tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45391850298609870852011-04-21T22:08:14.463+02:00developments in the darkroom - exposing the layersoniongirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652986719164562612noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539185029860987085.post-70636285956014587202008-04-21T12:43:00.003+02:002008-04-21T12:49:35.434+02:00<span style="color:#336666;">1) <strong>EMPOWERMENT</strong><br /><br />oh god!<br />covered by beauty<br />so captivating it terrifies -<br />searing skin<br />encircling the spine<br />in effervescent<br />ecstasy,<br />breath<br />is a blue vapour<br />on the windowpane…<br />dependant on the mercy<br />of release -<br />i am a sphinx<br />crouched and defiant,<br />(passion is the vault of grace)<br />a picasso in surreal thumb prints<br />- a child - defeated<br />and cleansed<br />- a daffodil - in winter bloom<br />i am filled -<br />again<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#003333;">2) <strong>ENCHANTMENT</strong><br /><br />bring it on<br />enter in simplicity,<br />golden<br />you glow<br />white hot<br />casting dream dust<br />before my dazzled eye<br />bewitched/wizarded<br />i am?<br />by sahara silk<br />in matte exposure-<br />the slide show begins-<br />high resolution-<br />light speed<br />and then the cleaving -<br />all good things.<br />to save the flame<br />i cling to ignorance<br />the morphine<br />my spirit craves</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4539185029860987085-7063628595601458720?l=vacionino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oniongirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652986719164562612noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539185029860987085.post-29233111321076629472008-04-18T20:24:00.002+02:002008-04-18T20:28:13.667+02:00<span><span><span style="color:#003333;">I share -</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">offering</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;"> to your hooded lens</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">reptilian defense</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">of the spirit,</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">my festering</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">dream wounds,</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">the creatures</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">of my childhood</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">shoes and bed –</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">that guttural voice</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">so loud</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">so large</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">it must mutilate me...</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;"></span></span></span><br /><span><span><strong><span style="color:#003333;">soon</span></strong></span></span><br /><span><span><strong><span style="color:#003333;"></span></strong></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">I present</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">the cool</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">relief</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">of reason</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">to pay your piper…</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">scream</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">at my bloody feet</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">desperate to ease</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">the marathon urge -</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">watching</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">that cold</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">eye that</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">does </span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;">not</span></span></span><br /><span><span><span style="color:#003333;"></span></span></span><br /><span><span><strong><span style="color:#003333;">blink</span></strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4539185029860987085-2923311132107662947?l=vacionino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oniongirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652986719164562612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539185029860987085.post-29571099248907815292008-04-17T06:51:00.000+02:002008-04-17T06:55:35.428+02:00a horse hair shirt<br />tugged and smoothed<br />to little avail<br />dreaming<br />of feather down<br />or the pleasure<br />of being<br />simple...understand?<br />and laughter<br />and wit<br />and Gods!<br />what i<br />would do<br />for a sliver<br />of amusement<br />irreverent<br />and true -<br />you understand...<br />of course!<br />it could be me who<br /> zipped up<br />pissed off<br />forgot your sweet name<br />at the door?<br />metaphorically<br />it probably was...<br />has it been<br />as good for you<br />as it has<br />for me?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4539185029860987085-2957109924890781529?l=vacionino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oniongirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652986719164562612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539185029860987085.post-54517279068813943222008-04-14T20:11:00.001+02:002008-04-14T20:17:34.242+02:00pennies - honey<br />for a seat<br />at your table,<br />widespread soul<br />on your clay plate -<br />pay me<br />in platitudes<br />whispers<br />red ; rusted<br />lust<br />all day<br />every day<br />to compensate<br />for the wound<br />in my centre -<br />raw<br />serration<br />from dumb<br />tongue<br />to mound<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4539185029860987085-5451727906881394322?l=vacionino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oniongirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652986719164562612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539185029860987085.post-26332149561415185232008-04-10T11:12:00.003+02:002008-04-17T06:57:01.445+02:00<span style="color:#333333;">I will tell you</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">these things</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">while unanaesthetised</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">sing to you</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">of the raw and the</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">very fearsome</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">unclean...</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">slice open</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">the belly</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">of my dreamtimes</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">and pain </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">before you</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">i will turn from that</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">comprehending</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">comfort</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">you give and want and take</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">with remorse</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">and intent</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">i will weep for the night</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">that cannot claim me</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">through millions of miles,</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">the laughter that cannot</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">release me - </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">uncontrollable and joyous.</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">all these things...</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">with haste,</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">while</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">they are</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">real</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">to me</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4539185029860987085-2633214956141518523?l=vacionino.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>oniongirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11652986719164562612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4539185029860987085.post-88114226181960010692008-04-09T13:17:00.002+02:002008-04-09T13:21:54.524+02:00<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;">I capture<br />faint impressions<br />of friends<br />in ink, (violet ink)<br />fold their wings<br />along crisp<br />invisible lines<br />melding missiles<br />of possibility…<br /><br />soaring/swooping at the whim<br />of my questing fingers<br />away; away; away<br />from my muted dystopia:<br />perchance, they may<br />- locate the veiled faces<br />- of those<br />- I have lost<br />- or not yet found<br /><br />whose hands<br />may be cupped beneath<br />autumns zephyrs<br />to claim them;<br />and send home to me…<br />(read between the feathers!)<br />in their own<br />gilded curlicues<br />or mad<br />graphite slashes<br /><br />the secrets of<br />my angels’<br />flight</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#330033;">09 april 08</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4539185029860987085-8811422618196001069?l=vacionino.blogspot.com' alt='' 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