420 Fledglings Escape Pie and Fly

420 fledglings escape pie and fly


Silent night, pensive night
carefully managing intrepid flight
serial soaring heightened insight
self-sabotage may be a right
so is a paradigm shift, an excitement of
quantum array
a quick turn through reality's rift
into a fountain of play
Happy day, glorious day
why would we have it some other way?
Change decorations -- more brilliant, more gay!
Chatterers weaving beyond yay or nay
Reveling in destiny's space/time/what may

4/20/10

Emerging Visions #17 ~ hOLy CHaoS has emerged

Never mock at Eris
Lest Eris mock with you
Hers is a brave dispassion
You haven't got a clue

hoLY cHaOS

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All this energy whirls around, whirls around, insists on movement
See what we can find, create, intermingle
Just a thought, streaming through imagination
Take a little trip, a grand tourage, or what you may

rambling the Ides

Locked out

In the state of nature
Laws are enforced by
necessity, not choice
The Contract plainly reads
"Do what you will --
and see where that gets you."



This is the end of the old moment,
the denouement
before the Flood rushes through



Powerful men in air conditioned rooms,
clean, pristine, sweet smelling air,
sign off on torture with nary a care
Lunching on oysters, cognac and pears,
while young braves are herded to tombs,
too small concrete prisons of terror
freezing water on lungs, crushed bones,
of terror,
Interrogation to honor our nation



Skies part and fall
atoms no longer involved dissolve into space
between
Thoughts, no longer attach to meaning,
whisper incoherently
Inchoate breeze
Free floating
Unbound
Sound merely audible impression
Life no longer an obsession
Love? Separation from repression?
Concrete, now watery bits of stone
Swim, surf the waves, feel the moan,
feel the early mourning, each alone,
unconnected, eerily rejected, no goal,
nowhere to go
chaotic heat death of a world
no longer known



Pluto's Wife/ Demeter's Daughter

Persephone, your will is free
Even as your living is in bondage
to forces much older in their power
You are free to reconcile your fractured life
Daughter in Summer's sun
smiling warmly, playing at innocence
with charms long practiced
Mother's Fool
Mother's Lamb
Saved from that horrible man --
Well, joint custody
Ever her beloved child
While it is no secret
Down below you are honored Queen
among tortured souls ever needy of your
attentive care
Far from noblesse oblige, it is your
chosen career, though not chosen by you
Are you told enough:
"You do it proud." or even acknowledged
for the prowess you have willed into existence?
Free Will, not Free Choice
It is learning to make of the whole sad cacophony
discrete instruments of harmony, of divine song
to find, realize, act with
impeccable integrity
as child or Queen
or someone between



Never mock at Eris
Lest Eris mock with you
Hers is a brave dispassion
You haven't got a clue


I look to you Goddess
humbly, with honor, respect
asking no boon
I look to you to see a glimmer
of what you choose to manifest
I wish to hold that aspect in my sight
among the imagery I find informs my art
If I am to follow Art's vision,
May I be superlative
Not boon -- destiny unraveling
within my reflecting eyes


March 14, 2010

call for submissions Emerging Visions visionary art 'zine #17 ~ Holy Chaos

heed the call -- submit your visions


Peacefully we Co-Created
Moving toward new issue's fated
Erisian ecstasies
Careen through streaming
time and space to
Holy Chaos

Entropians Untie~~~


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send your submissions for Issue #17 ~ Holy Chaos ~ to me by mid-March 2010

have fun~

make it happen...


libramoon42@mindspring.com

valentine reprise

Be My Valentine


If the greatest virtue we can aspire to is love
And the greatest follies in our lives are due to love
And we can't cure ourselves of the pain and malady of love
But all the sages exhort us just to love
And pure poison is generated by loss in love
And pure bliss is ours in lovely love
And what about those horrid beings we just can't love
And what about that horrid feeling of being unloved
So what in heaven/hell is love?


There is love that sends you dancing
into romantic lunacy
that feels so right and free
There is love that burns so hot and cold
you never know
quite where you are
There is love that holds a whisper
in the corner of your mind
makes you smile in
that secret special way
makes you want to linger
in a lover's fantasy
makes your day
There is love that hurts and hates
and kills any chance of saving
face or heart
burns the bright flame of your being
into ash
leaves you bleeding, pleading
for any drug or thrill to kill the pain
There is love
indistinguishable from insanity
in any way your twisted mind
will go
There is love that lets you know
you have a soul
because it's growing
magically
Which love are you offering
to me?


I offer you a human love
not constrained to simple prophecies
Part need for another face
in which to see my reflection
Part need for nurturing solace
in uncertain days
Part need to be hero, adored
shining spirit in your eyes
Because you are the adored vision
in mine
You send my boundaries
leaping,
You in my life inspires me
to make that leap, creating
a greater vision of me
encompassing we
Crawling into each other's
place of repose,
breaking borders,
It doesn't matter where
I am
when I'm with you.

The change happens quickly
as in a feature film,
or excruciatingly prolonged,
a soap opera romance
slowly dying
new characters may intercede
archetypal stories may
cross our stars
navigating our lives
in different directions
We grow complacent, calcified,
disinterested
Angry words burn us inside
smoldering
Heat no longer a welcome
participant of romance
Your little ways
My little ways
imps of annoyance
Is there Hope in this
box of pain?
Over and over
yet never over
in the bodies and souls
of humans
experiencing love.

(c) February 14, 2007 Laurie Corzett/libramoon

Scrying on the Moon (for Brigid)

By sibylline light
images I recognize,
creviced captures of my life.
I know her judgment to be my own.

"Nourished by Moon rivers
mythical cavern blooms
unseen by sunlight
glow green."
Thus she sets the scene;
becomes the prophecy.

"Purest white simplicity
curved to suggest fragility
faith fed maiden ready for
plucking,
given in bondage to womanly woes,
hard rows to hoe
for that human hug through
crying of night.

Fate of mortal soldiers, sacrificed to lust.
Seeking relief, beg for the boon of drama
high adventure
sneaking into sad hotels
for a fix or a tumble.
Laughs,
deadly play,
danger, a real chance.

Barefoot in the snow
icy roads
winds so strong
I could not make you hear.
I thought you were my destiny.
Crazy thoughts, far from clear;
but I believed
song lyrics from Saturnine deities
would not lie, leave me
dying, fading into winter's grey
drifting clouds,
endless sorrow endured for naught.
Lost on this careless corner,
dreaming of oblivion, intent on visions
like rain
tapping against eternity's
vast windowpane.
Scenic serenity.
Nature's gradations of green
soothe tired eyes,
trembling nerves, throbbing veins.
Slivers of moonlight reflect
in withered refrains, unearth secrets
embedded in song
effervescing through cool pure air

cleansing the uprising nestling
set aflame
resurrected
tempered mettle,
pure, wise, tested
engorged with the will
to rise"

revised February 1, 2010