TBF Features for the week of May 2, 2011

Greetings, bubblers and TBF enthusiasts. It’s only Tuesday, but there’s still time to enjoy a week of features, full of intensity and longing.

Janie’s got a gun... by Tracey Mac

What do you see underneath? by cerphotography

The leap by Jessica Andrews

Every Little Peace by Mui-Ling Teh

Fusion by Manana11

i just want to feel by vampvamp

La Odisea by Erika .

I pray,
that the ship of dreams you sail on conquers the storms of the gods and the tempests of the sea: battle mighty Orion and reach the Northern Star; and all through the night I shall witness the golden victories you leave in your wake.

I’ve heard of dark legends coating the deepest of seas and myths of winged lions guarding perils of every kind. Blood-thirsty fiends and goddesses shall coat our eyes in magic spells and stand in between our destinies, but all in vain, for we know our heart’s truth is embedded into one another.

The wars and lands we’ll cross shall be many and great, and I will record my days and weave in my sadness into the loom of poetry. We’ll worship the lands of the moon and the glow of the midnight stars before they can grant us our prayers…but meanwhile, tears stain a violet hue upon my cheeks for all the love-moments stolen by Time.

And across the roaming earth, galleons of clouds swallow the dark vault of night at the summon of the goddess of dreams, and once more our souls traverse reality to ascend the lofty heights of the heavens: for it is here, our lover’s tryst, in these dreams tucked under our starlit wings where our god-cursed journey ends and our time begins despite the miles of storms in between –

we are invincible to the wrath of the gods, my Odysseus
for we know our love stands stronger than the mightiest world.

Mind your self  by dab –

On the difference between
Soldier and Warrior
Both in battle, full of ardor
One’s thinking for himself
Other’s following orders
A human being
Shirking his own Mind
Will wilt and decay
As a tree, or algae
Shirking their ability
To transform light
Into food-energy

Lemming by lovelyrita

I am not the moon
to her planet
or the tattoo on her arm

but you squeezed me through the needlepoint,

where I became a design of orbit
she fashioned with her time (and mine)
circling her arm,

her right hand man,

waiting to be told
when and where and
what to spin.

Royal Wedding Haiku 2: The Future Queen and I by Tuliptree

I have more freedom
than the most envied woman
in the UK does.

E Man Tribute (pt. 1) by wordthrift

here in Angeles
I’m just the same,
a needle in the hay
lost to miss misery
with no name.
My speed trial
in search of Amity, Amity, Amity, Amity, Amity,
Amity, Amity,
she was someone I used to know,
dancing a number 2 waltz.
She would not say yes,
life lived between the bars
is not happiness.

Forgiveness by MaryMac

This short is a memory with my two brothers and me. My mom is driving and our heads are bopping. This is dedicated to my momma. 
Someone wrote cruel words about her and my entire family last night. Someone who doesn’t know her, me, or my family. He also wrote cruel words about my BEST friend. 
This short is to wash that away.

The person who wrote those words. I love you, I do.
I don’t know you but I can’t help my spirit is drawn to you. 
Peace and happiness I’ve always tried to convey. 
I see the good in you…not the hate. 
Peace, love, and happiness to ALL in the World.

FORGIVENESS
The radio blares, “…joy to the fishes and the deep blue sea joy to youandme.”

Lakehurst Mall…Three Wimpey Hamburger joints

Escalator take you atop…view open space, two cars one truck.

Biggest pair of Levi-Stratus Blue Jeans I ever did see

Blue Smiley face with stick-body charm… adhered to a chain around my neck

Pistachio ice-cream in a bowl please, with two maraschino cherries ontop.

The radio blares, “…ride, captain ride upon your mystery ship, be amazed at the friends you have here on your trip…”

Lake Hurst Mall

© 02/27/2011
tylerpuppy


September 26, 2010 Features

Our Secret Garden of Thoughts

“If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing it to the trees.” Khalil Gibran

One of the most delicious parts about being surrounded by artists and writers, for me, is that each piece takes me into a new world. Artists tend to reveal their innermost secret thoughts, feelings, demons, and dreams through their work. It’s like walking through a secret garden, which is how I felt after I put these features together. Please tread softly as you peruse these artists innermost feelings.

Savina by Jessica Walker

Del by rowanmacs

a shadow of herself by Jessica Andrews

Don’t you ever leave by Elox

un~TOUCHED by jacqleen

the road trip by clancy214

THERE IS A TREMBLING OF THE HEART by Blake Steele

There is a trembling
of the heart that comes
in the presence of birth,
or death,
or a pure soul:
for then is sensed
the ceaseless origin
of all things
and a kind of music
of mystery
that has no words…
only an imperceptible
energetic movement.
There is an unbloomed blossom
always opening towards us;
there is milk for our lips
constantly dribbling
from a soft, spiritual breast
until we take off our bodies
to sink beyond silence
into the teeming throngs
of a wing-packed sky.

imagining a kiss by Siki Dlanga

i had
something
profound
to say.
but now apparently i,
i lost my words
in your mouth.

(c) siki dlanga
27Sept2010

prayer of the unburdened earth of her heart by Sesheshet

If I whisper my story to a fallen leaf
will Spring bloom upon it
like a wind
from my mouth?

And will you kiss me then;
being able to taste
the way you feel
inside your skin
as I deflower this early red Maple
and inhale
a sweet harvest of red as love Lily?

And if I burst into flames
will you touch my red stars
(like a child would a butterfly’s wing)
as they fly
through the sky
overhead—
through the galaxy
inside your head?

And will you catch one?

And name it simply,
Heart?

And when the night drowns you in loss
and the dawn doesn’t come up at all,

will you carve me a Love
out of driftwood,
from the beach
of infinity’s end—
and paint it pure white
to match
All you know

and All
that you
do not?

For then,
perhaps,
when the moon blinks her big arctic eye one more time,
resetting
her dials due north—
and the gods turn their backs
on the sun while they bathe
in the tumultuous tourmaline sea—

our stories will sprout
from the cave of our beings
carving galaxies of unnamable stars
on the skin of the early red Maple
at the end of the traveller’s path,
and memories of if, when and why,
and the pain all consuming
of holding and held,
and prison, unrequited, and hell

will be free

and will be no more

than a breeze
off the face
of dawn’s highest
pink powder mountain.

© Kristin Reynolds 9 23 2010

man go by veuvenoire

you caress the curves of a fruit
and peel off its skin
to uncover the sweetness within
slowly, slowly – squeezing the flesh,
juice drips from your fingers.

you bare the core
gnawing and nibbling it clean
suck in the moisture
sweet joy – licking your lips,
passion shows on your face.

who buzzed the blender?
mashing the flesh into pulp
intention of the fruit abused
caress prohibited – beauty destroyed,
what cruel way to be punished for juiciness!

we mixed it with fluffy cream
seasoned with finely ground sugar
still carrying the promise of cane
licked it off – sticky skin,
is it the way to console?

Next Full Moon by Linaji

All’s he ever wanted was
A hand on his shoulder while he was writing
About his love for her.
She made it feel like his life was everlasting
Because her vision of him was always so kind

All’s he ever wanted was
A smile from her
As he walked into the space she occupied
She felt such a joy he knew
But sometimes could not figure out why.

One day he asked her:
“Why do you love me so much?”

She said:
I plan on loving you everyday.
When I get up I shower with a vision of
Our love wrapped tight around us
and I don’t miss a day.

She went on…

“Our love is ours, and ours to give freely
So why not love you darling?
I love my life,
When you are not here, I love anyway
Everything I choose to;
when I see you walk into my world
You feel like a gift every time”

He liked that he was just a little bit more to her
Than their dog Alice who he knew she loved desperately
Or her friend Midggie whom she talked to endlessly
Or even the fired egg sandwich on rye she savored at
Langlys Coffee House

He felt a love like this
could just be something
worth cultivating and promoting in his
own heart everyday;

“Don’t forget”
he said to himself,

“Sometimes she likes wild flowers at midnight”

Smiling like a man who found out a true secret

He marked that down in his calendar

next full moon

Linaji 2010

Lunatic by ModernMythology

My gypsy soul has found a home
Under clear skies and Ethereal Moon
As I dance away in mortal shell
My spirit soars like an elemental
Past this Savage Garden of being
Into the astral plane
I am a shaman
A witch
A child of The Divine
And I sing haunting lullabies under the night skies
Symphonies of pounding heart
And rhythms of powerful soul
Set ablaze under moonlight
And the Gods listen
They listen
To the sounds of my spirit

Scorpio: mystery loves company I

Some artists just get visual metaphors… here’s Jessica Andrews and her stunning photograph. What she said about it…

Mysterious creatures Scorpios are, and as I got thinking about it realised that I wouldn’t be happy depicting them in just one photograph. So here begins my series within a series, dedicated to Scorpio and the two most lovely of them; Ryan and Jenna.