Domestic Violet

Babies are . . .

 

. . . a state of

emergency

urgency

hangs in every breath

harried mothers forgetting to exhale

dizzy from kept carbon dioxide

adrenaline rushes every moment

hurried anxious attentions

divided

whether babe squalls or sleeps

especially when the bundle creeps

rolls

finds their

knees and finally

feet

emerging helpless to

hapless

shark-eyed toddler

here there

everywhere

over playpen side

not to be

confined

followed by the first attempt at

rebellion’s self-will

a definite “NO” decided

issued with confidence by

a kamikaze two foot- tall tyrant

practiced by then in

ruling the domain

primarily carried by frazzled

parental units who

attempt multi-tasking

how to get the poo

off the writhing serpentine baby

and not

ON

themselves or anything else

but

of course once cleaned and clothed anew

little Farquar lets loose

a chin full of

goo

and you must have this blessed experience

I know you

want to . . .

don’t you?

(Only a crazy person does this more than once!)

Domestic Violet - Mom Vi x 4

Semper Vi ~

Survivor . . . from the VORTEX

Chilling . . .

on the front porch

rest my weary bones

raptured by the

grape vines

salvia and

yarrow

hoping for

tomorrow

as a mighty wind

whips up

stirring all the

dust

up

and I'll have to

go

in

as the pompass sways

and johnny jump-ups    jump

dancing

all around

and the gloriosa

shivers

among strategically placed

whispering trees

and I hate the wind

worse than anything

forcing me

to re-negotiate

my position

all comfy and serene

surrounded by

every

green

I could possibly manage

to plant

in my front yard

so far

and suddenly

the grit

is in my eyes and teeth

and hair

and paper flies

beneath my

pen

and I must retreat

against my wish

but

I take a backward

glance

as I gather up the makings

of a few minutes

peace

and head into the

interior

of sanctuary

to finish

this piece . . .

Domestic Violet

Semper Vi ~

Survivor . . . from the VORTEX

And the Moon looks like . . .

a pebble

tonight or a

bean

but

not the fat lima

no

more kidney-ish

with a perfectly smooth

edge and a rougher flat

side

in the night sky

and it looks like God stuck it up

there

and left a

thumbprint in

the Man/Woman eye

so we would know

who the

artist

is

and who else has

the power to

suspend a rock

in space

with such grace

no

not us

but we

try

and I can't help but

let it

burn me with it's light

after a day of

fight and fright

beginning with a killer

flu and

a psychotic fool

at my door

berating me for things

imagined and

I've had to talk down a lunatic

before but

not since the last time

and I wasn't in the

mood

so after it drained my

already low reserve

I had to then say

good-bye

later

until we meet again

to a young talented one who came to hug

his Mom before the big wide world

gets to hear him play

and guitar in his car with a friend

he will travel

far

away

but on the sidewalk

as he was leaving

lay a broken baby bird shell

shaped like the pebble in the sky

with God's thumbprint on it

and he picked it up and

took it with him and we both

know why . . .

Domestic Violet 

Semper Vi ~

Survivor . . . from the VORTEX

 

 

First the Man takes . . .

a

drink -

then the drink

takes a

drink -

then

the drink

takes the Man  . . .

old Chinese Proverb and

we all know

drink is drug

is drink is

drug -

Sam Ting !

And  " too much of a

good thing

isn't good for ya honey " - Janis Joplin

was heard to say

back in the

day

and then  More More More

some 90's Rockers sang -

shopping Doc's to get the job done

just like way back when -

as every drinker/druggie

MUST

in order to

be

one -

with only alcohol and prescribed pharmacuetically dispensed

drugs

being NOT ILLEGAL to

harm ourselves with !!! ??? !

And I'm grateful today

for limited

funding -

for small numbers in

accounts

all along  -

never

enough

getus

wampum

loot

to do myself in

completely

and I don't even know what

immediate gratification

is

in the larger sense -

beyond some years

of bars and beers

and whiskey and the

mix -

so I cannot really

imagine

having

whatever I want

whenever I want

however I want

it

with lots of folks

doing as I say

at all hours of

the night and

day

and if I just throw enough

money

at IT

then IT's mine !!! ??? !!! ??? !

What price fortune

and fame !!?!!

I have no clue -

( do you ? ) -

what  LIFE  might be like when

EVERYone

knows your name - like Michael Jackson

as I write anonymously

for an audience of

none

and am free to walk into 7-11

and go wherever I

wish -

and while I can't

relate to what his life has been

in that sense

I do know

actions speak

more loudly

than

words

and when the family of Michael Jackson

came to help him

and the KING

turned them away

without a word  -

nothing further to

say

for a long long

long enough

time

that they learned

to NOT GO
THERE !!!!!!

" There "  where they will be shunned

for not going along with

the priorities of

the addict

in pursuit of

the drug of choice -

and it's the TOOL

most used

by alcoholics

addicts

emotional blackmailers

and control freaks

and I envy the life

blessed with

scarcity of this !!!

And Michael  must have seen

an abundance of it too

as this kind of

control device

does not

occur

among folks who

have never

seen it

done -

or those with no race to

run -

no ribbon to

win -

no axe to grind

and no substance

to shield -

and I see through his

celebrity

more humanly -

the human-ness in his

humanity -

doing what he must

to survive - Goddess/God Love him 

and tryin to

get some

peace

and I know what it is

to not

sleep  . . . . . . . .   . . .    . . . . .  .

for days

and weeks

even when stone cold sober for

years

and I intuitively knew

early on

that

it would

be a bad idea to

take high-powered

chemical sleeping aids

and usually had no wampum

for drugs - good or bad

anyway

so I legitimately illegitimately suffered ( read: The Road Less Traveled )

and just stayed awake

with chronic crazy-making

sleep

deprivation

going on

but I

didn't have to

get up in the morning and be

Michael Jackson -

I only had to be the Mother of three toddlers and

an adolescent

while suffering

INSOMNIA

for four straight months

once

but

like Michael

being me is a _____ job

that someone has got to

do

and I did have to

show up

too

also

and take care of babies and business

anyway ( despite anything and ALL ) -

showing up

when I could

where the object of my

addicted affection could be found -

drinking late into the night

without YOUR consent

and despite YOUR protestations

and even showed up in Recovery

without YOUR suggestion

support or

validation

so I might

know

that

if his  " shutting down not talkin to ya "  deal

was real

then it helped him die

too young

because shutting off the flow of LOVE -

the give and receive -

and being as a God in the lives of others

will take you

down

and

out

without

PHARMACUETICAL or any other kind of

DRUGS

which merely symbolize

there's somethin wrong wit cha

INSIDE !

How ya doin

so far ???

Still standing ?

Or folded in a chair

which ya must be

cuz ur reading

me OMG

and I know

there are worse things than

death

in this life

and Michael is finally

free -

though we all keep

saying R.I.P.

I have a feeling

no one is going to

let him

for a long long time

or anytime soon

and he's somewhere

" perched in a crescent Moon "

I'm sure

like Brooke Shields said

of the Michael she knew

as a 13 year-old girl

child-star too

and I will bet

he is Moonwalking in sepia

with his shirt-sleeves rolled

up -

Woo hoo hoo ooo

from the other side

and he's looking at you and he's looking at me

from a place where his face

doesn't matter -

where all the world's

money

won't

spend -

where

" He who has the  most toys

dies

and leaves them all

behind -

what really matters in the end

is if he has been

kind " . . .    (from:  Stuff - D.V. 1992 )

Michael Jackson 

" was kind . . . "

according to his friend Niko Brando

" . . . a really great

person "   

whom he readily defends -

such are friends -

and he   " WROTE DOWN "

everything

he was interested in

or did not fully understand -

when he was a young

young man -

to research it " - according to Patty LaBelle

and she watched the knowledge thirsty boy

become

the Peter Pan Man

wearing Fred Astaire's

fedora

and after studying the GREATS

in literature

music

art

he took a piece

however small

of them all

and he became

one

who would be KING

in the world of

entertainment -

the Greatest Performer

the world has ever known -

but 

then

the Man takes

a

drink  -

and then the drink

takes . . .

Domestic Violet

Semper Vi ~

Survivor . . . from the VORTEX

 

 

 

 

 

No matter what . . .

my creator

loves me -

that which Universal Boss

assembled

has not yet been

put entirely asunder

 and there is nothing

evil in it

and how miraculous is that ?

I don't know what you've got goin' on but

Goddess loves me

no matter what

and so does God

and you too

but only if

you think so !

And if ya just don't know

for sure

that there is a bigger POWER

than you

just remember

you did not create

you -

or did you ???

Yeah I'll bet you think so too

somewhere in your pea brain

but

all your parents did was

bump uglies like the cats and the dogs

and the GOD/GODDESS said it was time

for you to show up -

or did you not know this perhaps

on a sunlit morn or a moonlit night or

when your first child was born !!!???

And if you did not get this

then -

then you did it wrong !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How glazed over must you be

to think this

LIFE

MAGNIFIQUE

came from nothing going nowhere

when there's only perfection in the Universe

and Nature

if WE leave the Universe alone

and just let Nature be

but we DO NOT and this is MAN'S/WOMAN'S

failing

flawed spot -

unlike the perfect panther for example -

elusive solitary  " ghost of the forest " -

and the big cat roars rather than purrs -

only hanging out to

mate every two years and male and female

only do this for about a week

somewhere between October and May

and they seldom stay

together

after 

each getting back to their respective 200 sq. and

75 sq. miles of home range

running free -

like the baby will eventually -

and they are all going extinct

slowly

from habitat loss

while MILLIONS of human animals live in 309 sq. miles in

New York City

and all over the world

WAR wages

and only handfuls are left of some species

and the Goddess weeps and God

sobs

and loves

despite the mess we make -

like we love our

four year-old -

no matter what

NO matter what

no matter what . . .

LOVE

no matter what

and who can fathom

that ?

If you can't yet -

keep coming

back  . . .

Domestic Violet

Semper Vi ~

Survivor . . . from the VORTEX

 

 

 

 

Always make room in . . .

your day-timer -

for that which you are not

expecting -

cuz no matter how much

care

attention to detail

and micro-managing you manage -

life

has a way of sneaking in  . . .

what I know  ( from my experience )

and what I do not  ( from the same experience )

is irrelevant in the event of

being caught up in the blender -

the free-fall  of an untimely phone call for example -

answered impulsively without seeming benefit of

intuition -

and the next thing you know

you have to X off items in your daily plan that were INKED in -

poor you if rolling is not what you do

and instead insist upon sticking to your list -

come hell or high water !

I know what does not bend will break -

and what happens when you step upon

the wrong end of

a rake -

and I know I have forgotten more

than I can recall  -

but I do not

know

what each day will bring -

and therefore learned to

pencil in

my intention -

leaving room in my agenda

for the hand of

God 

to roam

and I know if I am

malleable

in due time I'll be shown

the reason and the rhyme

for why I get up any morning -

some days forgetting my primary purpose

before my feet hit the floor -

and then being reminded of what I know by the time I

open the door - and in comes the day

with a mind of its own -

followed by God showing up

on the phone . . .

Domestic Violet

Semper Vi ~

Survivor . . . from the VORTEX

Stream of consciousness . . .

. . . and I know why

you smoke pot

remembering why I

did not

until I did

and God forbid

I might again

sometime

and rhyme each line

as I write

by night-light ~

Life is brief and

time is a thief

too crafty to be

ignored but

no need to be

up-tight from ~

Learn to tell the time

by looking at the

Sun

like Native Americans

with no watch on ~

Do two things

simultaneously

that you Love -

as for me

I'll Water-ski

while twirling my

Baton

and maybe at December's

end

I'll add some brightly colored

tassels

to contrast with the

Winter snow

and twirl  it

while Ice-skating

with no

audience -

how so droll

to need applause for

finding

where it's

Happy ~

When you "get it" you can

"give it"

whatever it may be -

" It is extremely difficult to lead

further

than you have gone

yourself " -

a most recent favorite

quotation

for me

and I've been everywhere man

just about -

although I've never been

a Step-child -

something I know

nothing

about -

Oh wait !!!

except for

3 weeks briefly

a long long time

ago

but I've surely

not been the

Step-parent

for certain and

I almost forgot

the couple more things

I know nothing about -

I've never been to Disney Land

either

or on a

Road trip by myself

ever

in my adult life

and I've never picked on someone

not my own size -

not since I vowed to

never hit my sister

26 years ago -

nor could I

molest a child

although  victim

I have been ~

I do not

become

that which I

disagree with

like most folks seem to do

because I've seen

decades come and go

and I know now -

after lengthy personal

inventory ( not for sissies ) -

who I am

and have always been ~

One not born with

Mal - intent

but who became

a Mal - content

due to a bit too much

rough handling -

learning hard

to step away from the

nasty kind

who intend to inflict

pain and harm ~

I'm on to their game and

don't play the same ~

The need to hurt a living thing

has not been

present

in me

at any time

as I responded to my

environment

doing the best I knew how

with what I had to work with

at the time -

and evermore

I am sure

I could have lived a

VIOLENT -  LESS

life

if all things had been

different

but they were not

and the lessons I

"got"

are worth more than all the

diamonds and gold

or any kind of

stuff

you got

and what can you

say

that will  make a

second of it

change ?

It's only

life and the trip's

been a long and

strange ~

Learn that other

people

are just part of the

whole

and make some

real compassion

your next most

personal goal

and then

maybe

become someone

who gives a damn -

like The FLOWER Girls

and Domestic Violet =

no don't become

that which you

hate -

save that for

those who think their

worth

comes from their

real estate

and pick-a-car

is as far going as the

mentality

therein

too ~

From chemical jars

extracted

Carbon, Oxygen and

Co2 etc -

the required formula

takes exactly

$ 18.76

American dollars

to create a

human being -

not even a

Twenty dollar bill

in dollars and cents

which levels the playing field

for me -

or

are WE

miraculous

individually

incredibly

unique and

priceless ?

Smile - 'tis your

choice

and I honor your

choices

as I'd want you to

honor mine ~

I know I know ! -

the rule has a

golden cast to it -

too foo-foo for some of you

but I know as you hoe

your own

row

how well your way is

working -

having been

everywhere

as I said

although I've

never put a

needle

in my arm

and

nor have I awakened any

morning

of my life

looking to do damage

or harm  -

not when it was

enough

to manage

the sick ones in my midst

who were looking

for someone to

mess with

and there I

was -

where all the World's

a stage

and we're all needed to

play our roles

pro- or antagonistically

supportively foreshadowed

with silent partners

on the side

who co-sign

and we accept

our roles as

rote

until we don't -

when we are no longer

a willing

scape-goat

and then we re-arrange

the lights

the scenery and the

stage

and toss away the worn out

script

we got too late or

never had in the first place

and really live

like there is no tomorrow

because there

isn't ~

This moment is all

any one

has got

Yes - I know I know

you've heard it somewhere

before

but

I guarantee

when you've been where I've been

and you're no longer there

and you get to be my age

you'll know it

for sure !

OR NOT

but

Smile - 'tis your choice

and choice is all

you've got ~

So if you think

change

of perspective

impossible

maybe it's because

you're in a

rut

with 40 years of

grudges

and internal dents

and yuck

mucking you up -

that you mistakenly see

as the

" way to be "

harshly judging

what you can't even

understand and have

never

experienced

first hand

and out of your

mouth

comes

circling back to

you

your own

negativity ~

When you finally

" get "

anything about

energy

you'll be very

mindful

regarding what you

" send out "

to them or

he or she or

me ~

Just a tidbit I

picked up

along the way

while passing through the

streaming

steaming

messy business

maturing

can be -

give me a polygraph

please

and I've never had a

Hot flash

either . . .

Domestic Violet

Semper Vi ~

Survivor . . . from the VORTEX

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Gambler . . .

. . . rolled the dice

Snake Eyes high

the first time

and took home

every paycheck in the pot

more than once

from neighborhood Friday Night

poker -

never lost lost more than

a five dollar ante

in my life -

not afraid to lose

at all -

well acquainted with it

in other areas of life -

I've been a wife

more than once and

am widowed

currently

and too many family and friends

have

gone before me

and I never left

a day of

slot machining

with less $

than I came with

and I took a chance

that the plane would

land

when I sent my Daughter

to her Daddy

in the Summertime

to know her family

and I looked at the

odds

when I let my Sons

be guided by

their Father's hand

to learn something of being

a MAN

betting high on a hand

devoid of Aces

and rolled the dice . . .

. . . a Gambler knows what

Faith is -

a requirement for risk-taking

estimating

fearlessly

where the cards might be

and the nature of

purely positively intended

energy

caution thrown to

Intuition -

Hope Faith and Love

and a patient poker-face

produced

4 Aces

and what

wonderful children

I've got -

I won the

jack pot . . . !

Domestic Violet

Semper Vi ~

Survivor . . . from the VORTEX

 

 

 

 

Schooled in Beauty . . .

 

 . . . and it was everywhere

a dominant theme

in my young Violet life

Beautiful parents had Beautiful babies

surrounded by gracefully aging

Beautiful grandparents

and all in my midst and

the whole world around me

seemed real concerned somehow

with pretty-ness and

design

proportions and matching color schemes for

canvases and sculpture

furniture and accessories and wallpaper and paint

and which jewelry worn with what fashions

and Oh - the shoes that passed before me

when I was tiny and closer to the floor

called " pumps " and " wing tips "

and certainly Vogue - a must

for sharp dressers

and even bras came padded to increase the

enhancement of the illusion

of a bust

if you needed help

in that department

in pursuit of the

Beauty fantasy !!!

I compelled to tame my own

tornado filled unruly mane

and holed-up in the only bathroom

in the house

in those days

with implements of hair construction

for hours on end

beginning when I was

finally tall enough to see into

the mirror ~

and this continued on through years of

ignoring the insistent knocks upon the bathroom door

until the needy ones shouted -

" Why on earth are you in there for so long ?????

and " Come OUT ! I have to GO please ! "

Didn't they know how long it took to

wind each strand around the new improved rollers

with a brush inside and a plastic

pick to stick through it and adjustments

where it poked the too-hard head

and then to get it dry under the plastic hood

of my Mother's new improved hair dryer ?

Didn't they know my sleep sacrificed

before the dryer was invented

brush rollers torturing my head in bed ?

And then to unwind each one took care

or hair could become a snarled tangle

stuck in a brush roller

sometimes needing scissors to rescue the

wild mess !!!

If the ' SET ' was a success

the whole now-curly unruly thing needed

back-combing perhaps with a rat-tail comb

and styling with hairspray - what an invention !

And the whole thing " ratted " and  " teased "

until every hair  Stood  OUT

could be wound up high into

a rat's nest bee-hive bouffant Beautiful " DO "

And didn't they know how every strand must go

precisely where I want it

held precariously in place with

hair pins and sprayed with

Aqua - net ?

And all this took the better part of a day or two

when I was eight and if I didn't like my creation

I'd tear it all down

wash my hair and start all over again

and a few years later the ritual

included full application of every

COSMETIC

known to man

to even begin to have a fighting chance in the

Beautiful world

of a Sixties young girl

and all of this just to go and

mail a letter !!!!!

 t should surprise no one that

this girly girl pre-occupation continued right into

Beauty School at age 22

I'm proud to say

I'm a drop-out in the

Beauty World

never could see it as a way to

make a living

when the Hair salon world

does not allow for much creativity

time is money ya know

and like " a machine "

scheduled every 15 minutes

was not my idea of how to do it

Somehow  it became     so    superficial

so I became

    a Garbageman briefly

for comic relief

right out of 2000 hours of

Beauty School

wearing a 24 year old head-full of

Pivot-point Redkin and Vidal Sassoon

under my

winter in the Mid-west stocking hat

on the streets in flourescent orange boots

trying to leave behind the sound of

the many requests for

Farrah Fawcett hair from those who did not have

Farrah Fawcett's hair

and mothers and daughters in line for

Dorothy Hamill " wedge " cuts

at Senior Student  " take your chances "

two for the price of one today

discounted Beauty School rates

while hanging off the back of a '78 garbage truck

and I have mentioned in

Environmental and Sad, but true posts

some things learned from that life-changing experience ~

Somehow I wasn't able to help enough with scissors and

comb in hand

and eventually there was less and less satisfaction

in " Making YOU Over "

even in my kitchen

but I continued personally transforming

right up to NOW - this moment

and the exterior grooming of people

isn't what I was put here for !

I believe WE ALL are responsible

to leave this life better than we found it

and sometimes need a Life Make-over

to clean up as we go

so it can be said when we're dead -

" The world was a better place for you having been here "

I do the Cosmetology thing at my leisure

since picking up tons of

people trash

evermore ~

Looking back

my eyes never needed to be lined

like Cleopatra with liquid black

and made to look

unlike my own

like my Grampa said when he made me wash

the makeup off

my 12 year-old face

Thank you Grampa

for giving a care and

for trying to make me see !

Shortly after I washed my face

I became the WILD Violet child at risk

unwilling to take

suggestions much less directions

and have worn every kind of cut

color and style

and every shade from every palette

on cheeks lips and lashes in my time

I conclude that most of the time one's own natural hair

will do what is most complimentary

around one's own face

when mostly left alone

like Nature will too

with a tiny trim here and there

and today I find many better ways

to come to YOUR assistance

as Beauty is an inside job !

nd I don't wear

much

illusion creating stuff

anymore

kind of like the hippies in the Sixties

" faces all washed clean " ~ Violet 1990

from " Cotton Prison " post

and about the shoes -

 

but

I still like

lipstick

with my tie-dyes

Kiss Kiss !

Domestic Violet

Semper Vi ~

see post: Italy Wins ( in the Love_  section)

Survivor . . . from the VORTEX

 

Calling the call ~

Snow clouds piled up

threatening for days

over Estes

hugging Rocky Mountain peaks

at 10,000 feet

I looked up from

reading

as critters came up over

a ridge

a quarter mile

in front of me

More Elk than I've ever seen

at any one time

gathering up

must have been near on

a hundred & twenty-five

at knoll top

A hawk baby and its

mother

I've been watching all day

through binoculars

take cover

Winter wild-flower whips

Mariah's hand

you know

" they call the Wind . . . "

and the many-pointed

males

in the Elk community

began bugling

and strutting their

many-pointed stuff

while the females

nursed and

nosed the little ones

so they would settle down

And then one nine-point Buck

ran in circles

round and round

for no good reason

I could see

and then a fight broke out

between two five-point studs

as the rest looked on

and soon they were locked

with their horns in a tangle

some points breaking off

as they struggled to free

demonstrating

their mating call prowess

and the clouds piled up

and up ~

Their Great Leader

walked a circle

round the camp

demanding order from the

restless

and moving on

to the next ruckus

keeping them from

straying too far

All day long

this went on

with clicking and hopping

and moaning real loud

and calling the call of

the new mating sound

as some gathered in groups

within their large circle

where they gossiped and mingled

and some mothers nursed babies

while the youngest Elk played

kicking and hopping

and running like children

around

and before it was over

there were five pairs of studs

locking horns

in each corner

of the half acre

they occupied since

late morning

Nervous looking females

were nudged back in place

not allowed to escape

all manner of flirt

court and spark

pursuit

taking place

as the most-pointed

Great Grandpa circled

the herd

Right before dusk he

bugled amazing

cacophany

and the clan turned his way

and gathered up

their most important

members of each group

and when each had been

accounted for

the Great elder led them up higher

to some sacred ground

Snow began dropping

finally

fat and wet

infrequency

became steady as

the herd took over an hour

after one mighty call

to leave my sight

walking slowly up the

mountain

Snow falling sweetly

now

angled lightly

to the north

the herd moved steadily

in that direction

disappearing into

the high country

woodlands

I want to go

too

Grandfather dropped back

at the last

flanking right

surveying over his shoulder

for danger or

rebellious stragglers

left behind and through

powerful lens

his eyes met mine

he must have felt

my gaze

and I still heard them

calling

long into the night

mating call craze

echoed down the canyon

The call I heard

the first time

when the Grandfather was

a baby

peaks disappearing

in the whitening

haze . . .

Domestic Violet

Semper Vi ~

Survivor . . . from the VORTEX

The Chisel

The pain of it all

was the chisel

in the hand of the Sculptor of life

a formless mound of wet, wet clay

was I at the moment of birth

I came from Earth

and the Earth as first mother

sustains me

the kiln

contains me

As the Sculptor created so slowly

all were sure that his work

had no worth

and were sure to stop by

and fling mud in his eye

inspiring the Artist to

chisel in mirth

while I came into form

looking ragged and torn

and occasionally rough around edges

the Sculptor continued

this labor of Love

never once putting down the great tool

and I was sometimes rendered

unrecognizable

and

will continue to

until all the last touches are through

Become to become the becoming

beneath the Artists hand

I've lived through all the pain

all the sudden re-arrangement

of my physique and psyche

so the Artist sculpted me sweetly

as a perk

for all negativity has a positive outcome

if I look

The Sculptor decided to shape

eternal optimism

in my sight

but somehow it's left out

the way and the how

of holding my damn mouth

just right

for you

so the hand carved in

compassion

too

And my nose is portrayed somewhat harder

than it turned out to be in real life

while my heart

took such room that I am

soon to swoon

from the love I have felt in my life

Much care and a long time was taken

when the chisel

attempted my mind

So great the result

it defies being broken

despite getting mud in my eye

As the Sculptor continues to polish

the art of a lifetime of work

the exposure to pain

brings incredible gain

for the spiritual aim

released at the last

breathed in at the first

in the palm of Creation's

fine hand . . .

Domestic Violet

Semper Vi ~

Survivor . . . from the Vortex

Beyond violence

All colors work in Nature, the Sculptor said to me

  together, in harmony they blend - no fight

No need to pick a palette just right

     colors bend - they are light . . .

. . . and a Tune Without End

   sang the Musical Artist

as she plucked her guitar strings

( and the same sound emotes from the Sun )

       interjected the Geologist

              as we sang

filled with Cosmic Comic Tragedy

     so that's what we named it

             recording our

               humanity

  'Walking, talking, in the night'

and  'I don't need your eyes to see'

   'fear keeps me from saying

    what is good for me' . . .

In days gone by - the Father said,

     This Woman is a saint

( And she was his mother-in-law  ! )

     What he saw was no flaw

And she glows with a light when

her face smiles up, but there's devil in her eyes

said he

And his too - of a different kind

She said he would be alright

if they all would just leave him alone

She was right, so was he

It takes one to know one

down a family tree . . .

. . . in growing up and leafing green

the tree need only search

  the Earth where it was once a seed

      the soil that gave it birth

coined the Writer, watching trees grow tall

      So unconcerned a tree must be

to never bother trying

a different way of getting green

      like paint or theft or lying  . . . 

. . . . about the truth - it is subjective

and up to the individual perception of

reality

we all have our own you know

inspired a Philosophy/Psychology Professor

fifteen years ago - And several billion

other perspectives is a daunting proposition

     Beware of superstition and a ' colored '

interpretation of unsubstantial evidence for sure

One premise and another that are

             not of equal value

gives illogical conclusion

and accounts for mental illness in the world

A + B does not equal E, but it's the story

      most of us are sticking to

     So find "a" truth and

             be true to it

but not until you find the Power

       to change your mind

If you refuse to think in a

different way about the same thing

you'll be stuck in ever-lasting ignorance

being different does not ever make it

wrong . . . . . or right

. . . And you will never make your point

until you understand the other side

completely - from a Public Speaking teacher who

juries competitions throughout the States

      All arguments are tested for validity and truth

You need proof - and Ethos, Pathos, and Logos

pave the way for The Balance Theories

   which explain how new ideas bring about

                        CHANGE

The strain of Cognitive Dissonance

( inharmonious, hostile, contradictory, warring )

says that disruption in the homeostasis ( sameness )

of a closed system results in some action

to be taken to restore homeostasis

( same sameness )

Premise: A person cannot hold two opposing views on

an issue simultaneously and experience consonance

( congruity, consistency, harmony, accord )

Premise: A person has a need to experience consonance

Conclusion: Therefore, dissonance provides the energy

or ( strain ) toward change . . .

. . . and re-arrange the arranging arrangement

break out of your former

boundaries

insisted the Italian designer

all things can be made finer

     using odd numbers please

allowing negative space to let

the mind's eye

     complete the canvas . . .

. . . or denim, a fabric with some "body"

suggested the Seamstress with expertise

and then some pockets

to stuff your stuff in - complete with loops

      and then you hang it on a wall

good use of space           it's economics

its algebraic

like life and . . .

. . . music is the flower of feelings passion play

wrote the Writer, mother, artist, singer

sister, daughter, friend

student, worker, neighbor, lover 

baton - twirling

bohemian

who knows

          To do

     and be

              everything

     we are created to do and be

  is why we are all here

sans the paint or glaze

no embellishment required for

     truth is just plain ugly enough

when you're all for beauty in a

  Pollyanna sorta kinda way - but

       memory serves both then and now

the elephant never forgets

and gives a gift to share

beyond the morbid subjects of

battery and use

come brand new life and liberty

revealing what is joyful

    beyond violence is truth

and color - vivid, bright and light

woven with hammered threads of

life

past it's

unsightly stare

up on the roof

or riverside

anywhere

I don't care

I'm no longer there . . .

Domestic Violet

Semper Vi  %^@#

Survivor . . . from the VORTEX