Not The Rockefellers

photo by Elena Kalis via Magpie Tales she was light and magic, springtime laughter woven through her hair i found her world cluttered and noisy, a place where logic frowns ambushed, my heart leapt when i heard a bird call, her breath of life she was a singer of hymns, a joyful, patient sentinel i was a snare drum, ready to snap at the skip of a beat i now find myself leeching to the choir, waiting on her voice she was my cloudship, an ocean, a free spirited ticket to ride i gnawed away at my tether, she became my new life line i hold, needing like a child, the loose end of her crimson thread Rene ~ 2013

Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? 1979 by Morris Graves via Magpie Tales dawn is a feeling warmth that spreads from shoulder to cheek freedom means boundaries landmarks of habit indicators of progress  voices are familiar songs  each new generation produces its convincing covers life is smelly but you'll always know you are home Rene ~ June 2, 2013 For Randy Pierce and The Mighty Quinn

"Ponytail" by Last Exit up from the soles a restless silken quake this life this absolute death a serenade unapologetic Rene ~ May 26, 2013 For Magpie Tales

Between Heaven and Hell, 1989 by Jacek Yerka you never baked pies that weren't worth the penance why the hell try you never learned how to keep your hands to myself saw no reason why you drew crooked lines with sharp knives, in quicksand (maybes) set in stone got your momma's hair and your daddy's long, long legs rolling soul is your own did i never see? your feet barely grazed the ground i told myself lies time to let you go cut your threads out of my nest gypsy moths fill the sky ......................... it was a fine fall and apples were in season when i said goodbye Rene ~ March 29, 2013 For 100 Word Song - Sorry For It All and Magpie Tales

Today I will let go and trust in Jesus, myself, and tomorrow Armed with faith hope and love I will do impossible things boldly Rene ~ March 2013 In Memory of Jack Donaldson I just noticed that "Jack's Prayer" is my 333rd post :)

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 ) TheFoxandRaven     what i made of her: a pouty lipped wringing wet pre-coital national velvet era box top version of liz taylor i left behind in the attic with her narcoleptic libido and her a&p bags  full of half finished coming of age dime store beach trash she a dark secret, a red sash heart murmur, a wicked invention of an adolescent  ouija board imagination she now screams blue,  dripping wet and seething  down my dream halls how DARE I leave! how FUCKED UP to remember! pillow flipping off her midnight power surge i drown her out  in buckets of tidal sweat good lord, girlie go the hell to sleep go to hell to sleep Rene ~ 2013

the world stops and stares the sound of your voice a lake of pin drops freeze and thaw mid-air I can't hear you now but down come the rain I can hear you then I will know your name Rene ~ February 23, 2013 Some scrawling on a Saturday morning 40 words 40 syllables

eclosion interrupted cautious chrysalis stalled immaculate tentative toes tickle the water for temperature silken stagnation swaddled east to west south from north no midnight love no velvet flight no sip of nectar frozen local overwinter migratory dreams pump their wings nightly a world an inch away too soon now too late much later Rene ~ January 13, 2013 Image via Magpie Tales

Image ( via Magpie Tales) Google Images blood stains freckle snow-white linen like rusted lace cover me with wild adrenaline sloppy,  split lip  apologetic kisses i hide my face yet  still i hear sharp-edged  marbles  in your mouth tumbling over scotch rocks and little red last straws nobody knows this more that doesn't  meet  their eye no news  is good weather no bruise dear it'll get better we soothe ourselves with lullabies and true lies just rest now, dear leave hold  of your world pull up a chair let go of my hair the taste of bile  once on your lips, how quick the monster slips  i wait i pray you drift soon, soundly sweetly a little boy on soiled sheets a broken spirit spinning webs i lick my wounds under cover my jaw locked my mind loaded Rene ~ January 10, 2013 d'Verse Poets, Meeting The Bar-The Medium Is The Message For 100 Word Song This weeks song: "Debonair by T...

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

Image: public-domain.com sabre tooth dagger bright killer silently waits prey on the threshold Rene ~ January 3, 2013 Careful out there, man

Image: public domain images i don't believe in superstitions they only breed unholy ignorance can't no rabbit's foot could ever fix i don't find trouble in fearsome digits when there are way too many demonic idiots that have me counting to six six six i ain't skeered of crossin' black cats or tippin' toes 'round every street crack to keep my mamma upright and i'm never one for cussin' when i'm given a bakers dozen 12 + 1 is perfectly fine good things for me it seems always happen in thirteens i don't know what else there is to say i guess i'm lucky lucky that way Rene ~ January 1, 2013 Happy, Lucky 2013 For d'Verse Poets Open Link Night Week 77 ~ Happy New Year!

Photo credit: Andy Magee ( via Magpie Tales ) the best thing about us is not how we met or how we danced it isn't how we love or how we long or how we laugh it is certainly not how we fight or how we forget and as beautiful as they are it isn't the children we've made together or how we expertly handle every crisis or 90 mph curveball they throw our way i wish i could tell you it is our ability to weather storms shaken but unbroken and how we rise up from every defeat stronger than ever no.  the best thing about us is that we remain in each other's arms at each other's side We Are Rene ~ December 16, 2012

Image via Magpie Tales i won't be leaving here with you nor will you be staying with me for any longer than you see fit that is just the way of it it is the silent refrain of my being i won't be leaving here with you but i will stay, until my time is done as your ceremonial chosen one no, this won't be my last tour though it is the first time i won't be leaving here with you shh, now, darling. this is what i do i see it in your eyes, our time's drawing to a close. please don't mind  the tears  they come, they go, it's true... i won't be leaving here with you Rene ~ December 8, 2012

go on  an' eat your  cake on your  pretty  little plate cross  your fingers at your  ankles beautiful  fools get the best of  everthin' hid  under the  skins of careless lovers did your momma  teach you that, when she taught you  how to pray ? did your daddy  praise you when you bat  yo' eyes? you draw them in with your satin  on their sin make them weep with your  sighs go on  an' hook their  arms with your clever little  charms tell them  stories 'bout your conquests you're a child  of god jus' doin' her  daddy's work say it  enough you'll start  believin' did your momma teach you that, when she taught you  how to pray ? did your daddy praise you when you  bat yo' eyes? you draw them  in with your satin  on their sin precious little lambs led by lies Rene ~ 2013

Image ( via Magpie Tales ) Object To Be Destroyed ~ Man Ray I often wonder where you've gone usually after I've had a bit of fun you never wait for me, or anyone for that matter always on your way noiselessly spinning healing wounds dispensing tinctures making fools in circles you are cursed, blessed sucked and wasted try as I might you will not be forced or hurried you are what I wish for more than anything yet when I have you in my hands all I want to do is kill you Rene ~ December 2, 2012 For Magpie Tales

Image via Magpie Tales I always said I'd wait for you til the cows came home a problem since I live nowhere near a farm and seldom is heard an E I E I O outside of PS 152 yet here I sit for years forever and a Tuesday through radio days and long distance nights I am your eternal Gibraltar your faithful winged backed rude world blinder in time I may go but today, like every day I stand guard, ready to serve as Gershwin melodies crumble through windows and walls turn to clay Rene ~ 2013 For Magpie Tales

prepare ye, all from the way of the storm batten down them hatches loosed hell's about to be born from butchers, from bakers from rosary  shakers your children's sand kingdoms are ripe for the taking no neck is safe stretchin' high above the ruled their wind, a wolf's call soothin' sheep easily fooled prepare ye, citizens read true intentions well keep your wits aimed and ready on the pantry shelf Rene ~ November 2012 For Magpie Tales Image ( via Magpie Tales) Andrew Wyeth, Squall, 1986

derelict love rise above the lust of broken wings to mend you pretend all's well split seam hell spills no tell secrets across jet-stream vignette postcards from your heart to the hard of flight to hold tight reign *on a love insane Rene ~ November 8, 2012 For d'Verse Poets FormForAll-Than Bauk The Than Bauk is a climbing rhyme of Burmese origin