Wired and Happy

"Upload Complete! You Alien Freaks! Now let me GO! GO! GO! GO!

I invite you to click the music tab that very much sets the pace for this wired poem

Wired and Happy

Inspired by the drawing of the same name~ Artist~  Sigfred Rodenberger

I gotta Bluetooth in my Third Eye
sending me secret files from Mars-
Upload Complete! You Alien Freaks!! Now let me Go!
GO! GO!
GO! GO!

Hooking Up to World Sat Com.
so my fingertips can drop those bombs
.
I’m a wired drone coming to your neighborhood soon-
I have the universe in my cortex,
I’m a werewolf’s metaversed full moon

and I’m howling too.

I got 5 beats going a.t.m.-euro tecno- tecno ecno –
ethno chill -groove and discoverable-

From tip to toes I’m wired to capture every nuance of my dance.
I can play it back when I close my eyes
boogey with myself ‘n be my own romance
.
I’m wired and happy about it-
You getting it? I’m wired and happy about it!

My Bluetooth is beeping, so just excuse me
I have 24 encrypted files that are downloading you see-
Shaking  my cardiac arrest for all it’s worth-
Makes me go….
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Makes me go….
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
So wired and whack and I don’t look back!!!
Download Complete! You Alien Freaks!! Now let me Go!
GO! GO ! GO!
GO!

Don’t like Shumans, Klingons, I don’t like Shrek-
Just make my own space fly… night ‘n day
Don’t need no Star Trek-

For fun I watch a black hole swallow your  mother
Don’t come with those psycho interventions
You disconnected- lazy- analog- slugger!

I’m processing 15 YouTubes while I dance in this Geeked -Out- Club!
My kind of peeps, androids posing as bouncers and thugs
I’m editing, splicing, and drooling and that’s the way I like it!
Wired and happy about it
I said I’m wired and happy about it!

I just copied 16 thousand frames and never lost the beat.
I’m dropping the lot in your Dropbox and re-logging
just to get back my speed-

I got 10 songs going ’round and ’round
My tongue is numb so I roll it up and hum along
Conversion Complete! You Alien Freaks!! Now let me Go!
GO! GO! GO! GO!
I’m wired and happy about it..
I said  I’m wired and happy about it!

Karima Hoisan
March 30, 2011
Virtual Art Gallery Linc Island SL
© 2011 all rights reserved

*please see my comment below

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Juliee and the Pigeon

"Pretty Juliee with the sky bright heavy- laden eyes"

Please click on the link to enjoy this waltz while you read the poem

Juliee and the Pigeon

Inspired by the painting of the same name~ artist Van Caerndow

I  was shopping for a poem and saw your pouting lips,
Pretty Juliee with the sky bright heavy -laden eyes,
Hair of corn-silk threads spun into candied golden snips,
A carnival of light floods in the room with just your sighs.

What fills your mind, standing at attention, the parade?
Those funny clowns and garish scenes that gesture from the street,
Marching like hollow phantoms the unloved, misplaced and frayed
Do you think you’ll be one more of them, that float below your feet?

Hiding all those fears behind your mask of skin, soft alabaster lighting,
You can not look into your neighbor’s poisoned eyes, across the way,
For that pigeon who flew through the grating, holds a note in his handwriting,
As you free it from its foot it coos, “Juliee Juliee where go your thoughts today?”

Stoic as you read his words, and no matter how straight you stand,
Truth is, you are but another losing lover on her way down to bending,
Because if you were dealt once more a losing-lover’s failed hand,
All you can do is accept this tiny note, as his chosen preferred ending.

I watch your tears begin to dry, after your frozen, wide-eyed cry,
Did the message rolled inside the cylinder make your heart fall in?
Did he cut it right in two, with,”I’m so sorry pretty Juliee but I must say goodbye,
May Time heal the wrong I’ve done to you, and please forgive my sin?”

I want to call to you from the open store door where I stand not far,
Yelling out ” Juliee Juliee why don’t you bring that pigeon inside your room?”
And make him stay awhile behind your self- built cage of prison bars,
Then let me take you by your shattered wing and fly you from this gloom.

Karima Hoisan
March 29, 2011
Virtual Art Gallery Linc Island SL
© 2011 all rights reserved

*please see my comment below

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From SL To RL with Love for Japan

In my last post, the painting and poem entitled “Nippon” (see post) I was inspired and motivated to write a long over- due poem about my thoughts for Japan in this cataclysmic moment. As I said in my comment, sometimes events are so overwhelmingly horrific we stand with our mouths open, wordless.  I had tried several times to write something but unsuccessfully. Then a few days ago Isabel Hermano, a very talented artist whose abstract “Renacimiento” (Rebirth) had already inspired a poem in me, sent me her latest “Nippon”
All of a sudden the words flowed and I sent her the poem and posted it here on my blog with her painting.  She told me she would be displaying her paintings, and asked permission to also display my poem for a fund raising event for Japan in Santiago Chile this last weekend. Here are a few photos she sent to me of the event.

Raising Funds for japan in Santiago Chile

Isabel Hermano (long red hair) and friends at the event

Today my first IM of the morning was from Isabel and I was so very moved on so many levels, I found myself in tears (the good kind) to think that a little creative effort that began here as an SL collaboration, could reach out to people in RL and make a difference for a country so far away from both and yet so connected. For anyone who still doesn’t get that virtual worlds are so much more more than fantasy playgrounds, that they are exciting and amazing ways to connect, collaborate, share and yes make a difference even in the “real world” I offer this small example and hope it inspires others. This next picture has my poem attached to the top left hand corner and Isabel’s IM read:

"Compassion is now seen in generous deeds.."

“Isabel Hermano: Hola Karima 🙂 Just wanted to tell you, our fund raising tombola was fantastic ! We collected over 1000 Dollars and your poem made my Japanese friends cry!  One big copy was attached to a clipboard and the small copies we handed out  :)”

When people reach out and propose to do something with whatever they have at hand, whatever talent, or skill they are given,  even donating a few hours of their time, these acts are never in vain. As I say in my poem “Before The Uncreation”

“I wish the world
to know I believe,
that anything we did,
for anyone for love,
with no conditions,
or  limits,
or expectations,
even in the last days…
it Did
make a difference.”

The event that Isabel donated her talent for and carried my poem there to help raise funds for Japan, has inspired me once again by showing me the truth of the words of my own verse… because even though I wrote them,  I sometimes forget that they are true.
Here in SL we can buy Linden Bears, or many other products, sellers are donating their proceeds to help raise funds.The important thing is, to contribute in any way we can, as Japan still very much needs our support.

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Nippon

"The earth loses vitality and bleeds"

Please click on the music “Farewell ~Tan Dun” to accompany the poem)

Nippon

A Villanelle inspired by the painting “Nippon” by Isabel Hermano

The suffering comes rolling in on tides
Convulsing earth brings towns down to their knees
All nations weep as one for those who died

This horror is more than any can abide
Shocked disbelief moans out”This can not be!”
The suffering comes rolling in on tides

The melting down makes dangers leak outside
The leaves now tainted with the deadly breeze
All nations weep as one for those who died

Hardship brings out the best from deep inside
Each neighbor lends a hand to those in need
The suffering comes rolling in on tides

Deep strength of a great culture is applied
Compassion is now seen in generous deeds
All nations weep as one for those who died

Nippon your pain is shared by all worldwide
The earth has lost vitality and bleeds
The suffering comes rolling in on tides
All nations weep as one for those who died

Karima Hoisan
March 24, 2011
Virtual Gallery Linc Island SL

*please see my comment below

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When You Run With Wizards

When You Run With Wizards

When you run with Wizards, and ride a bike, you could be zapped with a beam of light
And something that was so very ordinary, turns into a colorful blimp that takes flight.

"...you could be zapped with a beam of light

"...a colorful blimp that takes flight.

That sails you away to high foreign lands of fantasies bright orange and green,
Or invites you to see a fireworks show, that has never in this lifetime been seen

"...lands of fantasies bright orange and green."

"..never in this lifetime been seen."

Wizards come in all shapes and sizes, but their power to create cannot be denied
Each one has found the key to the magic, will enthrall you before the paint has even dried.

The Wiz of Digital Realms

Out of nothing but a spark of an idea, the empty space is transformed into land,
And *boof* before your eyes there comes a city, and you are  invited to tour it firsthand.

"...the empty space is transformed into land.

"...and you are invited to tour it firsthand"

There are Wizard’s who put all their special talents into creating a party just for you.
In magic good taste they weave spells of celebration, and invite your best friends to it too.

creating a party just for you

A Wizard who puts all his talent

Some Wizards have a physical aspect, that can only be described as bizarre
But the closer you come to know them, you can sense their light goodness from afar.

"...described as pretty bizarre>"

"...you can sense their light goodness from afar."

There is another kind of Wizard, that with only his music, can bewitch you deep inside.
His spell he does weave so that all can perceive, when he takes you on his sexy train ride.

"...with only music can bewitch you deep inside"

"...on his sexy train ride."

This little magic otter has captured my Blue obsession, inspired poetry and my heart,
And he has that special knack of wizard alchemy, for turning used junk into glorious Art.

"This little magic otter..."

"...has captured my Blue obsession..."

Wizards walk among us, and I am always so thrilled to believe they are here to stay.
How lucky indeed, if you can meet and enjoy them, on any one of your virtual days.
When you run with Wizards you fly, dance, and laugh, you elevate more than you run,
Learn to see and appreciate just what they do, they open our doors to amazement and fun.

"...our doors to amazement and fun"

The End

Karima Hoisan
March 23, 2011
Virtual Office, Linc Island SL

*Please see my comments for some of the Wizards I know

 

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Limited Edition

"I remember when she just sold hot-dogs on the corner"

Please enjoy this guitar music while you read the poem

Limited Edition
~~~~~*****~~~~~

You are the subtle perfume
I wear on me all day.
People look back when I pass,
perfect strangers,
sniff the air,
“What a marvelous scent.”
Does she apply it to her wrist?
Perhaps the pulse point
at her neck?
Why does the smell strengthen
with each beat of her heart?
What is this aroma,
that magically changes her
into the supernatural?
I remember when she,
just sold hot-dogs on the corner,
earned barely enough
to keep the cold away,
the nightmares at bay.

"Now she is a mounted princess!"

Now she is a mounted princess!
Look how she sways
and prances,
promoting this fragrance,
as if she designed it,
as if it were hers,
as if she were about
to become a millionaire.
because,
we all want it too.
She won’t share her secret.
When you ask her,
“What are you wearing?”
She only replies,
“Oh just a little flowery scent”
imported,
Limited Edition,
bottled,
exclusively
for me”

Karima Hoisan
©2006 all rights reserved

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Come Josephine In My Flying Machine…

No, that is not my vacuum cleaner... but DOUGIE's robot

My friendship with DOUGIE Flossberg began with the no-show March Train Rally on the SLRR ( see post) As Jer Straaf might put it, “He is a man who knows how to have fun”
Even in this wonderful virtual world of limitless possibilities, I find myself  fenced into “work mode”by my own hands, and I forget sometimes that SL can and should be fun. Getting off my island, where I was translating my SL book “Digital Rabbit Hole” into Spanish and preparing readings, I discovered the joys of Train Riding in SL and that was the first step to beginning to put a little extra dose of fun in my virtual experience.
DOUGIE has collected an amazing inventory in his 4 years here and is always generously willing to share it with an appreciative audience,  I am now officially part of that audience I believe. I started riding trains with him and have ridden some very wild variations on the theme of vehicles..of which he seems to have thousands in this category alone. So when he said “Let’s see what I got” I knew it would be an interesting afternoon.

"So, let's see what I got"

Actually I want to back-track a few days and begin by showing you a unique ride that was built in 2006 by Tedt Thurston called “Star Tours.” DOUGIE and I have this kind of relationship, he says:
“Get in” “Hop on” or “Sit here” and I don’t hesitate a heartbeat.

He says, "Hop on" and I don't hesitate a heart beat

I took this ride solo and admired the ingenuity from way back in earlier SL times.

off into space..both inner and outer

Then yesterday, after a full tour of a Star Trek vessel, that looked a bit like DS9, but even though I have watched about 800 hours of it recently with Menubar, I can’t be sure that’s the season it was taken from. He tp’d me to the Airport and then the serious fun began to emerge out of his sometimes disorganized, but amazingly complete inventory. I was treated to my first blimp ride with wonderful whirring engines that seemed to cross sim borders with a minimal loss of hair on either of our heads.

my first blimp ride in SL

After that it was helicopters, and I promise you that, in real life you would have to drug me unconscious for me to get in one of those. I watch the news. They are always falling out of the sky for no reason, and seem highly “accident prone.” This pretty blue one was well behaved, didn’t try to chase its” tail in a downward spin and obviously the pilot knew what he was doing.

It didn't try to chase its' tail

We were jarred and osterized a bit on the crossings, but managed to stay in the cockpit. We swerved to avoid landing jet planes, low- rising sky boxes and the usual mainland air debris. I breathed a sigh of relief and unclenched my knuckles from my seat as we made a beautiful five-point landing back at the airport.

Dodging jet planes and low rising sky-boxes

He saved the best for last. His own Executive Private Jet, which was both exciting and fatal as it turned out. The afternoon was perfect for flying. DOUGIE executed his flawless take-off and I sat back to watch the eclectic Mainland scenery pass by both below and above me. The power of the jets calmed me with its’ low hum and vibration and I felt pretty lucky to be on a new guided tour of the skies. As I have mentioned before in back posts, I do like engines and speed.

the ride proved both exciting and fatal

Those dreaded sim crossings were starting to make demands on his prowess as a pilot and also on the nerves of this passenger, who always wondered if I would still be inside the plane when we crossed over. I knew we might be in trouble when DOUGIE pulled up hard to avoid a platform hovering dangerously low, and it caused a stall- out. For a minute all went quiet in the cockpit. I get really nervous when it does that, and shot a panicked look towards him. Maybe already being dead is what gives him that cool calm manner in moments like this, but I am still very much alive and hope to stay that way.

For a minute all went quiet in the cockpit

Well… we miraculously pulled out of that deadly stall, much to the credit of the pilot’s skill, and the comforting roar of the engines kicked back in as we started to climb at a more normal angle. After a few minutes I realized he was fighting with the controls and a new enemy region crossing had struck again, this time putting us in a climb not even this experienced pilot could get us out of. We climbed…

we climbed and we climbed

and we climbed …the curvature of the earth was seen in the distance, and I started thinking probably private jets were not built to see such things, and worried for the outcome as we kept ascending, the meter dial of numbers madly gearing up

and cimbed and climbed and climbed......

I could see nothing below us nothing above us but pitch black space and even I knew we were approaching the limit of SL rezzing and soon we would be without a plane around us and on our own. I have survived a few falls of this type in my 3 years here and all I can say is, they are never very pleasant. Just as we reached somewhere over 5k meters I closed my eyes.

heading towards the limit of Sl rezzing

When I reopened them I found myself whooshing through black space, still curled up in my fetal-expecting-a- high- impact -landing position and I saw that DOUGIE had escaped his own crash landing by just crashing out of our world and therefore sparing himself the horrors that I was now facing.The sky turned from Space-void black to ominous freezing airless blue, and I held my breath all the way down so my lungs wouldn’t explode. I won’t even go into the medically gruesome details of my landing, and will just leave you with the peaceful picture of a crouching avatar falling quickly back down to earth.

I held my breath all the way down

I must say to the credit of Mr Flossberg who never did re -appear after we lost the plane, that when he did show up in the evening, he sent me a lovely get- well gift.It was a burning house and all I could think of was, people just don’t give those kinds of personal gifts anymore to show they care.

He sent me a burning house to show he cared

~The End~

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Blue Steel and Candlelight

I hear the elevator, it whispers,"Take me."

(please enjoy this tango with the poem) “Ambrosia”

Blue Steel and Candlelight

The blue steel and moonlight catch my breath
and hold it prisoner,
tiny agony of color, you tease and torture me.
I contemplate just flying,
feeling weightless, giddy, drunk on azure’s wine once more.

I slur my words, and a tango beat falls  from above,
with the unspoken invitation of a red elevator descending
.

Red, against all these high, smooth, rounded walls,
red like my blood running, reddening my cheeks, high alert in the core of me, I almost bend my knees as I perceive the candlelight glowing behind a closed glass door. I hear the elevator, it whispers
“Take me.”

I push my own buttons, as the flimsy frame descends,
and even though I can not see the shaft, or how all this can be,
I know above in a room of reds and orange tapestries,
there awaits a night of pure delight for me.

The smells of warm fresh bread,
the tango strums its’ magic,
I run my open palm along the cold to -touch wall,
as slowly I rise to the penthouse of  my fantasies,
this tango dances with my heart beat.
I reach into my jeweled embroidered handbag,
and touch a drop of perfume behind each ear,
the glow of  candlelight, makes powder blue reflections,
as I check my face and makeup in the small  gold compact mirror.
Even though it is my first time here,
never having seen this side of the walls,
all seems familiar and I anticipate what legend has written
on tongues of  giggling girls who might have walked before
these  corridors of candle glow and long romantic halls.

The elevator stops in front of a french door,
gears cease their whirling,
and I feel the tightening of expectation
as I press my finger to the small bell,
waiting to be let in.
Rich blue calms my soul, I hold my breath.
What is on the other side,
could be my night of beginning love
or be  another one- night death.
Oh lottery of  romance, intensely blue,
I choose to keep on loving and not playing you!
One shadow approaches, with one click of a lock,
I am flooded with dim lamplight against the blue of this loft,
and my red painted lips,
meet the blue of his eyes….

Karima Hoisan,
March 17, 2011
PZ, Costa Rica RL
©2011 all rights reserved

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City Terrace

his favorite

"Sitting on his terrace he observes the new born infant emerald city"

(click to hear some dreamy music for this dreamy image)
“Her”~ Stan Getz

City Terrace

for David Denton Architect and Artist

Sitting on his terrace he observes the new born infant emerald city,
Blown like glass from his inspired patient breath of giving.
Who might come to sit on awe-upholstered couches lost in thought?
As sunset pales to lightest tear-drop green of high-rise living.
In this fragile, temporal world of molded, bending, glorious light,
Few will hold an invitation to watch an evening fantasy take flight.

There would be no dull lack, nor emptiness on this privileged perch,
Every twisted turn and angle, pulls an eye and tugs a heart to view.
He rests, a humble artist’s servant, to his lucid dreaming fashion,
Of splattered green -ribbed walls, that let the glow shafts through,
And in the final fading hours of sea water, virescent playful light,
He smiles on city terrace, that he blew free, from seed to lofty height.

Karima Hoisan
March 15,2011
PZ Costa Rica RL

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Before The UnCreation

 

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earthquakes and tsunamis shifting our axis

please enjoy this song that compliments the poem~
Love Me Tender~Nicholas Cage

Before The UnCreation
~~~~~*****~~~~~

Before the UnCreation,

when all this turns

to anti-matter,

black holes chewing

on nearby galaxies,

earthquakes and tsunamis

shifting our axis,

whole cities unraveling,

frogs going extinct,

ebola erasing the apes,

e-coli or melanomas

erasing our neighbors,

while the ice caps

keep on melting…

I wish the world

to know I believe,

that anything we did,

for anyone for love,

with no conditions,

or  limits,

or expectations,

even in the last days…

it Did

make a difference.

Karima Hoisan
© 2010 all rights reserved

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