Shakespeare and Me...a lifetime remembered!

By cnwriter..carolina,
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry

Many lifetimes we have had as many people, rich, poor, black, white, noble, peasant all sorts. Of course some of you dont believe this and others will say cnwriter you are nuts...I really dont care for I Know and that is all that matters....

• Flowing Words
• Shakespeare's School of Writers
• Shakespeare's Perfection
• Honouring your Ability
• credits

Flowing Words

quill pen

The Bard and I one day
Together wrote a play
To entertain the Queen
When to the Globe she came

At tables we sat he and I

With quill pens we did write
Taught me he had
To parley words and put together
Just like that

No rhyme nor reason did they have
Just flowing thoughts with meaning had
Yet found their way indeed they did
Becoming something of import

Shakespeare's School of Writers

Shakespeare's school

Part of his school of writers 
Small it was but filled
With those so passionate
Of words
And words
And words

Taking them
Making them into grandiose forms
On subjects of every kind
We played with them
Backwards
Forwards
Inbetween

It mattered not to us
Our minds were filled with marvellous themes
Our eyes such beauty saw
Our ears heard music so sublime
Flowing in and through the words

Shakespeare's Perfection

A beautiful man was he

Put it here
Move it there
It fits not anyway
What the bloody hell you doing
Go to hell you all

Shakespeare his temper quite profound
It turned us not away
We tried again again again
To make it rhyme just right

His approval we did want
To know we did it right
To have our master turn to us
And smile with delight

And chuckle in his pointed beard
As words flowed honey like
A nod of his head sent all of us
Into raptures rare

Honouring your Ability

enjoy it all

And to this day we remember
Some of us
What we were taught
So long ago

Ego you may say
From jealousy you come
You cannot write the way I do
But why should you anyway

You have your own inimitable way
Wonderful it is to read
A writer's life not always what it seems
Just doing it is a marvellous thing

So honour yourself for your ability
And love all that you do

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hereWritings from Within
hereLast Journey of an Egyptian Queen
hereReturning Again...Journeying through Lifetimes
hereCreative Writing from the Heart

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Moloch ...a film noire by Aleksandr Sokurov

By cnwriter..carolina,
Posted in Wikinut>Reviews>Film & TV>History

Although this is a dark movie it still deals with the complexities of human behavior especially those who are incapable of human intimacy and those who literally are ass kissers ..the ones who surrounded Hitler. sometimes movies can reflect behavioral patterns that need to be changed. enjoy!!!

• The grim fortress
• Eva's mindless existence
• Gathering of demons
• Hypochondriac was he
• No intellect had they
• credits

The grim fortress

The Movie

Along grim battlements the girldoes dance
Hand stands she makes
Naked as the day she was born

She pirouettes and runs her hands over rounded thighs
Stretches she upon a chair and kicks her legs up in the air
No-one is there to see

She stands upon the edge
Looking down into the night
Angling her body here and there
Knowing full well binoculars are trained on her
To view her swelling charms

Eva's mindless existence

Eagles Nest

Into her bedroom she goes
Empties her purse onto white sheets all gold they are
One little box she takes and gazes at the picture inside
Outside a red swastika in enamel lies

Morning comes and dances she into the long low room
Around around the table she does run
Set up for none except a book and magnifying glass

Then sits she upon the great backed chair and peers into the book
Filled it is with pictures of broken ruins and words
A drop
A drop conforms
Nothing does she understand

Why should she with all her charms

Gathering of demons

the abominations

The record player martial music plays
As round the table again she dancesKicking up her legs in glee

Till the sound of marching feet she hears
And peering through the window sees
Military men accompany
Her lover Hitler his name does be

Limping Goebbels with wife Magda a big bosomy blonde is she
Bohrmann his eyes everywhere for treason look and things to write
Report he will
These are the ones who come to Eagle's Nest one day and night to enjoy

Hypochondriac was he

Eva and he

Hitler he walks the escarpment where clouds gather threateningly
And behind Eva waits for him to call her to his side
Lightening flashes and thunder bolts come down
Lighting up momentarily the dark fort where both they be

They meet they talk momentarily then part their separate ways to go
But soon she knocks on his door great bunches of wildflowers in her arms
She pushes open wide and walks inside no one there to see
The inner sanctum in she goes and sees her man without his clothes
His knickers around his knees

Giggling she ran from the room
But later returned did she and found her man in bed
Sheets drawn around his head
He said am ill so ill am I too tired to do anything

She laughed at him and tore the sheets away
And curled up like a kitten near to him and stroked his
cares away
For she the only one who told the truth to him
All others sycophants were they
ass kissers using cruder terms and if I choose I may

No intellect had they

all the fun of Berchesgaten

All around the table they did dine on broth
For all that was what Hitler enjoyed
A vegetarian was he

Discussion was made by those present
But of no intellect was it for none had that
Merely an agreeing with Hitler's words

Watching all this were his men
SS were they in uniform military
Long legs long boots peaked caps
Red bands around their arms
In complete obedience were they

The next morning they all left
And Eva again was left alone

Didn't We almost Make it This Time.......

Having to have more and more materiality leads to unhappiness. The more you have the more you want. This is a dark piece about questioning the reality of what is. And a vampyr's search for victims.

• Mistakes you make
• The requiem
• No passion is there
• The bringer of hope
• No Word from Him
• No meaning anymore
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Mistakes you make

kings and queens

If you were ringed by queens and kings
Where could you go from there
No higher place think you could find
On this our planet fair

Methinks you make a great mistake
There really is a better place
But search you will to find
For lies it no twixt earth and sky

Of earthly matter it is not

You question how this could be
For with your staring eyes do see
Only what is your reality
And there is so much more

The requiem

all disarray

It may be that you find your way
In games of chance you like to play
But those end up in disarray
Murder she said and so to bed
A play on words a vampyr's head
Her fangs so sharp bite deep
And milk you of your precious blood
Forever now you sleep

Not as a mortal being now
But one who rises in the night
When the sun has gone down low
Darkness your requiem is so

No passion is there

my favourite pic...

Faded lilies bind around your head
Across your white white neck
Blood drips from your hungry lips
No passion is there left

Animals flee when you drift by
Owls stop their mournful dole
Night blooming jasmine droops its head
Your musky smell of death is smelled
By those

The bringer of hope

Down by the gatehouse a lone horse stands

His job to pull the sled
And take his mistress on her rounds
To feed the hungry crowds

Each day they stand outside her home
Their bodies thin 
Their eyes so bleak
Waiting for her to come around
She has become their only hope

No Word from Him

her lost love

But this night came she outside her home
Looking for her lover bold
Away he had gone across the ocean to new lands
To find the gold that lay beneath the surface of the earth
Down deep

For so long now no word had she from him
She knew not if he alive or dead
But something spurred her on
To walk the misty pathways besides the lake
An inner voice did call to her
To which she did respond

No meaning anymore

as one they became

And thus the vampyr did find her
The saddened Lady of the Lake
No longer sword was in her hand
Now only strands of wet green moss
Over her head and shoulders lay

She clutched her in her arms and held her
Tight unto her heaving breast
Into their eyes they gazed each other
One so sad the other dead

until as one they lay together
all meaning to their lives had gone

Dorian Gray...Downfall of a Beautiful Man

By cnwriter..carolina, 13th Apr 2012 |
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry

This is the tale of Dorian Gray..who turned into the darkness of his soul preferring to keep his beauty forever by selling his soul to the Devil and all that did ensue. Beware my friends in case it happens to you!!!

• A father's cruelty
• Nightmares of the past
• Flattery...
• The beautiful portrait
• Down the ladder he did fall
• A portrait's revelations
• A tale worth telling
• 
  

A father's cruelty

Beneath the mask of beauty lies
The face of death in many forms
Awoken from the sleep of time

A child cruel his father was to him
In attic he was locked
And beaten brutally
In fear he spent his night and days
Stored deep it was in him

Nightmares of the past

Dorian Gray

And through the years as he grew up
Memories of those cruel times
Remained
As nightmares they came to haunt
His name was Dorian Gray

Now a young man
Beautiful as Lucifer
He be
Edwardian London took him to heart
Praising him
To all degree

Flattery...

from behind his eyes

Extolled and glorified by all he met
His pride became immense
Flattery a daily thing for him
This went to his head

All sense of right and chivalry
Did leave
A hollow shell was he
Yet on the outer so sublime
In form and face
He was divine

The beautiful portrait

Gazing on his beauty

Then of him a portrait
It was made
A glorious sight
On which he gazed
And saw his beauty
Reflected back
And to himself
Became a God

Beyond a doubt
For him 'twas true

Down the ladder he did fall

as he became...

Then began a nightmare journey
Into the hell of underworld
Where whores and pimps
And such like folk
Could stir the passions

Hashish and drugs there did abound
For anyone who would partake
Fantasies upon their eyes would bring

Dorian could, would, did
Further down the ladder
He did fall
His portrait reflecting all

A portrait's revelations

downfall seeing

As his desires more base became
Sex and drugs to enjoy
In murky depths he found himself

And all along his portrait revealed
The deeds most horrible
That he had done

First from his eye blood appeared
A fly upon to drink
When swatted on the floor
It bled like him, his blood
And as he gazed upon his portrait
Once again
A white maggot he saw
Squirming out from painting's eye
At his feet to fall

This was the beginning of the end for him
Dorian's fate for all
To see and know
And learn from

I hope you do

A tale worth telling

life for a life

This tale I tell
Ending dire it has
A lesson for all to learn

You cannot go against humanity
Or make yourself a God
Results will be horrific
Karma so prolific
Maybe not this lifetime
But one
In time to come

and so it is...

The Dream Master..Showing the Way

By cnwriter..carolina, 15th Nov 2012 |
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry

We all dream...that is a given. Probably as young children we were given the keys to journey into the magical realms of light but then the veil of forgetfulness dropped when we were around 6 and now we have to find those who can help us find the magic again. This is all about it.

• The Dream Master
• Finding Her Way
• Angels Wings
• Travelling the Realms
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The Dream Master

always dreaming

What would you have me do 
she asked
As she clambered into her bed
Dream dream the Dream Master said
Of magic kingdoms where princes dwell
Rescuing fair damsels in distress
And knights in shining armour ride on white chargers
Through forests where dappled trees nod their branches
Over slow meandering crystal clear streams

But how can I do this she cried

I do not have the magic words
To transport me there

Finding Her Way

staircase to climb

Find the way that is divine
A staircase of knowing deep inside
Climb steadily up and you will receive
The keys that open up the doors
To realms of being so profound
You never may return to ground

And like all good fairy tales tell
She flew away as on her pillow her head did rest
To join those who had gone before 
Alice and Dorothy and Wendy too

So did this young child

Angels Wings

angels wings....

Her dreaming took a different view
Of shining beings waving wings
Translucent they in every shade
Violet and pink, blue and grey
Shining oh so bright

Into their caring arms she came
Buoyed up by wafts of scented air
Enfolded in such loving care
They knew she dreamed this reality
And on through time the memory
Would stay

Travelling the Realms

loving eyes

A tinkling bell rang in her dreams
A vision of another world
Filled with beauty quite sublime
The taste of it like honey sweet
And even in this altered state
She knew 
Could taste and hear and see
It all

The Dream Master there He stood
A radiant Being glowing bright
His eyes with loving filled

I told you so He said to her
I did not wave a magic wand
You did it by yourself my dear
The keys were garnered long ago
In other lifetimes when you knew
How to travel the outer realms of Sound and Light

Read more of my pages from erotica to spirituality and most things inbetween
hereWhat Is...Being...Seeing
hereLast Journey of an Egyptian Queen
hereEternal Search for OneSelf
hereDorian Grey...the Movie and the Man