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I have been stressing a bit, lost in a new video project, and just not feeling very poetic, as of late. I had the idea to make Cosmos & Nova Pt. 3…. my ducklings who are loved by all those between the ages of 2 and 102..:) at least I hope they are… and since we are in October well Trick or Treating seemed like a good idea…..except for the fact they are non-walking ducklings (they only swim) and they are much harder to herd and film than cats!!
It has been a lesson in try this try that..and I almost felt like I had bit off more than I could chew..and then a BREAKTHROUGH!! and Voilá it is starting to look like a movie.
My co-star Dale who plays Mrs. to my Mr. Merlin
Mr. & Mrs. Merlin >>I am the one wearing the pants:)
is on an “only child vacation” far from the internet, and not much in contact and certainly can’t film scenes…So until he returns, I decided to work on the end.. the Halloween party and here is a small Teaser..tiny tiny one:) Hope it will get you interested to see the real movie when it is posted for Halloween:) Watch in Fullscreen and ENJOY!!!
I woke up to the surprise that my poem/YouTube is being featured today on Hotel by Masticadores. I mean, I’m sure Michelle Ayon Navajas, the dynamic editor had told me it was scheduled, but I had totally forgotten.
Thank you Mich!! Thanks for choosing Greenscreen, a poem/song close to my heart. In this day and age, online relationships can be risky and not what they appear to be.
A friend of mine and I had exactly this experience…..so I worked it out by writing Greenscreen. The music is my own, but my son’s keyboardist from his group arranged it and recorded my voices. Please watch in fullscreen and enjoy…Many of you already know it, but hoping you will enjoy it again:) on Hotel and please watch it on YouTube.
Please Click Play below to hear me recite the poem to “Loucura” by Mariza
The Tree of Love by Dale Innis on Midjourney
It’s Always Been About Love
It all comes down to love in the beginning, the middle and the end. There is no better reason to be alive… There is no other memory that’s worth remembering. Tell each one that you have loved, how much that time meant to you, that month, that year, that marriage, when you were loving them and they were loving you. Tell your children, how you learned to love them before they were even born, how picking out their name, the baby bed, their clothes, filled you with a joy like waiting for Christmas morning or the three days of Eid. Tell your best friend, your co worker youalways enjoyed working with, the enemy that you learned to forgive and to love and love was your reward as it always is, when you learn to forgive. Love and peace of mind are the rewards for forgiving.
While there is life there is time, to seek out your loves and thank them for sharing your life… for that moment in time Tell your kitties, your dogs your birds that fly free, your loyal horses, how much they mean to you. and why not….? Thank that little fridge that hums in your room, that resilient mylar tiger in the form of a helium balloon. Thank the beach ball that floats in the pool, waiting for you to come and play. Thank everyone and everything in your life that adds up to make one more good day. Really it was never about success or fame or winning some game It’s always been about love…
Please Press Play to Hear me recite it to a beautiful song by Ilham Al Madfai
“I cried because I had no shoes …..
It was 1958…. at eleven years old I was sure I was the only one to lose my father. Everywhere I looked, all my friends had two parents, but I had one. The grief was profound, mixed with much unwarranted guilt that somehow I had killed him, I fell into a deep depression .
On Thanksgiving, the teacher was saying how we ALL had so much to be thankful for.. She begangiving examples … ourlives, ourhealth, and our parents… When she said “our parents” I felt a bayonet had spilt my chest wide open I got up from class and I started running, and I ran all 6 mileshome .
I didn’t pray much in those days, I felt God had abandoned me. I felt somehow chosen to be the one to suffer,and I cried out “Why me?” In this state I met a new girl who had come to our school, at the end of the year. She was quiet and withdrawn and knew no one. She had that disadvantage of trying to fit into a classroom full of strangers Something about her, drew me to talk andI welcomed her to our class .
I sensed in her a sadness, that went beyond shyness and I was drawn to her. We became friends and my friends became hers. Very soon after we found ourselves at a pajama party one Saturday night. While the other girls were looking at magazines we started to talk about ourselves. I told her, my father had died a few months before, and I could not seem to get over it.
She told me she too was suffering a loss and that even though her aunt & uncle had cautioned her to never utter a word, she felt she wanted to talk about it.. We were two preteen girls opening our hearts one night to share our grief. She told me, one Friday night, a few weeks before, while she was at the movies, her troubled older sister, took a gun and shot and killed her mother and father. In an instant, she lost her whole family, her home , her school,her sister taken away…
She came to live with her aunt and uncle, in a new city, at a new school and hopefully just put that all behind her. The next year they all moved to a new state and a new town and I never saw her again. I have thought about her so much over the years, I have thought about this expression, “I cried because I had no shoes …..until I met a man who had no feet.”
About 2 months ago, I set out to find her. I wanted to know if she were still alive, if she remembered me I wanted to ask her one question and I wanted to say thank you. After much searching, and the fact she had not changed her name, I found her. She was in the US and I left a message on her machine. When we connected again by phone, 66 years later, my question was, “Have you had a good life?” She answered me “Yes, I have had a good life.” I told her I had had a good one too.
We started off with trauma and loss and yet we had turned it all around, so that both of us, in our own ways had set out on paths to the rest of our lives, and they were good ones. I thanked her for that night in 5th grade, huddled on our beds, sharing our grief, and our tears. It taught me a great lesson and also brought out my compassion and my gratefulness She brought me a pair of shoes, even when she had no feet.How could I ever forget that?
Karima Hoisan Sept. 26, 2024 Costa Rica
* Footnote, This is a true story and I have just recently reconnected with her.She remembered me immediately:) We have written a few emails and I do believe,it has been a beautiful experience for both of us:)
The expression: “I cried because I had no shoes …..until I met a man who had no feet.” These words are generally attributed to Helen Keller. However, others identify William Shakespeare and Mahatma Gandhi as the first to coin this phrase.
I know we’re not even close to Halloween, but I have jumped the gun to talk about my favorite characters of the darkside, Vampires! Back in the 70’s living without electricity in my Swamp House, in Costa Rica, someone from the USA, came to visit me and among other fantastic gifts, like peanut butter, and canned cranberries and other delights not available in my town (population about 60 adults) or even the country, they handed me a book with the intriguing title, “Interview With The Vampire” by Ann Rice. As one reviewer put it: “Here are the confessions of a vampire. Hypnotic, shocking, and chillingly sensual, this is a novel of mesmerizing beauty and astonishing force—a story of danger and flight, of love and loss, of suspense and resolution, and of the extraordinary power of the senses. It is a novel only Anne Rice could write.”
I had never read anything like it and it gave me a whole other way of seeing these creatures of the night as I devoured the book by candle light. This is where my love affair with vampires took root in my mind and then maybe 30+ years later in 2007, they glided back into my life when I joined Second Life and realized I could become one!! I did not let that chance go by, but snatched it up and voilá, I was a Vampire:) As I say in another post referring to this time:
Giving a Poetry Reading as a Vampire
“That first time I looked at my glowing white skin, a vampire smile, two filed fangs and oh my god… how gorgeous! as I hovered off the ground I am that sad Goth Girl from way back when growing up in front of a mirror and I finally see myself!!”
We made our own rules as to what kind of vampires we would be… Some ran around biting people, I just walked the walk and dressed the part…a more fun loving vampire who took her nourishment from plasma packs (sometimes concealed in wine glasses) and not human juglar veins:)
Wore gloves for formal dinners:) Smoked strange pipes of indeterminate substances Always very kind to my kitties Played out some amazing scenes Hung Out With my Fish Sissies
And even had a Family:):) This brings me to Dale’s Birthday which was yesterday, September 22! Last year on this date we were at the beach of Costa Rica, in The Real!!! mesmerized by a sunset:) This year I sent him a special little Birthday Card while I was traveling through the trees
And…since Dale was not in Costa Rica and I was not in New York, I gifted him a new vampire look and a lovely sailboart ride around the lake. “Happy Birthday Dale!!” 🎂🎁🎉🌹✨ Vampires ROCK in Second Life!!
The Landing at Gino’s Butterfly and The note and drawing my granddaughter Danna, made for him .gif by Thirza Ember
Yesterday we had the pleasure of hosting the very well-known and loved Hypergrid Safari, guided and conceived by Thirza Ember an amazingly active avatar who gets people to travel all over the Open Virtual World and see what people are creating. They visited The Wizard last year and yesterday we welcomed them on Gino’s Butterfly: https://www.kitely.com/virtual-world/Karima-Hoisan/Ginos-Butterfly I will use some clips from Thirza’s Blogspot and .gifs from her post as well as Photos Dale took and a few scenes I could shoot while being a host. It was multitasking at it’s best!! Here we were, Dale & I nervously waiting…when the tour bus rolled in:) They seemed to come all together..it was wild:) They just started appearing:) I gave some instructions so all could enjoy the experience to the maximum. When everyone had arrived, Dale made the tour ready to take. This tour was his baby from the beginning..He scripted it to be smooth and low lag and it worked!!
And they were off!!! One at a time, they would sit in the chair, then begin to fly along the whole Timeline of Gino’s life, Gino’s fashion sketches, lining the way.
Off to the Korean War
New York and Beverly Hills are next
Just Fly right in:)
Then it was off to Beverly Hills and Gino and his partner, James Ottóbre, hard at work in their boutique, “Ottóbre’s”
Flying Through Beverly Hills Rodeo Drive Section
A Total Left Turn… in the early 1970’s…They Dropped Out to The Wilds of Rural Costa Rica
Take A Seat…It’s About To Begin
The Chrysilis starts to form around Gino’s prone body
It was one of those magical moments when strangers feel so moved they all get tears. I was so moved and I have seen this last part so many times and yet, seeing it with all the visitors from the Safari made it even more emotional for me.
There was only one thing we all needed after this emotional ending..Line Dancing!! How avatars love to dance..It’s universal so we ended this amazing
Tour of Hypergridders by dancing to Tropical music and a nice Q&A section before they took off for their next destination!!
Y’all Come Back..Yhear??
Thanks again to Thirza for letting me rip apart her blog post for her great snapshots, gifs and comments. Thank you Dale for the other photos and I salvaged a few video clips..
For those non avatar friends on my blog, I hope you can get a better idea of what traveling in the virtual world is like:):) Maybe you’ll join us next time:)
My sincere thanks and grateful shout-out to Michelle Ayon Navajas (WordPress’s own Mich) for inviting me to Hotel. This is the third out of three Spoken Words, Hotel has published this year. Please listen to it on YouTube. My own original Cajun Blues music is the background for the poem. This is not a video, just a Spoken Word. The words of the poem are below:) In the late 1970’s I lived in a Swampy area of Costa Rica. This image is the original sign that hung off my porch. Enjoy!!
Swamp House
Wading to the front door in thigh high boots, the night falling to the ground before my eyes. Anything I could imagine, could be imagining me, I just wipe it from my mind, all that paranoid debris.
Passion is the flame that lights my way. I let my intuition call me out tonight. It’s too dark now, to see my hands in front of me; The mud’s like quick sand, sucking and pulling at my feet.
But…there’s a light on, you left it on the porch so I could see. I didn’t even have to let you know, because it’s on every night. Just in case I feel you and your Swamp House calling me… Just in case I get the urge to live a little dangerously…
Please Click Play to hear me recite my poem to the music of Angel Canales, “Dos Gardenias
What I Was Too Afraid To Say
The things Iheld back and never told you then make my heart beat faster today so many years later a giddy nervousnessstarts to take hold of me when I remember I was too scared to just tell you the truth
How many times in our lives have we censored ourselves maybe out of embarrassment, insecurity, or to avoid rejection, to not make a smooth ride more awkward by revealing too much? Today I’m sorry I didn’t let you know how you affected me.
How just your voice, I could listen to all night, how your mind worked, your sensitivy was on display. Rare a man that is so sure of himself to let his guard down, just minutes after saying “Hello, I really wanted to talk to you “
Well I felt that way too, it was so easy, almost urgent to be honest and yet all these lights going off I tried to extinguish, put them out… just so I would not have to think on what could come next, and what that might mean inthe bigger picture of our lives.
I felt thrilled to meet you, few nowadays at this age, make me say that. I have my friends, tried and true, years I have polished them, my jewels, but you were so new… so very new, and I was caught off guard all night I really wanted to dance, but I had no right to ask, and glad that moment passed.
As it has all turned it, well it feels so right, today we aregood transparent friends, and, hopefully for the rest of our lives.
Karima Hoisan September 15th (Independence Day 🇨🇷) Costa Rica 🇨🇷
Please Click Play to hear my poem to an Instrumental Blues by Dan Sverdlin
Love On A Loop Will there ever come a time that I am over you? Where nothing again will remind me of you? Where a full moon is just an astronomical event? Where a cool- blue night only makes me grab a sweater?
And I am not inspired to run and find a paper and pen to peck out my thoughts that begin churning up again… and I no longer shiver as your specter passes through and I no longer conjure you up when even I least expect it.
Love on a loop, you just seem to pass through my life so randomly I’m in the mundane,when I‘m handed you… and you’re handed me. and I am triggered by a scent, a song, a thought not even mine and I have been taken over, full possession for just a limitedseries.
I’m that lady who doth protest too much, soon no one will believe me they will walk to my house, twist their smiles, when they ask me So are you finally over So & So who seemed to drive you crazy
We’re not actually sure if we should feel pity for you, or perhaps a bit of envy.
Mid 1970’s Costa Rica *Foreword: After writing my post “Voiceless with You” the nostalgia was heavy in the air. The music in that post, reminded me of someone from my real life (that I have written about here before) and all of a sudden, I was inspired to try and write some country western music in Garage Band and make a real-life follow-up of that post… Voilá…this is it. To my own music, I invite you to hear my recording of “Paper Maché” Just Press Play:)
Paper Maché I know a man who is fading away so charismatic full of vitality, just his name rang out like thunder so well respected by the town but years came rushing in on him and brought sickness and hard times and all of a sudden, this man who I fell in love with the first time that we danced, begins to get vertigo, unsteady on his feet, walks with hesitation for fear offalling and his spirit drowns, right in front of me tied to the weight of all those calamities.
The shell that I see standing there is no longer anyone that I know yet, he still lives in one piece in my memory and nothing and no one can change that. I loved him in that time and oh yes, I know he loved me… but life and many years, did such cruel things to us both, that today we are a couple made of paper-maché with one strong wind we could both blow away.
But he still makes me want to stand up straight after years of limping around bent over in an S, and let him take me in his arms again… If we could stay upright for one slow-dance, I would hear my bucket list give out a sigh of satisfaction and all my dreams, that I left until the end .….would come true.
Always very kind to my kitties 
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