The Angel…a poem

the
wings
of
the
angel
were
covered
with
blood

 

 

the
knife
stuck
out
of
his
side

 

 

he
staggered
and
fell
forward
landing
on
his
knees

 

people
walked
past
him
frowning
and
making
sounds
of
disgust

 

help
me
he
asked
softly

 

what’s
in
it
for
us
the
people
sneered

 

how
much
can
you
pay

 

 

why
don’t
you
go
back
where
you
came
from

 

 

what
god
do
you
believe
in

 

what
race
are
you

 

what
can
you
do
for
us

 

the
angel
closed
his
eyes
and
said

 

 

I
cannot
help
you

 

 

no
one
can

 

 

it’s
far
too
late

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saying it simply

Lovely poem from Heartafire

House of Heart

a momentary lapse

has left me uneasy.

I should pay

penance yet  I feel

little regret.

The moon and stars are

amused by the drama,

wound around you like

Laing’s Knots.

A sage shadow never

follows too closely,

just near enough to

assess where it is going.

“Warm Savannah Sun” by Steve Hanks

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The Flow

This is beautifully written.

S.K.Nicholas

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As much as it still pains me that Sarah and I lost baby Bethany, the more I see of this world, the more thankful I am that she never had a chance to suffer on such a cruel rock. Life can be beautiful, there’s no denying it, and yet man’s inhumanity to man is inescapable. Everywhere you turn, you can’t help but see it. Pain. Murder. Rape. We exceed in cruelty, and the thought of sending my child out there to be a victim of such horrors is nauseating. That’s not to say I wouldn’t give everything to have her here with me now, but what kind of a future would she have had living in a world that worships power and money and snuffs out the weak without a second thought? Species after species of animals killed for profit and gain. Rainforests hacked down like it was unfashionable to enjoy…

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“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that…”

This is the truth, at least to me.

Art of Quotation

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“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”

— Albert Camus, French, Algerian, journalist, Nobel Prize Winner, philosopher, writer


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Art installation at the Milwaukee Art Museum…2 pictures

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The chicklets want to remind you that Mother’s Day is this coming Sunday…

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Everyone is so happy to celebrate this special day.  Presents are being made, the bakery is very busy, mostly because the chicklets eat whatever they make, so it’s kind of a never ending baking  marathon.  The Decoration Committee has been extremely creative, this year and all the moms are looking forward to their big day.

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Strange day…Miles and Lexi…part 10

“You danced with me,” said Miles, suddenly staring at her.

“So?”

“You never faltered, tripped or missed a step?  I should have realized it then.”

“I’m a good dancer.”

“No one is that good.  No human can dance with a faerie.  Humans are clumsy and…what are you?”

“Is this another pocket dimension?” she asked, putting KiKi on the floor.

“Yes.  What are you?”

“How many of them are there?”

“A lot.  What are you?”

“I’m a woman on an adventure with her cat.”

“Not good enough.”

“Why do they want you so badly?”

“I’ll tell you after you answer my question.  What are you?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Talk.”

“Fine,” she snapped.   “I’m a regular person.  When I met you I thought you were interesting and cool, in a rough and strange kind of way.  I didn’t know you were on the run.”

“I wasn’t.  Not until I met you,” he said softly.

“See, the thing is,” she said, sighing loudly, “I’m part, warrior, part Nature Spirit and part human.  KiKi is my partner.  None of that has anything to do with how I feel about you.   No one hired me to protect you.  I just saw you walking down the street and wanted to get to know you, that’s all.  So, I can kick ass, grow flowers and be human, all at the same time. KiKi can kick ass and be a cat.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” she said, staring at her feet.

“Any faerie blood running through your veins?”

Lexi shrugged.  “A little, maybe.  On my father’s side.”

“So you’re a Nature Spirit on your mother’s side and a Faerie on your father’s side?”

“And I’m part human,” she sighed.  “A few great-great-great-great grandfather’s ago, one of them had a thing with a human.  Two children were born.  KiKi is almost entire feline, if that makes you feel any better.”

“Almost?”

“She’s had some work done and it’s possible that a few of her relatives may have been from somewhere else, but she has a lot of earth cat in her, right baby?” she asked, looking at KiKi who was dozing next to her.  The cat unsheathed her needle sharp claws and rolled over.

“They’re after me because they love power and control over others.  They despise freedom, in any form.  They hate contentment, joy, happiness…all those things and they will kill anything, or anyone, they see as a threat to the status quo.”

“Do you want to say anything about what I just told you?”

“I’m still thinking about it,” he said frowning.

“What about the people on earth who should be dying?”

“Still alive, I guess.”

“That’s horrible,” said Lexi, rubbing her arms to stop shivering.

“I can’t do it anymore,” he sighed.

“The hospitals will be overflowing.”

“Humans are resourceful.  They’ll fix things.”

“How?”

“Not my problem,” he said.  “I CAN’T do it any longer.”

“Okay,” said Lexi, putting her arms around his neck, kissing him.  “I believe you. And don’t worry about the bad guys.  Piece of cake.  ”

 

 

 

 

 

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