Saturday, December 15, 2012

The Dry Sex of Brokeness






I flowered through it like a dark flower 

I flowered through it in solitude 
I flowered through this longing just like the silent starry sun I sing my prayers to
You, you with your stone carved eyes, taking care of all our dreams
Don't leave me for an hour just leave me as it seems
Let my broken smoke roam down into the dark of the rivers seams
Dreams leading into hallways
The broken river of unknowns
You re looking for that lift into someones lift of their own
You re looking onto the carts , carts teasing the purple afternoon
But the mossy grave is silent, choking into the silence of my broken lovers womb
And there you stand,
You  all over my lost heart of rose
Water at my waist
Heavens holy ghost, yes he is still unknown
How patiently we wait

So just like my pale cold eyelids..the wind does not require the grass 
I wish you dear to love a warm space where lovers are built to last
And just like my pale cold eyelids may yours never grow cold 
May they never be empty or flutter as that story has already been told
And because I know in the empty halls of distance you'll have gone too far, to ride 
there will be no distance where you are reaching far up and a way into your saviors eyes 

There will be no questions alive that will bound you, tie or fasten
Where is the wind in the trees? 
When did you go deep into the night? 
And
I will follow you down loves hallway 
And
 There will be no more questions to ask
 No more pause in your reach only but to feel the last echo of the past
 Will you come back or leave me here to die? 
Where is the wind in the trees? 
Leave me laying here dying in this strange lullaby of my dry sex of brokenness knees
My dry sex of brokenness with its azure waters
and 
transparent sighs 
that forever seem to bleed   

Words © Wendy Rose Watson 

Thursday, December 13, 2012

DAARK STAR`

you took me away from myself. you enveloped me into scents of daydreams, nights not given just on lend to your voice and god damned how beautiful it is. to wrap you in silk to see you transform your transformation. flying. flying. flying. wet. your, eyes, meet  mine. the holy god of gods know...and so do i and, just like you, my daydream screams..bitter to the (end).

 ~ WENDY ROSE WATSON ©



Tuesday, November 27, 2012

I AM NEAR


IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE?

no, no you will never show nor hear...the lonely towers and city by the lake that blows...the lake  of long mistakes tonight, oh how it knows...so if  you ever wanna leave you just gotta know...l love you.....yes... i love you...i know it shows....i know you glow...i'm giving you a chance that's not a chance tonight....to go....and when you're giving up...the long lake is enough....near don't drown me in your bitter fear.... because i...i hear the hissing lawns, the leans on them all....because i am the daughter of the dawn, the lawn these relatives i belong to...they rebuke me...they refuse me....because i am the one you are near, don't fear, because i am the one, the only one, i'm your daughter the melting son in you...you...my dear i am near.

WORDS © Wendy Rose Watson


Friday, November 23, 2012

LET FREEDOM REIGN™


Black Friday. 
Why in Gods name would anyone line up in front of a store light years before midnight to be one of the first inside to purchase things they do not need on credit? Things that will further challenge their financial future? Well, I don't know why either but there all of you were today, just waiting to hurl your hard earned credit card dollars straight to China. Yes, I live in a country without fear, a country that's unafraid to take on huge discounts....no wonder so many of us on 'the outside' are dialing in for a refill of anti-depressants. This is the epitomy of psychotic behavior but I didn't stick around long enough to see if anyone was bustin each others asses over the last 900 foot assholish flat screen TV like they did last year.


Hey, America...children aren't an excuse to be assholish either...No...your children do not need another toy ad No, your children do not care about the 900 foot flat screen either....go to a real bookstore (not amazon) and buy them books, read to them at bedtime, spend some time with them or hey...go to a music store, buy them an instrument it will enrich their lives...and maybe even yours later on.

Anyhow, this is what I did today...I donated to my favorite no kill animal shelter and I bagged up clothing for a local womens foundation, including yesteryears black coat  and scheduled a pick up. Come on Smokey Robinson, it's time to use your soft bank...there are so many ways to write the book of love...no it doesn't have to be long, idiotic, foolish, psychotic or boring.

Let freedom reign™






Sunday, November 18, 2012

3:51

Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof
Proverbs 18:21



I see you
you are so lovely
so soft and so new
and the world is so ancient
so hard, the sea so deep
and ever so blue so dived into 
two , soon my love
the clock, my father time
will tick tock with the past
memory will be the remains of the last.

WORDS © Wendy Rose Watson 




Thursday, November 15, 2012

You Have the Right To Remain Silent

Automatic Black 
Eyeliner 
and 
Sodium Nights 
Lights


In the distance she heard a man discussing with another man...a woman they both dreamt they had a relationship with--the woman caught up between the two men--not caught up at all. they were asleep dreaming;she was awake...they wanted her to sleep but she stood alone between two worlds of her own.

she was in the clear state
she
the artist 
she
the conformist 
both fighting to exist within 
automatic eyeliner pencil
sodium lights on the billboard
so much light 
a
sin
a place where personal memories 
blur and bleed into 
fantasy 
not hers but theirs
and  
she was in the clear state
so much light within

imagination 
shapes
experience


they thought they 
had injected truth serum
into her imaginary veins
with lies
like rabbits
there were strange ideas on the screen
 thinking

I'm not trying to pressure YOU
I'm not pressuring YOU
pressure YOU not
Two of three inside
the sender 
the receiver 
one
the sun 
the shadows 
how they cast their net of lies

lies like fireflies
they lived in 
back room deals 
and  
seedy alley-ways 
they called gold
and their mirror had not been broken 
it just broke their heart of soul
and this is what they knew of 
their hearts
only one 
that should die in the fire 
and of the one they could never have
to her their sleep was the liar
....
for she loved
and 
winters garden shattered
and here she I stand

....
nine 
and 
eleven lined
calico
lights
nights

LOVE IS AN ANGEL
and 
YOU 
have the right 
to 
remain 
.......

silent

Words©Wendy Rose Watson 




Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Queen of Hearts & Nomads of the Air

Perhaps she asked for too much and had forgotten not to ask.
They won't take less than the sky
for they had already laid down many times in a proper six feet under, just like she had
SO
She looked into the deep wonders of herbeating heart and discovered 
the undiscovered  again and again and again 

She gazed at blind naked secrets and then she devoted herself to their wing with a fear, no... wait...with a calm 

 An appeal in the mouth~ An appeal in the soul ~An appeal in the mouth ~
An appeal in the soul 

You'll be given love...you'll be taken care of...you'll just have to trust it 





RISE! RISE! RISE!



Trust your head around
 (its all around you) 



Second Time Around




FOUR MORE YEARS!!!! 


Here is Presidents' Obamas transcribed Victory speech: 


http://www.npr.org/2012/11/06/164540079/transcript-president-obamas-victory-speech






AUDIENCE MEMBERS: (Chanting.) Four more years! Four more years! Four more years! Four more years! Four more years! Four more years! Four more years! Four more years!
PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much. (Sustained cheers, applause.)
Tonight, more than 200 years after a former colony won the right to determine its own destiny, the task of perfecting our union moves forward. (Cheers, applause.)
It moves forward because of you. It moves forward because you reaffirmed the spirit that has triumphed over war and depression, the spirit that has lifted this country from the depths of despair to the great heights of hope, the belief that while each of us will pursue our own individual dreams, we are an American family, and we rise or fall together as one nation and as one people. (Cheers, applause.)
Tonight, in this election, you, the American people, reminded us that while our road has been hard, while our journey has been long, we have picked ourselves up, we have fought our way back, and we know in our hearts that for the United States of America, the best is yet to come.
(Cheers, applause.) I want to thank every American who participated in this election. (Cheers, applause.) Whether you voted for the very first time — (cheers) — or waited in line for a very long time — (cheers) — by the way, we have to fix that. (Cheers, applause.) Whether you pounded the pavement or picked up the phone — (cheers, applause) — whether you held an Obama sign or a Romney sign, you made your voice heard and you made a difference. (Cheers, applause.)
I just spoke with Governor Romney and I congratulated him and Paul Ryan on a hard-fought campaign. (Cheers, applause.) We may have battled fiercely, but it's only because we love this country deeply and we care so strongly about its future. From George to Lenore to their son Mitt, the Romney family has chosen to give back to America through public service. And that is a legacy that we honor and applaud tonight. (Cheers, applause.) In the weeks ahead, I also look forward to sitting down with Governor Romney to talk about where we can work together to move this country forward.
(Cheers, applause.)
I want to thank my friend and partner of the last four years, America's happy warrior, the best vice president anybody could ever hope for, Joe Biden. (Cheers, applause.)
And I wouldn't be the man I am today without the woman who agreed to marry me 20 years ago. (Cheers, applause.) Let me say this publicly. Michelle, I have never loved you more. (Cheers, applause.) I have never been prouder to watch the rest of America fall in love with you too as our nation's first lady. (Cheers, applause.)
Sasha and Malia — (cheers, applause) — before our very eyes, you're growing up to become two strong, smart, beautiful young women, just like your mom. (Cheers, applause.) And I am so proud of you guys. But I will say that for now, one dog's probably enough. (Laughter.)
To the best campaign team and volunteers in the history of politics — (cheers, applause) — the best — the best ever — (cheers, applause) — some of you were new this time around, and some of you have been at my side since the very beginning.
(Cheers, applause.) But all of you are family. No matter what you do or where you go from here, you will carry the memory of the history we made together. (Cheers, applause.) And you will have the lifelong appreciation of a grateful president. Thank you for believing all the way — (cheers, applause) — to every hill, to every valley. (Cheers, applause.) You lifted me up the whole day, and I will always be grateful for everything that you've done and all the incredible work that you've put in. (Cheers, applause.)
I know that political campaigns can sometimes seem small, even silly. And that provides plenty of fodder for the cynics who tell us that politics is nothing more than a contest of egos or the domain of special interests. But if you ever get the chance to talk to folks who turned out at our rallies and crowded along a rope line in a high school gym or — or saw folks working late at a campaign office in some tiny county far away from home, you'll discover something else.
You'll hear the determination in the voice of a young field organizer who's working his way through college and wants to make sure every child has that same opportunity. (Cheers, applause.) You'll hear the pride in the voice of a volunteer who's going door to door because her brother was finally hired when the local auto plant added another shift. (Cheers, applause.)
You'll hear the deep patriotism in the voice of a military spouse who's working the phones late at night to make sure that no one who fights for this country ever has to fight for a job or a roof over their head when they come home. (Cheers, applause.)
That's why we do this. That's what politics can be. That's why elections matter. It's not small, it's big. It's important. Democracy in a nation of 300 million can be noisy and messy and complicated. We have our own opinions. Each of us has deeply held beliefs. And when we go through tough times, when we make big decisions as a country, it necessarily stirs passions, stirs up controversy. That won't change after tonight. And it shouldn't. These arguments we have are a mark of our liberty, and we can never forget that as we speak, people in distant nations are risking their lives right now just for a chance to argue about the issues that matter — (cheers, applause) — the chance to cast their ballots like we did today.
But despite all our differences, most of us share certain hopes for America's future.
We want our kids to grow up in a country where they have access to the best schools and the best teachers — (cheers, applause) — a country that lives up to its legacy as the global leader in technology and discovery and innovation — (scattered cheers, applause) — with all of the good jobs and new businesses that follow.
We want our children to live in an America that isn't burdened by debt, that isn't weakened up by inequality, that isn't threatened by the destructive power of a warming planet. (Cheers, applause.)
We want to pass on a country that's safe and respected and admired around the world, a nation that is defended by the strongest military on earth and the best troops this — this world has ever known — (cheers, applause) — but also a country that moves with confidence beyond this time of war to shape a peace that is built on the promise of freedom and dignity for every human being.
We believe in a generous America, in a compassionate America, in a tolerant America open to the dreams of an immigrant's daughter who studies in our schools and pledges to our flag — (cheers, applause) — to the young boy on the south side of Chicago who sees a life beyond the nearest street corner — (cheers, applause) — to the furniture worker's child in North Carolina who wants to become a doctor or a scientist, an engineer or an entrepreneur, a diplomat or even a president.
That's the — (cheers, applause) — that's the future we hope for.
(Cheers, applause.) That's the vision we share. That's where we need to go — forward. (Cheers, applause.) That's where we need to go. (Cheers, applause.)
Now, we will disagree, sometimes fiercely, about how to get there. As it has for more than two centuries, progress will come in fits and starts. It's not always a straight line. It's not always a smooth path. By itself, the recognition that we have common hopes and dreams won't end all the gridlock, resolve all our problems or substitute for the painstaking work of building consensus and making the difficult compromises needed to move this country forward.
But that common bond is where we must begin. Our economy is recovering. A decade of war is ending. (Cheers, applause.) A long campaign is now over. (Cheers, applause.) And whether I earned your vote or not, I have listened to you. I have learned from you. And you've made me a better president. And with your stories and your struggles, I return to the White House more determined and more inspired than ever about the work there is to do and the future that lies ahead. (Cheers, applause.)
Tonight you voted for action, not politics as usual. (Cheers, applause.) You elected us to focus on your jobs, not ours.
And in the coming weeks and months, I am looking forward to reaching out and working with leaders of both parties to meet the challenges we can only solve together — reducing our deficit, reforming out tax code, fixing our immigration system, freeing ourselves from foreign oil. We've got more work to do. (Cheers, applause.)
But that doesn't mean your work is done. The role of citizens in our democracy does not end with your vote. America's never been about what can be done for us; it's about what can be done by us together, through the hard and frustrating but necessary work of self- government. (Cheers, applause.) That's the principle we were founded on.
This country has more wealth than any nation, but that's not what makes us rich. We have the most powerful military in history, but that's not what makes us strong. Our university, our culture are all the envy of the world, but that's not what keeps the world coming to our shores. What makes America exceptional are the bonds that hold together the most diverse nation on Earth, the belief that our destiny is shared — (cheers, applause) — that this country only works when we accept certain obligations to one another and to future generations, so that the freedom which so many Americans have fought for and died for come with responsibilities as well as rights, and among those are love and charity and duty and patriotism. That's what makes America great. (Cheers, applause.)
I am hopeful tonight because I have seen this spirit at work in America. I've seen it in the family business whose owners would rather cut their own pay than lay off their neighbors and in the workers who would rather cut back their hours than see a friend lose a job. I've seen it in the soldiers who re-enlist after losing a limb and in those SEALs who charged up the stairs into darkness and danger because they knew there was a buddy behind them watching their back. (Cheers, applause.) I've seen it on the shores of New Jersey and New York, where leaders from every party and level of government have swept aside their differences to help a community rebuild from the wreckage of a terrible storm. (Cheers, applause.)
And I saw it just the other day in Mentor, Ohio, where a father told the story of his 8-year-old daughter whose long battle with leukemia nearly cost their family everything had it not been for health care reform passing just a few months before the insurance company was about to stop paying for her care. (Cheers, applause.) I had an opportunity to not just talk to the father but meet this incredible daughter of his. And when he spoke to the crowd, listening to that father's story, every parent in that room had tears in their eyes because we knew that little girl could be our own.
And I know that every American wants her future to be just as bright. That's who we are. That's the country I'm so proud to lead as your president. (Cheers, applause.)
And tonight, despite all the hardship we've been through, despite all the frustrations of Washington, I've never been more hopeful about our future. (Cheers, applause.) I have never been more hopeful about America. And I ask you to sustain that hope.
AUDIENCE MEMBER: We got your back, Mr. President!
PRESIDENT OBAMA: I'm not talking about blind optimism, the kind of hope that just ignores the enormity of the tasks ahead or the road blocks that stand in our path. I'm not talking about the wishful idealism that allows us to just sit on the sidelines or shirk from a fight. I have always believed that hope is that stubborn thing inside us that insists, despite all the evidence to the contrary, that something better awaits us so long as we have the courage to keep reaching, to keep working, to keep fighting. (Cheers, applause.)
America, I believe we can build on the progress we've made and continue to fight for new jobs and new opportunities and new security for the middle class. I believe we can keep the promise of our founding, the idea that if you're willing to work hard, it doesn't matter who you are or where you come from or what you look like or where you love (ph). It doesn't matter whether you're black or white or Hispanic or Asian or Native American or young or old or rich or poor, abled, disabled, gay or straight. (Cheers, applause.) You can make it here in America if you're willing to try.
(Cheers, applause.)
I believe we can seize this future together because we are not as divided as our politics suggests. We're not as cynical as the pundits believe. We are greater than the sum of our individual ambitions and we remain more than a collection of red states and blue states. We are, and forever will be, the United States of America. (Cheers, applause.)
And together, with your help and God's grace, we will continue our journey forward and remind the world just why it is that we live in the greatest nation on earth. (Cheers, applause.) Thank you, America. (Cheers, applause.) God bless you. God bless these United States. (Cheers, applause.)

Thursday, October 25, 2012

I'm Still Writing And I Will Continue To Fall Into Your Arms With Me




Did you read what I wrote or did you just sit back and tear it up in your mind over again? Oh lover, you're not here I know you gotta roam...so you wrap it up like a little love token then set it aside with this heart of Grate Stones. Eat Me. Drink Me. Wonderland strange friends of mine. Then, of course after you do  you fall  into the light burning with a heart of night and I fall into you with the promise of our tender flight. This masterpiece often takes and often also gives I fall and I fall into you, the narrative that lives. Your words how they gather upon our hearts and heads as our hearts go outside to digest the books you've read.  I look in the morning paper and this is what makes me cry, these moments we have I realize  how they just aren't a lie.  Above and beyond my fatal fallen heart these dusty broken chapped lips of yours will never keep us apart so here we come, here we come together again the racing shores, the white horse who always and never pretends. So I sit and I stare at your body,one last glimpse, how beautiful you are with the warmth of sunlight on your lips, a flickering jupiter star. and now it seems the God of love is in a state of desire....but you my darling your love that rushes through these veins is surely down to the wire. So It's you my love, you over there.  its time to  conserve your mating energy, beware.

The past is not dead its the present burning  through from the past you didn't remember that you once knew.  The very fabric of the paper I read today made me wanna cry because nobody cares if people actually live or they die. So I bite my lip and I don't do what I'm told and I feel the united beat. The value of my pardon and within a shadow of my reach I am sure that I will land lightly on the bottom of my feet. The heaviness has lifted and although the things I read, tear me up inside I still have my shadow to keep from such dread. I am sure you will fall off soon and  if I push you away then I, once again, will fall into your arms with me into the shadows of the day. 






WORDS © Wendy Rose Watson 

Monday, October 22, 2012

Amethyst Skies, Cotton Candy, Clovers & YOU....

\

Oh


how I

how I  feel it...too

ARTIST for both fantastical paintings is adela leibowitz 
I've been in love with her creations for a while, especially these two and happy to share them here
NOW  


Feel Your Way Through


Sure I was a twelve -year-old child, removed from the custody of my mother who was mentally ill and just doing things she thought was 'living' I knew she wasn't doing it to me, this 'living' although at that time, I thought she was actually born without the capacity for love, but what did I know, I was a 12 year old child then. Now, I can see for miles and miles and miles beyond now. Or maybe not as we still have a lot of dysfunction going on...I'm living now and she thinks I'm doing it to her. Funny how the tables turn. Anyhow, I heard a lot of stories from many people....lots of strange childhood stories that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy....but no one I knew could help me bring peace to my story or make sense of it so I checked into years of therapy, dove into every spiritual practice known to us humans and also tried every tonic under the sun and moon to heal up. I remember most of my life doing this and when not in the movement I'd lie in bed “howling like a wolf” . Nothing seemed to work. Anyhow, I'm writing again as I'm way down in the deep South on my childhood stomping grounds, seems I somehow  got myself out of Los Angeles before I slit my wrist and immersed myself in a hot, fragrant pool of lilac bathwater. I guess you could say that my instinct that is always on my side knew when enough was enough and so what if I had grown accustomed to the black dogs of melancholy that have chased me most of my life, I will always love the romantic haunted idea of them but since I'm a strong creature, not to be messed with in many ways I said enough is enough and just lie that I left the dark to bask in the light.

Looking in the mirror I know that no matter what the pain of  being separated from my pack for so long almost killed me, but it hasn't gotten the best of me yet. OK. The only thing that comes to mind when I hear the word 'pack' is a pack of Marlboro's as a girls gotta have some sorta true love, some sorta vice, right?

Meanwhile, I will be writing more and smoking more as I know Jesus isn't coming to pick me up. The divine lives in me, gotta be something to what my Irish grandmother once said "you gotta pull yourself up by the boothstraps!" so I'm once again  finding my voice through my fingertips, trying to soften the tone (my grandmother Sibyl, afterall was a music teacher!) voice tough in purpose with emotions in check and if I do become a bit emotional (as I've been known to be unpredictable and scary to lots of men and women alike!) it's only because I feel and often I feel too much. However, you better bet these blue eyes are gonna challenge any viewer with raw vulnerability...a snarl to a whimper then back again in a syllable maybe...don't know...meanwhile how about I be me (and you be you)?

It's a risk to love if it doesn't work out...but then what if it does?

WORDS © Wendy Rose Watson 

Thursday, October 18, 2012

GRATE STONES

Settle
Down 
In 
Dark
Waters
To
Keep
The
Eternal
Flame 
Burning
She 
Said
He
Said



In loving memory of my beautiful  
Grandparents 
whose 
secrets 
and
 undying
 love
continue to 
inspire 
my walk  
through 
the valley 
of 
shadow
and
 light 
+



© Photo & Words ~ Wendy Rose Watson  

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

I Will Not Apologize For Who I Am




I will not apologize for who I am. I will love you. I will snow my own thirst and love me for what I need, what I want and then I will explore the GOD in you and in me through you and then the very fabric of my skirt might just brush against your face. Tonight. Tonight.


Words © Wendy Rose Watson



Happy Birthday, Nico



Nico (born Christa Päffgen; 16 October 1938 – 18 July 1988)

I feel so alone. I'm not. 
You have gone somewhere else. 
I look to you to see the truth. 
I look inside and I see the truth. 

You and I are just not there, here everywhere but you're just not here anymore. You're leaving. You're fading --we, you moved from dark into light. This is...I am and you remain an expression of the impossible dream, the possible dream of being but remember the dream is forbidden so prepare yourself for the long haul as I heard the wind howling out to the left...and as I travel the left hand path it said to me (in lieu of you) : I am the wind and you were hatched, you were born and it was then that I was born again.

Nico. 


words © wendy rose watson