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Alien to me?
Spinning thoughts turn tangled and I'm snarled into an abyss that is void and vast. Surrounded by blank space, that is my mind, reminiscing over your touch, your strength enveloping my lost body, that is what I feel, yet when I turn towards my 'heart' all that is there is a screaming red fear threatening and shaming., playing failure vintage films and painful emotions, film strips reeling off the tracks and momentously falling into a heap on a dirty, dusty floor..the blackness encroaches in..filling and twisting the blissful feeling of your body intwined with mine into empty void and vast space again, and I'm paralyzed within the pointless debate raging around my mind and do nothing but dream it could be different?
"I'm flowing prose to cons and cons to pros I'm scheming rhyme against reason like it was flow against know But beyond the concepts and emotions that rise To the interconnectedness that underlies The lies upon lies have lost their meaning The plies upon plies of consciousness that is being Over and over I fall I learned to walk from a crawl It's not sad it's just the way and the purpose of it all"..-Beastie Boys Artwork by: Marcela Bolivar www.marcelabolivar.com
Institutionalized Love: Sentenced to Death for the crime of propaganderized-passion, resulting in the slow, cruel affixiation, causing death to the victimized, intertwined, misled souls⦠on this day the 7th of April, 2016
Artwork by: Marcela Bolivar www.marcelabolivar.com
āAnd you better wear your shades The spotlights here can burn holes through the stage Down to the basement pass the Indian graves Where the dinosaurs laid Then out through China, nearly miss the airliners Magnified times five, āless itās pointed at the rhymer Ricochets off the moon and sets the forest ablaze Now thatās important to sayā..-Lupe Fiasco Artwork by: Marcela Bolivar
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SUBLIME UNBLINDED
Fuck..careful what you think you want to knowā¦could it be worse? Iām not sureā¦is it worse to discover his true love is someone you think is fantastic. ..at least appears to be everything you wish u wereā¦or is it worse to discover that the person is nothing like u or who you would admire or want to be like? Or I guess thereās the third choice but I already crossed that one off the listā¦to just not know a thing about themā¦ugh..Iām thinking at this point Iād like to choose that..but of course itās too late for that due to my impulsivety and obsessive nature. Damn it! I mean seriously. .letās just list why Iām so heartbroken, yet at the same time intrigued, envious and actually a tad glad..for him anyway. Not so much me⦠-taller than me.. (this one Iām glad Iām me..but had she been shorter @ least Iād have thatā¦āwell sheās not as tall and sexy as meā..I could tell myselfā¦but noooo! Lol..ugh) -redhead⦠(I have to go with points in my favor as far as hair quality and styleā¦but than she puts us back on even here bc Iām pretty sure her hair is actually red..whereas mineā¦it was Auburn as a childā¦but now..shit well now it is probably grey :( but even if not it turned to blah dk. Brown as an adultā¦now itās kinda a hot-at-home-dye-job-mess..lol..but hey I am still hot..rt?) -& then thereās that..sheās obviously younger..like 10 years younger or something. .. (this could be good or bad..no pretty much a point in her favor..but I was going to cite that at least at 43 I know Iām still pretty hot..will she be @43?ā¦but than I had to counter..who knows but will u be hotter than her at 53? Lol..again point, her favor) So far she's cleaning up the floors with me ...and we're just warming up. .I only enjoy competition's when I win ;) -her artsy styleā¦ok I guess I should give the point to myself as I love my styleā¦but she does have that edge that I once had that leans heavier on the authentic side rather than the plz. Society side..that I get so confused by, ever since my father blamed my avant-garde style as the reason I was so lonelyā¦I scared people away, he'd say.basically that was insight was, nust "dress & be normal" was his advice ..esp. when it comes to the boys...so wrong, so wrong.. -& from here is where the knife sunk and cut the deepest..The Kansas Art Institute ...f. that killed me. Ok so maybe she never graduated from art school either..and hey I shouldnāt downplay my very elite art education although cut shortā¦I did go to The Art Institute of Chicago & The School of Visual Arts. .not to mention all the other non-partisan school..college experiences I had..not too many can claim what I can..from purgatory mtn..at the Fort Lewis College in Durangoā¦to methville Colorado Springs (ok..thatās a negative point..but still I learned some street shit up in there), to my sk8 days on the Hill of Boulder, to my outhouse, one bedroom cabin facing the Continental Divide on the switchbacks of Nederlandā¦riding on the back of a motorcycle down the canyon to my 5 star cook job..caviar, escargot and plenty of cocaineā¦to Steamboat Springs, outdoor mushroom tripping, snow mtn. Biking and the sickest powder btwn the Aspensā¦.yeah..I definitely win this oneā¦but shit did she have to be a damn artist! -& an oil painter it seems..at that.. a realist painter with a sick eye for color..like myself..the color part not the realism..Iāve always felt a lesser artist that Iām not talented in the realm of illustration and realism..butā¦Iāve do have to argue there is something special, that is innate in the emotional artist that expresses through the less popular form of media..the āabstractā or non-literal rendering rather than a reproduction of what is in order to communicate on a deeper consciousness. I have also contended that once the invention of the camera and photograph came about I am less impressed with realism painting and drawing..ok thatās maybe a stretch. .Iām still in awe at the talent needed..but I prefer to stare infinitely at an emotion or experience captured by an artist that isnāt simply displayed with instructions already placed upon it by the formation of pattern recognition. But hereās the thing..one idk if the painting im.in love with on her page..that is clearly a portrait.. of her.. is a self portrait..or she just was someoneās muse..either way I love the f'ing painting..the lighting, the mood set, esp. The color pallette and the subject matter/genre/time period suggested..itās quite perfect Iād buy it and not tire of staring at it..and the other image..the swirly pastels and light translucent. .i usually disdain those type of pastel-ie shades, but the motion and featherweight lightness of the dancing color prisms in space is intense..AND itās not a realism piece..so if that is her work..again..so envious of the talent and if BOTH are hers..well I hate her..lol..not seriously..but Iād definitely question wtf sheās doing working at a preschool for Godās sakesā¦I canāt award points here not knowing which or if either pieces are works created by her (+ I just don't want to lol)..most likely they are her creations..ugh..and if so Iād have to again give her the winning point(s)..but Iām not giving up on my hopes and dreams and wish for her to be just another crappy, art school drop-out-artist and just happens to have good taste in images..lol -& then of course the whole godamn free..at the very least..sexual spirit with seemingly no regret, or jealousy?! I fucking wish. I could not see myself being able to be both in control of my emotions and a talented artistā¦Iām mean in control as in seemingly unbothered or detached enough to not feel pain or fear in completely offering up that spirit so entwined with your soul to go free..it sounds quite right, the exact right way it really should be when I attempt to explain the why I wouldnāt be ok with itā¦it actually sounds so much better than actually wanting to possess said spiritā¦one reveres highly enough to have shared a space in their soul withā¦anything short of this actually seems oppressive, selfish, based in fear (& nothing good comes from action based and born of fear)ā¦yes. I guess truly my wanting to be possessed and wanting to believe in this bullshit unenlightened idea of true love that is as archaic as marriage, chastity and feminism or the origins of historical Catholic theology. The true passion for that being does not need to be anchored, imprisonedā¦bound to any beingā¦the experience by him or her.. (specifically and generally speaking ), is to be celebrated, encouraged, believed in positivelyā¦for this is life. Not his life, her life, my life, ātheir life together ā, or any of it but life universally experienced, fully lived and feltā¦the evolution of that soul connection shared thru intimate exchanges is what it isā¦it is not one dimensional or in one direction..but it also is not damaged or weakened necessarily by the progression of time and interludesā¦it quite possibly can sink into depths b4 unknownā¦or shatter into nothingness or dust, or explode into particles of matter/energy ..or both all @ once..the purest of quantum superposition.. (*See def. below ;) )
-So..I have to give myself at least one point for open-minded, insightā¦and my fierce self-enlightening-continuing-educational-pursuit-of-freedom⦠[& now after spinning my now mush brain into a muck colored stew of Befuddlement attempting to authenticate my use of the term pure energyā¦I should get like an infinite Quantum of bonus points!!] So does that make me the winner after all than? Lol... I do feel I have won something, although not that, that I had set out hoping to win ;)
http://www.real-world-physics-problems.com/quantum-physics-for-kids.html QUANTUM PHYSICS:_____ Reality at the quantum level is not fixed and determinate, the way we experience things to be. Instead, reality at the quantum level has a āfuzzyā and random quality to it, and this is essentially where the Many-Worlds theory comes from. The theory starts with this one basic fact which physicists have known about for many years now: Tiny quantum particles, such as atoms, electrons, and photons can exist in more than one place at the same time through a phenomenon known as quantum superposition. In fact, they can exist in all their possible locations at the same time! And they do this up until the point at which a measuring device makes a measurement on them (i.e. observe them). Once this happens their location becomes localized and they are found in just one place, which is precisely what we expect intuitively! ā¦. The Many-Worlds theory comes about as a result of the discovery that quantum particles (such as atoms, electrons, and photons) can exist in all their possible locations at the same time, and then imagining that if the different locations of these particles are linked to different macro-size events (events that are on our size level), then these different macro-size events must also exist at the same time. So itās only when the outcome of a quantum event is linked to macro-size events that we can say there are simultaneous parallel universes corresponding to those different quantum outcomes. ā¦. The Many-Worlds theory comes from recognizing that different outcomes simultaneously exist at the quantum level. And if the quantum level can, through a cascade of connected events, affect the macro-sized world where we exist, then there will be different universes corresponding to these different quantum level outcomes. The act of observation (or interaction) by us forces us to be in a universe corresponding to only one of these possible outcomes. The probability of a particular outcome, and a particular universe, depends on the nature of the outcome and how likely, or unlikely it is. The Many-Worlds theory is a stretch of imagination in that it states that different quantum outcomes correspond to different (and separate) universes rather than there just being different possible outcomes existing in our world simultaneously until an observation is made, at which point we see only one of those possible outcomes. Ya...wow...but the parallel, exactly the metaphor needed. Perfect..no PURE!
Sublime Magnetism
The Lull Between the Tides
Iāve tried to push u deep down below the surface..kinda like when I was 7/8 years old at my nightly indoor competitive winter swim team practicesā¦typical of the restlessness of idle children forced into superstardom dreams of parents..precious time between sets..not to be wasted..kickboards tools of leg torturing drills turn into California dream wave surfboards in a Colorado, chlorine drenched pool..pushed, forced, submerged against their will, their design, their functionalityā¦plunged forcefully below the aqua surface..to be controlled, mastered, dominated. No longer a tool that could bring triumph or pain..I would be the one on top deciding ITāS fateā¦ā¦ Until⦠POP!!!# Flying, uncontrollably, wildly, sailing freely, a summer torpedo kite caught in a cross breeze, thru the airā¦like the kickboard designed for buoyancy, the emotion in my soul rages into a wildfire flames refusing to be controlled⦠the ember is fanned by our electric energy inevitably created when we r together. The seemingly trivial gestures you offer up hold great influence, and impress a peacefulness upon me. They release my oppressive mind from the over-critical pressure that my wandering, over-active, imaginative mind that works overtime to bound and drag me down. You create a space of acceptance and freedom that allows for the growth of an invasive beauty in its place. The mind- body of mine has the habit of dwelling in a dead forest, where the land has been over wrought with abuse and no longer can the soil provide growth of lifeā¦my mind that had once again drifted into the shadows of the decaying tree branches looming precariously over it, begging to break and be free to from all this.. instead is restored, the death reversed, if only temporarily, to a spirit of youths spring time beginningsā¦a more sublime and natural process freed from that world that I was taught to be sole dictator of..it only took that one instance, one moment, or was it an etertinity like my mind perceived it?ā¦nevertheless it was energy, and energy i had not successfully tamedā¦a buoyant object, forced, bull-dozed, below the surface of lifeās free flowing energy- h2Oā¦your memoryā¦explodes, imploding lust filled memories, single handedly destroying my strategically built fortress & flooding my resolve to morph into virgin earthly grounded ideals, grateful and indebted, for I was not to my suprise filleted and skewed on the barb-b as so many times before, but caught released and seen. Seen not as a means to an end, but in my true form, a prismatic, glintinting, platinum, Aurora Borealis, of spirit reflecting, the mystical authenticity of not just u, not just me, not just us intertwined in lust and desire, but the universal consciousness, flamed, sparked by āthe chemicals between usā & flashed into a display of showering, fourth of July, worthy fireworks, torrential oceanic downpour. Spring High Tidesā¦interlaced with the precious needed Neap Tide solace..perfection in continual amelioration. And as the Virgo earth, and Pisces sea are once again lulled by the enchantment of the intuitive, omnipotent moon, limbs & embraces, disentangle; minds-melded emancipate from our transcendental state naturally wane contently into our gravitational state to cultivate paradoxical magnetic-autonomy lifeās āone-loveā elixir. ā¦
Disentangle, emancipate, mind-meld
Tides are created because the Earth and the moon are attracted to each other, just like magnets are attracted to each other. The moon tries to pull at anything on the Earth to bring it closer. But, the Earth is able to hold onto everything except the water. Since the water is always moving, the Earth cannot hold onto it, and the moon is able to pull at it. Each day, there are two high tides and two low tides. The ocean is constantly moving from high tide to low tide, and then back to high tide. There is about 12 hours and 25 minutes between the two high tides. Tides are the periodic rise and falling of large bodies of water. Winds and currents move the surface water causing waves. The gravitational attraction of the moon causes the oceans to bulge out in the direction of the moon. Another bulge occurs on the opposite side, since the Earth is also being pulled toward the moon (and away from the water on the far side). Ocean levels fluctuate daily as the sun, moon and earth interact. As the moon travels around the earth and as they, together, travel around the sun, the combined gravitational forces cause the worldās oceans to rise and fall. Since the earth is rotating while this is happening, two tides occur each day. What are the different types of Tides When the sun and moon are aligned, there are exceptionally strong gravitational forces, causing very high and very low tides which are called spring tides, though they have nothing to do with the season. When the sun and moon are not aligned, the gravitational forces cancel each other out, and the tides are not as dramatically high and low. These are called neap tides. Spring Tides When the moon is full or new, the gravitational pull of the moon and sun are combined. At these times, the high tides are very high and the low tides are very low. This is known as a spring high tide. Spring tides are especially strong tides (they do not have anything to do with the season Spring). They occur when the Earth, the Sun, and the Moon are in a line. The gravitational forces of the Moon and the Sun both contribute to the tides. Spring tides occur during the full moon and the new moon.
Neap Tides During the moonās quarter phases the sun and moon work at right angles, causing the bulges to cancel each other. The result is a smaller difference between high and low tides and is known as a neap tide. Neap tides are especially weak tides. They occur when the gravitational forces of the Moon and the Sun are perpendicular to one another (with respect to the Earth). Neap tides occur during quarter moons.
Too Hot to Handle; (& Unfortunately Becoming...) Too Cold to Hold.
āMother,ā said little Pearl, āthe sunshine does not love you. It runs away and hides itself, because it is afraid of something on your bosom⦠. It will not flee from me, for I wear nothing on my bosom yet!ā āNor ever will, my child, I hope,ā said Hester. āAnd why not, mother?ā asked Pearl, stopping short⦠. āWill it not come of its own accord, when I am a woman grown?ā -Nathaniel Hawthorneās: A Scarlet Letterā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦.. Once again my impulsive, sensitive, emotional running with scissors smiling in bliss self, has led me down a path with an unforeseen cliff at its end. Although I am the only one who is falling into what at first appears to be an abyss of despair. I am the only one that seemingly chose to run blindly ahead ignoring all those redundant signs that were reminding me to slow up..danger ahead.. I had no time for reading or stopping and checking the compass of decision making and outcomesā¦leave that to the bores I left in my dustā¦so here I am free falling as they peer quizzativly above safe from the pain awaiting me. āShe actually did it!ā, āwhy?ā⦠Their questions are rhetorical, their too busy forming judgement while simultaneously unzipping their pants. I could wax philosophically at the double standard of it all and be angry, or laugh at the hypocrisy and irony of itā¦but neither really will change their perspective or the impressions they have formed of me, or the isolation I now suffer. Then they will create their lables and neatly place me in a box. Hidden in the dark recesses of their mind until the urge overtakes their self-control. Then and only then will the box be taken down. Opened with anticipation and lust. They have grown exhausted from their attempts to be better than. No longer able to deny themselves the primal pleasure. Awakened by the reality that reality isnāt offering them that original cinematic experience that arose from my creation. No longer willing to accept the egoās justifications that deny their latent fantasies id is wakened from its dormant state. Those original quizative, judgemental looks quickly are drained from their freshly ejaculated flush faces..and replaced with pure fulfillment. Leaving with them, if only for a second the truth. My truth. My dreams. My bliss. My beauty born out of vulnerability and passion is truly no abyss of despair after all. The light of authenticity has shown down into that which was once seen as pure darkness and reveals the pure prismatic scheme of that which is ME. I was running with purpose towards it all along. And although it may have seemed reckless, even unwise and dangerous I bravely chose to dive freely into this unknown and now have no regret.

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Coulda' been
Boom
It all ended appropriately in a fiery fucking explosion. I poured the gasoline and lit the matches. But the badger..no shitty beaver toothy fuck had been piling on the crappy of dead tinder for almost a year. I thought it was going to be a grand John Denver type rocky mtn high āraininā fire in the skyāā¦roasting camp Santa Maria fucking marshmallow s'mores. ..but no. No.no. it was more like that desert grand Junction. .pale pallette Wallace Stegner proud canyon. 4 wheeling out there..like Area 51 out thereā¦camping trip I took with franc & co. Drunk under dark canvas of clear lite Brite stars smothered in campfire cologneā¦awweā¦beautifulā¦..until⦠Until that a.m. hour that chills a single being in a single soul person tentā¦.chilled thru the bones and a head pounding from its cavaties immersed in a swirling pungent pure baileyās irish cream intoxication, dehydration and altitude oxygen deprivation. This wasnāt a simple lust ā¦it wasnāt flat like he implied..pretended. it was cavernous with deep purple hues, reds of desert blood colored blooms, beige and pink dusky sunsets. It wasnāt a cracked dry plain. And it rained. Flooded my canyon. Rushed thru me and cleansed away the muck stuck from past hot painful high noon days. And as the flamingo sun caressed the horizonā¦itās brilliance was muddied by your ugly heart or is it a scared..scarred dark emotion. Iām no jung. No freud. Not Nietzsche or my beloved Fromm. At this point Iāll never understand or never know..Iāll just suffer and puke the pain and toxins into the desert floor like that early morning long agoā¦but not so long agoā¦behind the sage brush and dried twigs..over and over..wretchingā¦in misery. With no remedy. No care. No condolence. No relief..but then.. The clouds seep, secretly behind my pounding eyelids..the grace of a storm impregnated skyā¦. And drip and then drops followed by luscious droplets and cracking lighting and the cleansingā¦draining away the obssessionā¦the dream washed away. ..clearing the canvas for a new palette a new dream. Eventually once the pain dries up, that is...ā¦
There is (eventually ) a [en]-LIGHT-[enment] @ The End of The Tunnel
The Aftermath of St. Valentine's Cupid Arrow Gone Askew
So I'm back waiting impatiently in line to take yet another ride on the Twister. The Twister was this grand, Spectacular and very rickety roller coaster at Elitch's Amusement Park, was a kid growing up in Colorado. This was before the big what's it's name corporation bought them out and put in these new smooth made of metal roller coasters. The kind that swirl you upside down, through loopty-loops and make you feel like vomitting. I preferred the old, not necessarily reliable Twister. It's constant shaking and squeaky bones and the tic-ticking of the chains pulling the carts up, up, up high above the park and pausing just long enough to make you realize how high up you were and how steep the grade of the coaster track your to be descending. The thrill rising in your blood, while the rickety carts go plummeting down and throwing you all around sharp and head jerking corners. It felt as if the carts literally left the tracks suspended in space.. but the carts always landed somehow back on the track. Reminiscent of a bmx biker jumping an abyss, momentarily free-falling through the blue skies and then perfectly connecting to the earth on the other-side...but you never really knew if would always be that way everytime. That was the thrill of it. I have that same knot in my stomach now..as I did waiting on that hot sticky tar, heated by the high, intense Colorado sun, while impatiently waiting that moment when the rope would be un-latched by the guy working the ride and allowed entrance into the real deal...the endorphin flooding experience of The Ride. The anticipating fear and turning into excitement and exhiliration...the point in time when its too late to get out of line and go ride something less terrifying. Yes an experience with him is much like that. Constantly wondering, no.... more like obssessing...over the question pinging around my head like a pinball..Should I really give this guy a 7th, 8th or whatever it is chance again...he's devastated me so many times before dropping off the planet rt. Before we are scheduled to meet up in person..I'm hesitant to ride that ride again...play that carnie game where no one wins until they've spent way over the price of the crappy stuffed animal imported from Mexico. I can't seem to pull myself away and pull the rope across the line, latching it closed to further rides...shut it down because I've reached my limited capacity for bullshit...no I have some strange, unexplainable attraction to him, much like the carnie game..it's the need to win, not so much the prize you get for winning. I have an intese need to see him, touch him attack him at least one more time. The first time was like the kiddie rides...a drink, a walk along the river and a kiss akin to fireworks like a Disney Epcot center evening finale filled with spectacular fireworks. I wanted so much more but wanted to behave, appear self controlled so i went home all "proper" like the good little girl I once was long ago in Colorado. But I didn't want to. The kiss was intense, electric. He felt it to. Maybe it scared him I have no idea.. No jungian analysis insight into his mind, behavior, reasons why he acts as he does. The texts a more appropriately sexts that we exchange are erotically on fire..hot like a blue campfire flame..not just orange and red hot..but I sit in the dark like a lone rider passing under the bridge and into the darkness of the tunnel of lust wondering if he will ever get on board for real so I can experience the explosive fireworks all around, (all over) me...
Exactly...

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Alone, alone, alone
Iād like to think Iām cool being alone..one of those bad ass types that doesnāt need anyone, who can take care of myself all by myself ā¦and in reality I am that. I just donāt view it as glamorous or bad ass bc itās not by choice but bc well itās just circumstance. Lying here only hours into my mend from excruciating pain caused by the fluā¦I canāt shake how sad and lonely it was to suffer in my bed surrounded by alonenessā¦even my dog was gone, to have had just a hand other than my own, placed on my shoulder, to feel another person care about my experience and want me to feel betterā¦but nothing no one. Not even my daughter, who was too busy with friends and promised to call backā¦she never did. I hate feeling like a whining victim all the time godā¦Iām like a repellent to all thatās good and happy in the world it seems no matter how I try to change or better myself. Itās like rich people saying ābeing rich doesnāt make life easierā to a poor person, someone who has not experienced true abandonment feelings telling one who has that 'you have to be OK with just yourself first, in order to truly love others and be lovedā just doesnāt seem like they have a clue. Sure having millions of dollars can be difficult but is it REALLY worse than having all the problems that come with having little financial stabilityā¦I think not.
Drowning in paradise