Does it stink like rotten meat?

      Or crust and sugar over—

      like a syrupy sweet?

      Maybe it just sags

      like a heavy load.

      Or does it explode?

Langston Hughes, “Harlem” from Collected Poems. Copyright © 1994 by The Estate of Langston Hughes. Reprinted with the permission of Harold Ober Associates Incorporated.

Source: Selected Poems of Langston Hughes (Random House Inc., 1990)

 

 

Dreams Fallen Down in a Well


 

Dreams Fallen Down in a Well

Completed the Veteran’s Administration Online form to apply for health care. Hopefully they should get back to me in about two weeks. Once the VA gets back to me then I’ll set up an appointment not just for medical care but to avail myself of any other services and programs they VA has for Women Veterans.  I served my country now it is time for my country to lend me a helping hand.

In the Meantime I’m……..

Dreaming Down a Well

I’m Dreaming Down a Well. Looking into the Abyss wondering how to fetch my dreams and save them from imminent disaster.  I can see them. Arms stretched out waiting for me to throw Life Preservers. Life Jackets. A Net. Anything they can grab onto for salvation from a watery grave.

A Bucket. Damaged. A Rope. Now Long Since Frayed.  Worn from constant use.

Send in the Buffalo Soldiers! Call forth the Avenging Angels of Mercy!

No Regrets?  Yes I regret. A Youth Long Gone.  Relegated to Ancient Myst’s.

Double V for Victory. Victory at Overseas. Victory at Home.

Star-seed buried in the sand awaits fertile ground. Resurrection. Regeneration. New Birth.

Nailiah nuzzled the earth like a hungry lamb or goat bleating out hunger cries in search for a Merciful Mother.  Searching out the Allegorical Lessons of the Cave.

I bid the powers of the Luxurious Fox for release and redemption. Banished from Exile.

Out of Sync.

Re-Calibrating. Re~calibrating.

Scraping my scabby putrefying boils with pottery shards. Rocking the earth with wailing prayers. When I shed my old skin will that be my freedom?

How Long O’ Lord?   How Long?

https://historyengine.richmond.edu/episodes/view/4682

Harry Belafonte and Odetta – There’s A Hole in The Bucket

 

Bob Marley – Buffalo soldier

 

Plato – The Allegory of the Cave – (The Matrix) Animated

 

 

Limberless Tunes ~~ Foibles & Follies


 

Limberless Tunes ~~ Foibles & Follies

A Poetry Moment

 

The Melodies of Suppressed Oppressed flowers sang through the night.  Her smile begged for acceptance. She wore “Like Me” like a cardboard sign taped unknowingly behind her gold brocade dressing gown.  It was the Ceremony of the Dark Light that took me there.

Petite frame. Jet Black hair. Skin so pale and translucent that one could see blood coursing through arteries and veins. She was more of an artwork museum piece than a living soul. One that men were driven to possess but she slipped through their hands like sand betwixt toes among the ebb and flow of sea tides.

On a fortnight Vulvagenda engage modulated paroxysms of unadulterated pleasure mixed with pain.

Suffering along with Melancholia of the Mind every word she wrote became Life everlasting.

She an Elegant Mess. He heaving swollen engorged gonads seeking release of phantasmagorical fractals. He began to manipulate himself even more vigorously as a shit eating grin spread across his vile features. Wet dreams saturated his paper thin gown. Splattering innocent garden earth. His odious noxious acid seed ferment and fizzle with No eggs willingly breed another of his kind. Cheated once again of progeny his fertilizer wasted.

They came as scavengers. Lords of the night. Removing yet another carcass done in by the Dolly-birds, skeletal dollies, whiskey, scotch & club soda mix. Down the drain into the sewer.

I shall sleep well tonight said satiated She whilst licking remnants of his viscera from her stiletto talons. What a delectable delicious dinner guest was he quipped She picking bone fragments from betwixt her jutting fangs.

Swooning ruby garrets swell laughter at Lothario Humpty Dumps pungent odors. Open ravine burials for vultures avian and human. His body now a sieve oozing blood nurturing all anger and pain.  Come ride Old Dobbin. Ride home with our silent linen shroud limp passenger into the night.

Listen as a Baroque dirge permeates the fetid night air. Requiem for Blood-lust ~~ The Final Mysteries.