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Emotional Landscapes

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Then we were in the great Outdoors singing improvised Coastal Sea Shanties.

An Elfin Fairy Moongazer.

Ignore it. Ignore the internal Primate Music. Chatterbox Chatter.
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Reinvigorate the Tarantula Nebula.

Seven Seas of newly formed planets were found orbiting a sapphire seven pointed Starfish.

Speckled specks and fragments fell off her gown as she wandered aimlessly through the conservatory.

Speaker? Trope?

Shall we sterilize our Wonder Jelly? If Not will I become a Sunset Dragon? Will I be removed to the Island of Tabloidias?

EchoSigh… EchoSigh….

The mark of a Free Spirit Mystic.

Firstborn Firebug Simrit, telepathed, First eat of the Cosmic Comet Seeds. Then all will be well.

What shall it be with DJ Electroplasm?

That will be given over to Opulence and her twin Ostentatious.

Opulence who reeks of diamonds, gold, silver, rubies and every manner of gemstones plus Precious Jewels. Blinded by excessive reflective Shine. Glossed over with scintillating flecks of glassy broken meteors.

Ostentatious was covered by crashing cymbals, tooting horns, clanging bells and shrill whistles. She was a succulent covered in shiny brassy burgundy scabs.

Sandy beaches baked naked from two minor suns.

A New Day Dawns

Once I confessed they Big Blue Rock threw me off the Blue Crag Priory.

Such a wailing of processional mourners. Cosmic Psychodynamic Bootcamp.

Can you spot the boats? They sail for you.

Tasseled Sails Intertwined Glitter Pendant Swirls

Purple, Pink and Orange in Triplicate.

Unicorns. Dragons. Fairies and Elves.

Brooding Her Eggs

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Brooding Her Eggs

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There was the traditional way. We could always Fall back on courtship and tradition.

But the Nesting Pods of the Season House were more efficient for the future preservation of the species. Eggs and sperm were combined within each suspended animation pod could be grouped together for warmth and transmutation of ideas, thoughts and concepts.

Genetics from the best of sea species mainly dolphins and porpoises are incorporated adding extra intelligence heretofore unavailable to humans.

Careful sequencing ensured success. Elocution was just one benefit. Mixed in with the Wisdom of the Trees.

The embryos as they developed all pointed Starfish Moonward. Such well developed podling seedlings.

The lambent flickering lullaby our embryos through peaceful Dimensions.”

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The Goddess Mellifluous

Whale hum. Celestial hum. Elegant elongated fingers Rhythmically massaged each podling seedlings papoose case. Cradling. Cradling. In Our Arms.

All inhabitants have memories. Generational Memory.

Ancient memories that carry on via flora and fauna. Birds, Trees, animals. Rocks, oceans, sea and stone. For energy never dies. The Forest and whale songs are one. Enter into the Glorious Myst. Buddlings All.

Trees spun Gold. Trees Trekking Bronze, Silver, Gold Threads of Grace.

Daily the Women would gather together, hold hands spreading knowledge, Wisdom and understanding to each suckling. A universal hum could be heard over each Collective from Midnight to Dawn imbuing the children with Light, Grace, peace and Blessings. Once ready the young could follow on Hatching Day.

The last Transformation much of it ill conceived man made necessitated an internal deep sea cleanse to Planet Peapod. Gestational Earth Sea Sky. Seeded by meteors from distant galaxies.

Life filters from the Celestial to the Terrestrial and back again. An endless cycle of Restoration.

Goddess, Moon, Sun and Star Sisters recreated Pangaea Peapod to rise from the Ocean Depths.

Gentle Mother Mellifluous

heavily pregnant with beings arose to face the storm full force. Raising her arms spreading her legs wide birthing seedlings as the winds lashed whilst the waves crashed. Each podling descending into warm sea Sanctuary.

Clack. Clack. Went the Bones!

Clack. Clack. Went the Bones of Destiny!

Kosmic Interstellar Space Baubles

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Thurl was a bright Brilliant sparkly girl but an unusual girl who morphed into an even more unique unusual woman.

A Spicy Feral Octogon living that Stealth Life

A woman whose Memory kept falling out all over the ground floor spilling like a fast moving river underneath the closed green door.

Thurl gathered Her nerves carefully packing them up inside a Lime green Holdel bag. Pushing a few items to one side She even found space for mirrors reflections and toasted Dreams.

Carrying it outside burying it under an equally Lime Green Tree. Creating a Discovery Timeline Capsules.

Patting down smoothing the earth in a different direction She knew that crystal green eyed hazel Honey skinned Zohar would rise again. In the meantime She decided to let his untamed havoc rest. For She knew that in a few weeks that there would be a familiar face among the Leaves.

Zohar his being a mixture of Holy Water and Fire water.

Hit with the back buckle of the Bible belt. Only the Quiet ones are Left.

After pouring Libations She concluded Snapping her fingers She disappears.

Thurl the Gurl went Home in Style.

May The Choir Never Cease Singing

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The Land of Yesterday Yesteryear became a Raging force strongholds more powerful than any hurricane, tornado or scirocco. Then everything went sideways and upside down.

Old World Images

New World Sculptures

Lost in Space yet Found on Earth

Rosie from The Jetsons
R2D2 and C3PO

Wall-E and a bit of Steampunk Courtesy of The Students, Alumni and Professors at The Fashion Institute of Technology

The Boxer

Here we were in the great Outdoors singing improvised Coastal Sea Shanties. Remember the Past for it Contains Future’s Seeds.

An Elfin Fairy Moongazer.

Ignore it. Ignore the internal Primate Music. Chatterbox Chatter.
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Awaiting Ascension Juxtapositions — An Ode to Eden

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Are we living breathing time capsules waiting to be opened by future generations?

Alive. Merely existing.

Unquiet extreme desperation for something more but we don’t know what that more is. Blend in. Blend in. Like a Chameleon. Validation mode on.

Fire Salamanders emerge from still hot ashes and charcoal bits whence Paul dipped his hand yet brought back his hand unscathed by neither flames nor poisons.

Creator demands that we be broken down into our Essential Elements.

Are we really primordial primates amphibian reptiles species awaiting Rebirth into the next level of Evolution?

Sentient beings searching for our next form. Next pattern. Next Dimensions, Galaxies and Multiple Universes.

We 20th Century born sat at the feet of our Elders absorbing our family oral traditions. Treasured Griots sharing knowledge, wisdom and understanding.

But how will our 22nd Century descendants interpret the Throwing of our old bones.

Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. Long abandoned Blogs filled with dusty forgotten posts on desiccated lives. Forever seeking release from a wireless tangled Matrix.

Will we stand the test of time?

Or will Haramattan Sirocco winds blown from Pyramids and Sphinx wipe our Talking Heads from the Akashic Records.

Homage to Eden