I am more than one,
bound into a single being.

I am a mixture of emotion,
a dance of passion,
intrigued by the differences around me.

I am a mother, a wife, a lover, a friend.

I am not as impressed with hard bodies as I am with individuals.

I am who I am, not what people want me to be.

Silken Death

Speak not to me
of dark cloaks
and crescent scythes,
Nor tell tales
of riders dark
on ebony steeds,

for I know the truth.

Death comes,
shadowed eyes flashing,
sensual and lethal
dressed in silks,
bearing steel,
dancing.


2009Silk

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Knot In The Threads


Twisted strand, turned and worried,
by nervous fingers frayed,
thins, becomes naught but
a single thread.
Spun, twined, wrapped upon itself,
knotting, strengthening,
frustration used, channeled into more.
Doubled, tripled, braided,
Divided and united,
once seperated becoming one.

The world turns, Ages pass.
Chaos carded, cleaned, seperated
drawn into Threads, spun for the Weaving.
Each Pass upon the Loom, another life begun,
another Path begun, decisions made,
promises shared, hearts broken.
Pattern emerges, defines.

Colors blinding, blending, muting.
Life, in all its myriad sorrows and joys,
is woven, experienced.
Illness, Death, Misfortune,
dark shadows upon the Warp and Weave,
add depth and volume to what becomes,
for us, Fate’s legacy.

Me,
I am just
another knot
in the threads.

2003/DMA/Silk

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