Resa and the Rock Star – night music

House of Heart

 

 

 

Remember back when you were a rock star

and I was a hippie angel?

How enchanted  we were with  our

heart  and souls bared.

Do you remember now that you are so far

away that night  you came to me

and I came to you and the rest of the world

slipped away?

We held one another,  made love and cried

and vowed to never to speak of how every time

the lights went out you hurried to my side

so tender, coming and then  going.

Young and in love, we named that month Eden.

Do you remember our anguished goodbye

Neither do I.

 

Resa and the Rock Star

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Dedicated to Resa @ https://artgowns.com

 

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I still feel you

I feel you

at the razor edge of madness, 

In the fierce break of waves along

 the sea line, 

in dark  eyes that catch mine 

in musty corridors of dreams. 

I  feel you in the wild of wolves, 

In vigils of  nightingales at my

midnight window. 

I  feel you in the ache of   my  bones. 

 

art by Karol Bak

Resa and Carmine

Rene Rosso (aka Holly) penned a beauty in October, 2018.

Based on an old polaroid of Carmine & me, she came up with a poem that sticks in my heart and mind. If you click on the pic, you will go to her original post!

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Remember back when you were a rock star

and I was a hippie angel?

How comfortable we were with our

heart and souls bared.

Do you remember now that you are so far

away that night in Eden when you came to me

and I came to you and the rest of the world

slipped away?

We held on to one another, made love and cried

decided never to speak of how every time

the lights went out you rushed to me,

so tender, coming and going.

Young and in love, we named that month Sextember,

yes, it still matters to me.

Do you remember our anguished goodbye?

Neither do I.

Have EYE ever thanked Holly enough?

Poem – Resa and the Rock Star © Holly House of Heart

Original art can be found at https://graffitiluxandmurals.com/2019/07/19/resa-and-the-rock-star-redux/

The Art of Rejection

April 19, 1912

Dear Madam,

I am only one, only one, only one. Only one being, one at the same time. Not two, not three, only one. Only one life to live, only sixty minutes in one hour. Only one pair of eyes. Only one brain. Only one being. Being only one, having only one pair of eyes, having only one time, having only one life, I cannot read your M.S. three or four times. Not even one time. Only one look is enough. Hardly one copy would sell here. Hardly one. Hardly one.

Many thanks. I am returning your Manuscript by registered post. Only one M.S. by one post.

Sincerely yours,
A. Fifield

Miss Gertrude Stein,
27 Rue de Fleurue,
Paris, France.

The war cry of Enough!

The haters are out there. Twisted  soldiers of darkness, leaders of dread. . .  naïve as it seems, I never imagined there would be  deniers of dreams yelping like the rabid audience of a Springer show.

Once again the president has chosen to divide and conquer.  Rather than address the vital issues of our country and the world,  he attacks peaceful  protesters of the sports world (yes, I said sports world) via Twitter like the 71 year old petulant child that he is, a vulgar boor, calling names,  shouting “fire the Son of a Bitches” before the world. yet he rushed to defend the KKK,  neo-nazi’s,  white supremacist violent protest in Virginia while denouncing the push back  as “on the same level” as these dark elements  that until he set the bar for violence and bullying  had for the most part remained under their rocks. Meanwhile he goads a madman…placing himself at the same level.

 

 

Post script:

The president has hijacked a sacred symbol…our flag and used to it to distract from the real issues facing our country and to appeal to his base. He has spent his time twittering about the NFL players “taking a knee”,  an obvious effort to distract once again from his ongoing legal issues.  Puerto Rico is in a dire situation, millions of American citizens desperately needing help and the attention of the president following the devastation of Hurricane Maria.  Trump finally addressed that issue today on Twitter showing no compassion to speak of. Addressing the bad infrastructure in Puerto Rico and mentioning the issue that exists concerning PR and wall street.  Cold.

 

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The Presidents mouthpiece X RATED

In an interview with Ryan Lizza, The New Yorker ’s Washington correspondent Wednesday. Scaramucci did not ask to be off the record.

“I’m not Steve Bannon, I’m not trying to suck my own cxxk,” he said, speaking of Trump’s chief strategist. “I’m not trying to build my own brand off the fucking strength of the President. I’m here to serve the country.”

“The issue is I believe Priebus had been worried about the dinner because he hadn’t been invited. “Reince is a fucking paranoid schizophrenic, a paranoiac,” Scaramucci said. He channelled Priebus as he spoke: “ ‘Oh, Bill Shine is coming in. Let me leak the fucking thing and see if I can cxxk-block these people the way I cxxck-blocked myself for six months.’ ”

*Reince Priebus: White House Chief of Staff

*Steve Bannon: Chief strategist for the White House

Donald Trump’s new communications director exploded the white house chaos into a full-fledged conflagration Thursday, angrily daring Trump’s chief of staff to deny he’s a “leaker” and exposing West Wing backstabbing in language more suitable to a mobster movie than a seat of presidential stability.

 

You can’t make this stuff up.

 

 

 

Dear Word Press Friends

My old blog was hacked earlier this week.

Somehow someone

gained access to the administrative area and media.

Needless to say I am more than a little disturbed by this.

Anyway, here is my new offering…

I hope you will come around and read me once again!

Love,

Holly