“Twinkle Heart” by Dale Innis on Midjourney AI
Please Click on Play to hear me recite the poem, “Twinkle Heart” to my own audio track written on my new Garage Band.
Twinkle Heart
My twinkle heart sees through the flesh & bone; It knows just where it really has to go, if it’s to see the essence pure, the glowing soul, inside the loved one, it’s desired now to know.
It moves beyond the trappings and the sheen, the subtle masks we wear to keep others away. It bores and penetrates until it finds that gem “Hello my friend, I knew you were exactly this way!
You may as well not try, for to resist is a losing game. Keep your wits about you and before time runs out, feel my sincere wish to roam through all your inner sanctums, to really and finally know what you are all about.
I love you, my twinkle heart knew it from the start so just surrender once to this heart’s desire. Allow it to light a glowing candle in your darkest rooms and melt the years of solitude, with just a twinkle set your own afire.
I am so filled with gratitude that we threw that brick into the screen, that held us trapped inside virtuality. Although that world has its charms and we both move so smoothly through it. We work on and conjure up anything we can dream, but there is much to be said for touch, something we have learned to imagine over the years but not in a million could we feel our fingers entwine feel the salty breeze on our faces and hear every wave simultaneously together as we sit admiring the roaring sea and smell the ocean brine.
This great gift has not gone unnoticed or unappreciated by either of us… Driving through the mountains, swimming and floating, clapping giggling overwhelmed by the mariachi band, singing Happy Birthday to you..watching you become 10 again, so full of childlike glee. The quiet moments surrounded by Nature.. My friends already feeling like they know you hugs and smiles and tears of awe So glad we did this….so very grateful that we threw that brick into the screen, that held us trapped inside virtuality.
“After 12 years of working together, we finally meet
And one afternoon, InshAllah we’ll sit on the sand
While the sun sets into the water, and finally hold hands.”
Dale Innis & Karima Hoisan
Taken in Dominical Costa Rica September 22, 2023
“The North Atlantic” by Dale Innis on Midjourney AI
Please Click Play to hear my Spoken Word version
to the beautiful music of Josh Peterson “Power Of Love”
North Atlantic Eyes
I looked into your North Atlantic eyes and I was hypnotized,
a wanderer upon your swells I fell one thousand feet into your sea, but obviously
I did not drown, nor did I float away. I swam and felt your liberty, your rhythmic waves
of rolling consciousness, washing over me. Surrender pulls me down and you envelop,
the moon is now your face suspended over me.
And if I had a submarine to plummet down
through your mysterious depths, Right past the closing portholes where I approach,
your last embarrassing ship wreck, I would uproot that anchor you so proudly wear,
and you would not stop me. I would paint graffiti on your bright washed public deck,
and you would also help me.
We both know when it’s best, when control is not within our hands,
but in the hands of fate, When there’s a wood pile that sits nearby
and the fire’s measured to keep its own-self burning. We might write a symphony with just our tangled hair,
or we may never meet again. We might get sickly drunk on love, where neither you nor I
can remember how to think again.
When I swim inside those North Atlantic eyes,
I feel azure’s charms from tales of days of old. Although my blue eyes carry seas of memories,
your promise sails me past them so intrepidly. You can push me off that cliff, as many times as you see fit,
in falling, I am free to fall in you. You can count the beats my heart repeats,
or wind me like a clock tonight, it all makes me fall in you.
I looked into your North Atlantic eyes and I was hypnotized,
a wanderer upon your swells. I fell one thousand feet into your sea, but obviously
I did not drown, nor did I float away. I swam and felt your liberty, your rhythmic waves
of rolling consciousness, washing over me. Surrender pulls me down and you envelop,
the moon is now your face suspended over me.
Karima Hoisan Feb. 4, 2012 Misty Shores, Second Life
Please Click Play to Hear my Spoken Word To The Music of Angelo Badalamenti (Blue Velvet) “Mysteries of Love”
Just Say…..
I always thought when a man would propose he would choose the most romantic place; he would pick the perfect time and weather; the lighting would be dim and birds would sing.
I never expected him to be wearing a brown suit. Brown, to me, is only the color of shoes not suits and in this diner, with garish wall paper, I wanted to cry When he told me, he could not bend on one knee.
The floor was just too filthy; it was not swept and dirty. So he sat there looking out at the customers, not at me and said in sort of a brown monotone voice, “Carolyn, would you marry me?” I too looked out at the customers and didn’t even hesitate, I said “No” and I’m sure I dodged a bullet. When everything is so wrong…. You just have to say “No.”
Photo taken by me in a Second Life Art Installation in 2011 built by claudia222 Jewell
This poem first appeared on my blog in 2011 when no one yet was reading it:)
Click Play to hear my recital to the haunting cello music of David Darling’s “Minor Blue.”
Wishing To Be Freed
On alien air kisses I hovered passing close to you beast and angel becoming one inside of me. That odd orange and green was our night’s color scheme multicolored moving glows, surrounding our cracked halos.
How familiar it did seem, as if in my last lucid fluid dream, I remembered how I breathed and each breath took me deeper. We pump our themes under frightened canopies. We pump our lives into each other just to catch that extra breath, because loneliness passes in swimming schools, and our eyes stay fixed and we choose not to look or move.
Should we trade our passion for smiles, or let it drift into visions until it pours and floats away? Like a small remembering, old youth circulates in our sap, our blood our beast. Whipping it back into form, the colors sadly fading, we choose to cage it, in tufted bubbles of sobriety. Sweet dark perception… savage calling… stay away! Intent is so much more than the crime and these eyes can not help but plead guilty to wishing to be freed.
Most of you who read my blog know who Dale Innis is. He has been a friend and collaborator with me for almost 13 years in virtual worlds. He has been in most of the movies I made with Natascha, is a master scripter (coder) and makes us avatars move. We have built more than 12 virtual worlds together, worked on my live poetry readings and too many other projects to even list.
We have, for some reason, never decided to meet in real life (most people in the virtual don’t by the way) but this year…IT”S DIFFERENT!! I am going to throw a great birthday party….
with Mariachis 🎉🎂🎈💃🏻🎸 for Dale Saturday Sept. 23’rd (his birthday is the 22nd) in Costa Rica and Dale will make like a jet setter and spend a whirlwind 3 days with us in my home.
I wrote this poem for this MOMENTOUS occasion:):) Click Play & Enjoy & Wish Us Luck!!:)
Before The Afternoon Rains
For Dale Innis
Before the afternoon brings the rains
We will soak up the blue sky, the giggling birds
marveling at each shade of perfect green,
The luck we made to be together in this scene
A whirlwind through a weekend
We are both crazy and we know it..
No skyscrapers here, just mountains and the sea
No avatars, we are the real deal you and me.
Could this change anything as we know it?
Of course it will change everything and nothing
We are just the same souls we’ve always been
changing our perfect avatars for imperfect skin.
Am I excited? Well that goes beyond saying…
After 12 years of working together, we finally meet
And one afternoon, InshAllah we’ll sit on the sand
While the sun sets into the water, and finally hold hands
Before the afternoon brings the rains
We will soak up the blue sky, the giggling birds
marveling at each shade of perfect green,
The luck we made to be together in this scene
My son, Julian, the singer/musician is also a real estate agent at the beach.
He invested about a month ago in a drone to take videos of the properties he was listing. Then he got the bug to experiment a bit and learn as much as he could by flying it in different occasions. Julian has a good eye for filming and also editing. The first video I will share is of our living/dining room, hallway in the house. It is much harder to fly a drone smoothly indoors and he did this one for practicing, but when he showed it to me, I loved it and added some music so..I present, a few parts of our house to some lovely Arabic music.
Click Play and Enjoy it in Full Screen:):) Drone footage by Julian:) Featuring “Bubbles”
The second video is some footage he shot today because I had been asking him to try. For the last three days, exactly when I swim my laps, the vultures have been grabbing air currents and flying almost over our house. I had written a poem in 2008 called “Oh to be a Vulture” and I used to do it to the music you will hear. Well he managed to get some shots although he says he thinks he can do it much better next time, but I was so excited to see what he got and tickled to see me from 500 feet above in my pool:) heehee That I couldn’t wait and recorded my poem with the music I use by Peter Kater & Carlos Nakai “Geronimo’s Surrender” Please enjoy my town and home and our vultures as seen as only a drone can see them:) Click Play and Enjoy it in Full Screen!
Oh To Be A Vulture
glide easily on wind,
painting circles without effort,
capturing the updraft
perhaps,
hiding in a low cloud
and then…
It would be I,
that tiny black
rotating spot
reflected in my
grounded,
envious,
eyes.
With every breeze,
I would do it
all over again.
My plumed ailerons
lifting,
tacking
on each
contrary breeze;
while I dodge
to my advantage,
sky’s the limit
for each flight.
And as winds
change and
leaves rustle;
Air swirls, at take-off time.
“Meet you at the
top of the crest,”
push off and out,
rising,
circling
higher,
wider
just for the
Joy
the
Luck,
that I was now
A Vulture.
Karima Hoisan
2008
Costa Rica
“Her Muse”(Acrylic) A Gift in 2020 From The Artist Jan Betts
A small forward: My friend Menubar Memorial (great name!) sent this YouTube to me. He said, “Here you go Buddeh, I think you’re going to love this song” And he was right!. My muse loved it first and said, “I can do something with this” I had no idea what she had in mind (no idea it was an ode to her) just followed her lead and her instructions and ….this is the result. To the music:”Hillbilly Moon Explosion- My Love For Evermore (Feat Mark Philips” I give you Her Muse- The Poem. Click Play & Enjoy! Words are below
Her Muse
Such a crazy brilliant witch my intractable mysterious muse…. you just you! Your fascinating head, loves almost everything that I show to you or do But before I even know it, music is a poem forming out of the nada in the making And what you whisper in my ear, yes every single line is so breathtaking.
If someone asked me about your tastes, well it’s not an easy answer Because you can love everything at any time and live Life like a dancer. And you have taught me to trust your mind when it pops up in my head Feel free to dictate daily while I, your scribe, write until it’s ready to be read.
You sort of caught me off guard again, when you pointed me to this song You made me see It was part of your process that I have known for so long. Even though I don’t get it right away, I know you do and it will work out just fine, I gave you this bouquet of flowers, to show you I’m forever yours & your forever mine.
My muse, what would I be without you? Taking my hand in yours, you drink from the fountain first. I’m your willing slave girl, who role plays to your creative dominance just to quench my thirst. The aura of enigma, that floats around you, makes you a target for those who don’t believe They have come up with this weird half-baked theory, that you are nothing more than part of me.
That’s so wrong…how can they not see?
Such a crazy brilliant witch my intractable mysterious muse…. you just you! Your fascinating head, loves almost everything that I show to you or do But before I even know it, music is a poem forming out of the nada in the making And what you whisper in my ear, yes every single line is so breathtaking.
Karima Hoisan August 26, 2023 Costa Rica
Footnote: When Jan gave me this painting, I had yet to write a poem for it. Three years later it finally arrived:) You have seen it before on my Blog Header and for those that did not see the original post about the painting you can find it here: “Her Muse” By Jan Betts
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