All things gothic, paranormal, supernatural, preternatural, and spooky. Poetry, poetry, poetry!!Cemeteries are my passion, as I have a morbid fascination with death . . . the last great unknown. Death is the only experience we can never live to tell about . . .
This is Zelda, my favorite angel in the cemetery where I will be buried one day . . .
The great love story of Abelard and Heloise is proof that love never dies . . . their resting place in Pere Lachaise Cemetery in Paris:
For Jacques
Red and white ribbons
brushed my face today
I thought of you
I was reminded to write this poem
about your ocean of mystery eyes
reflecting harmonics of a thousand years
waiting
for someone to return the heart
you didn’t believe you’d find
in warm Louisiana lore of love
moonlight kissed and breezy
but from billow to billow you came
to erase statues of doubt
flagrant memories
twilight walks through Paris
wading
waist deep into adventure
you came
with 20 love songs
and none of despair
sad nets to remind me
of sunlight sonatas
in slippered glass
toasting these ashes
we are risen from
these depths
these echoes that keep us
in tune with blood-red passion
rustic ribbons
silence even
Spirits of the Dead
Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness--for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee--and their will
Shall overshadow thee: be still.
The night--tho' clear--shall frown--
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given--
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee forever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish--
Now are visions ne'er to vanish--
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more--like dew-drops from the grass.
The breeze--the breath of God--is still--
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy--shadowy--yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token--
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
E.A. Poe (1837)
ROMANCE
Romance, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been--a most familiar bird--
Taught me my alphabet to say--
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child--with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Though gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings--
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away--forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.
E.A. Poe (1829)
This photo was taken by my VERY creative friend, John Fink. Lovely shot, Finkster!!
I'd like to meet:
Edgy, esoteric, paranormal people with interesting stories and experiences in this battle against normality. Other poets and artists to share ideas with--please feel free to read my poems posted on my blogs . . . If your spirit is moved by the poems, I'd love to hear a comment or two.
A poetry reading event at Club 307 and ULL with Jacques and myself in Oct 2007:
Some of my special friends:
Music:
Heavenly Creatures, Type O Negative, Godsmack, VNV Nation, Tool, NIN, Disturbed, Marilyn Manson, Concrete Blondes, Balkan Beat Box, Cheb Khaled, Evanescence, A Perfect Circle, Over the Rhine, Lisa Loeb, Eole's Breath, Tuatara, and of course, New Orleans Jazz!
Television:
SOMNIUM MENS est
IANUA ut INFINITIO"The Dreaming Mind is
the Doorway to Eternity"
Books:
My favorite Author . . .
Jacques Sirgent of Le Musee des Vampires, Poetry by Mina Loy, Adrienne Rich, H.D., Margaret Atwood, Emily Dickinson, Diane Wakoski, Yevgeny Yevtushenko, Billy Collins, Luis Urrea, Aphra Behn, Lord Byron, William Blake, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, William Wordsworth, Edgar Allan Poe, Edmund Spencer, Shakespeare (of course)--favorite play is Much Ado about Nothing, Greater and Lesser Keys of Solomon, Nag Hammadi, Dead Sea Scrolls, Egyptian Book of the Dead, Tibetan Book of the Dead, Solitary Witchcraft, The Encyclopedia of Witchcraft, The History of Witchcraft, The Historian, Bram Stoker's Dracula, The Private Confessions and Memoirs of a Justified Sinner, The Discovery of Witches, The Vampire Chronicles, Frankenstein, all novels by Jane Austen, all novels by the Bronte Sisters, especially Wuthering Heights . . . I love too many books to name them all, but I ADORE and DEVOUR any book I can get my hands on . . .
Heroes:
Let me first make it clear to all that my interests in Countess Bathory stem from a feminist point of view. I truly believe that Countess Bathory was innocent of the crimes she was accused of. Although the legends of her brutality and bloodlust are still circulating and everyone still believes she was a horrible woman who killed over 600 young girls and bathed in their blood, I do not believe these stories of her. She was an intelligent woman who spoke/read in 3 languages. Most men of the time barely spoke/read 1 language. She also had power, money, prestige beyond that of the most prominent political leaders of her time. Because of her intelligence and power, she was persecuted on trumped up charges of murder and was locked away in her own room with only the bare essentials for 3 1/2 years until her death in 1614. Each day her jailers gave her one sheet of paper and a pen to write her confession of murder and torture. Countess Bathory never confessed to these crimes . . .
The place of rest for the Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau. Legend has it that if you walk around the gravesite 3 times, then make 3 marks on her grave, she will grant you any wish you desire . . . I dare you to try!! But be sure to return with a token of appreciation for Madame Laveau after she grants your wish or else face her wrath!
