Not The Rockefellers

Picasso, faun-horse-bird, 1936 she sang you in like a sea serpent charmed i'm sure once on her lips a lifetime on your knees begging your once limber tongue now tied in despair poor thing such a pity tempted by that pretty sly bird worse than her song was her empty reward silence and now you dream of diving black horses screaming dragging you down under a shameful sun drowning so easily you surrender your grip freedom Rene ~ March 17, 2013 For Magpie Tales

Image ( via Magpie Tales ) by Daniel Murtagh to watch her slip into the silken night  longing diaphanous to boldly witness such radiant vulnerability without a claim to keep her pressed under glass, instinctual yet hopelessly dangerous to know this brutal age  old ache is to have lived a life across the threshold Rene ~ 2013

Photo by R.A.D Stainforth white smoke collection plate chalk dust rubbed from heaven's slate lace mantilla frames your face kiss me with the passion of a suffering saint grace amazing december eight the night is dark and the hour's late your sights above me yet here i wait lighting up another courage break chasing haloes my breath you take my soul you burn down to the stake watch them all line up see them all fall down for the sake of ashes Lord the way you roll me holy smokes let me into you a sacred, secret work of art and i will love you and all that you ponder in your heart Rene ~ December 30, 2012 Magpie Tales Lucky 2013 to you all!

November Lace, 2009, Rene Foran It was nearly 90 degrees in that cozy little kitchen the smell of home cooking had attached itself to every molecule of every acrylic holiday sweater her every effort to help prepare the feast was waved off and redirected to the family room where a stony, silent, football viewing Mt Rushmore occupied the couch, a loveseat, and three folding chairs she wandered down  to the basement where she was years removed from the circle and miles behind the conversation so she drifted along searching where was her world? where was her piece? where did she belong? she slipped away  from the fray unnoticed up to her childhood room through the bedroom window and onto the rooftop poetic: " she sat arms hugging knees surveying life,  the leafless trees spindly branches claw the sky scratching for sun, to heaven they cry p...

Image from public domain files this new awakening has stirred up my sensibilities comfortable truths like worn out shoes can't support me now i walk the line between safe and perfectly reckless barefoot on the edge of a sea glass mountain waiting for the push or the shove or the fall as i stand here still stuck in this borrowed dress, life and time laughing at the imagined cocktail party talk that would undoubtedly ring through the parlor of my funeral i'll bet you never thought she go'an do a thing like that feckin' brave, her taking the jump knowin' the fall good love'll do that to a body may we all fall so hard Rene~October 23, 2012 For 100 Word Song it is my new thing to take it to 111 Cuz I'm a punk like that @writesidemama, aka “mama” has chosen this week’s  writing prompt song, Falling To Pieces from Faith No More. All about indecision. I know from that. Th...

Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali via Magpie Tales I'll dip you over the edge of the universe breathless then stare you down like Brando catching then dropping you in time enough to fall clinging breaking free then chasing you down hiding in chains a fugitive on the run seeking willing to give it all up you're nothing more than a shiny  thing glistening after the tango as i leave hungry heart of a hunter forever wanting more © 2013 - Rene

i was a carpenter's dream you never could shut up about that i was more than just geometry you didn't own you lacked the tools and sense to figure that out hormones and swelling glands navigating your every move yet you bothered with me when I couldn't even stand myself if only i could have changed my breasts or cut away my ethnic nose maybe our conversations could have gone somewhere instead of falling flat like your idiotic punchlines i was always the straight man in your perfect, curvy world forever waiting for the hook to yank you back truth be told behind the forced laughter you had no idea that I didn't mind Rene ~ September 2012 I was just feeling like a "big for her size" 14 year old this morning... And this is the havoc I chose to wreak on the planet. It's a little thin after the hook brings you back part... Work in progress. I'll flesh it out a little more. Maybe. If I feel like i...

Fernand Léger, Breakfast, 1921 join Magpie Tales do you dream as I do of love sudden and shocking eliciting the chatter of teacups feverishly thrusting into heated debate can you find a moment as you brush by me and onto your routine to take me, breathless, to the beautiful we once knew Rene ~ September 9, 2012

photo credit: Rene After we'd loosed that last thunderclap of the summer, up on the old Erie Lackawanna tracks, I swear we heard the Universe exhale: "Thank God that's fucking over with." Me and Brady walked back to town on the rails strutting like dimestore peacocks smoking Marlboros and talking like we knew about everything and didn't give a shit about nothin' So Brady asks me, "You scared about startin' high school?" "Naw, I ain't scared" "You lie, asshole" " Brady, you smell like a bowl of assholes, better pray you stop before school starts" "Yeah, and I know you better pray to the titty fairy before school starts" Usually the shit that Brady said didn't bother me, because we were always just kinda foolin' and playin' around but, I don't know. That day it was weird. And instead of punching him the arm, I just got all quiet. And so he was all quiet. An...

Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales I always end up at Gate of Heaven after the pub, but before dinner drownin' in liquid amnesia it's safer under the oaks away from them and selfishly envious of feckin' Able Moore. Lucky bastard, dying like he did war hero, soldier, saint not a livin', sufferin' forgotten, faceless sonofabitch bummin' cigarettes from snot nosed brats at the Seven Eleven Remember me? I didn't always run and hide on the Fourth of July pissin' myself in terror Tell me Don't you goddamn remember me? I don't feckin' care if you don't But oh my Jesus, don't you forget to remember me, Able when I come into your kingdom don't you dare, man don't you goddamn dare Rene ~ November 2011 Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is often suffered silently. Click here for more information.

photo by Chris J. Chambers sailing paper boats under german opera skies autumn aerialists dive splashing down  into gray blue eyes i tug at my wool cap the wind picks up a ride how i hate to be alone after the beautiful goodbye Rene ~ October 2011

Photo by Rene  how divinely you dance around the thread smiling, barely breathing spinning secrets and angelic half truths into silken veils without so much as a ripple every vowel whispered swallowed up and held smartly, tightly in your hot little grasp a carrot dangled over a bear trap heart Rene ~ October 2011 Google Images Inspired? Please visit Magpie Tales and submit your own take on  the above photo prompt. Be Creative!