I am so thrilled to share this exciting news that the book we have all been waiting for and many of us have contributed to ….. is out and with a Bang! Thank you to Gabriela Marie Milton and her vision to put together this unique and epic compilation that today becomes a reality. I immediate bought a kindle version, while I wait two weeks for my paperback to arrive and I was struck by the symphony of voices that jump out of this anthology, from so many parts of the world. The beauty, the pain, the nostalgic and the traumas, all singing out from these pages. This is a big book and a gigantic undertaking for our beloved publisher, Gabriela. Bravo!! Bravo!!
Indulge me:) please! I am way too into helium balloons for my own good:) but..one Sun balloon today deserves to be immortalized on film. He has been flying mid level for an entire day, without touching either the ceiling or the floor. He hovers like a spaceship in one place for minutes at a time and then takes off and (would you believe it? ) falls in love!!:) Just click Play to see what I am talking about…to the sublime music of Angelo Badalamenti (May he rest in Peace) “Falling” from Twin Peaks I give you “Balloon in Love”
Please Click Play to hear me recite the poem to the music that inspired it: “Bluest Blues” by Dirty Dom (Dan Sverdlin… a dear friend from the past.)
“Blue” by Dale Innis on Midjourney
Bluest Blues
Time and time again I gave you the ultimatum to not come around me any more. I said, “Just leave me alone, in my small dark corner of the world, I don’t need to remember you, I don’t need to cry again today.” Stop this flood of imagery, that sweeps me out of sleep and stands me up in the curtained window trying to pray. Because, what once walked away better stay away. The wave you waved behind, like I’ll see you around sometime still haunts my nights and days.
The bluest Blues was what you left behind for me to find. It got painted on my walls, dressed me in its darkest shades so deep and made me think of the ocean where one can go to eternally sleep. If I knew you had plans to return, I wonder what I’d do? Probably not even believe you… Probably just cover my ears and walk far away from you.
Do you have any idea how the daylight looks now to me? The baddest blue hues are swaying off all the clouds and trees and not you or anyone prepared me for what I would finally see, The blood of my broken heart, now the bluest blue painting everything wildly in abstract zig zag paths, running down the front of me… the saddest bath.
Because, what once walked away better stay away, The wave you waved behind, like I’ll see you around sometime when you knew you’d never see me again, still haunts my nights and days. Take your Blues away from me, don’t send me messages of please forgive me, in your plaintive riffs, your crying guitar just it let be…and take all the shades of blue away with you. Don’t try to talk me into anything, just because I can’t stop listening to your music on a loop.. It’s over, it’s gone, leave it lie where it fell into the Truth ……bluest Blues,
Karima Hoisan January 22,2023 Costa Rica
*Footnote: DD’s music is a muse for me. I was not planning on writing anything today…and then I heard this track….. My wild birds outside volunteered to sing back ups at a few strategic points and I said, “Sure” because they were in the right key:)
“Zoom” by Dale Innis on Midjourney Click Play to hear me recite it to “Chill Latin Salsa Café Dinner Lounge Instrumental Music”
My Syncopated Life
Syncopated Life how it gets away from me, before I even sign on the dotted line lunch is served and I need to leave.
That’s my life in a nut shell going to hell rata tatat like I’m on an automatic track.
It all goes by so fast each week before my eyes, I’m running here and sitting there and then, its the weekend again; Time flies.
Syncopated multitasking multilevel day, Run run run, with the path of the sun because I need to have it done Yesterday.
All you see of me is a blurry whirl speeding by, I’m, like a tornado on heels, the real deal Living in all the lanes my syncopated life.
There is a secret that I keep and I will tell you true, I’m fast burning out I’m about to shout Someone put the skids on me won’t you?
Then running to the galleries cuz that’s my fun, Gotta swim swim my laps before I collapse eat my lunch cuz its all good for me in the long run.
Dashing to the barber and the baker and the vet, Catch the soccer game at the stadium always the same Writing out a shopping list while dancing my Zumba set.
No doubt, my syncopated life, will probably kill me, I can’t keep up the pace and put on a good face Going to have a major breakdown if I can’t get free.
That’s my life in a nut shell going to hell rata tatat like I’m on an automatic track.
There is a secret that I will tell you true, I’m about to shout that I’m fast burning out Someone put the skids on me won’t you?
Ad lib…
I need to stop this running ‘round and put my feet up in the air, Do yoga repeats and no more double-time beats So if you see me coming, grab hold of me and keep me there
Too much zoom zoom zoom and all mixed up that’s my life in a nut shell going to hell rata tat tat like I’m on an automatic track……
Drum Roll……….
Hi everybody,
announcing the arrival of Klara Part Three, hot off the YouTube presses.
This is the last part of The Klara Trilogy.
For those of you who have not seen Klara Part One or Klara Part Two, you can find them here: Klara Part One and Klara Part Two
Also, more information on my blog post with more details on the story Klara on WP Please watch it, Fullscreen in 1080 HD and good sound.
It’s a relaxing 8 minute story and it ends here. Dale & I hope you will enjoy our efforts:)
If you did, likes and comments are much appreciated here or on YouTube.
Sit back and relax and watch Part Three, the end of the journey for our Klara:)
Enjoy!!
Please Click Play to hear me recite this poem to the instrumental of “Fade into You”by Mazzy Star
Pure Love
For Umahmad
Look at us in living color staring back from an onyx picture frame The best I could find at the time, but nothing was good enough to hold the reality of who we were in that place, we were both in, at the time, who we grew to be in the desert nights with the curtains blowing wild and free. The most subtle pure love of an entire lifetime. Against all predictions… just for each other. Pure love.
At leisure and in comfort we let our smiles speak for us Just when the lens caught our moment sublime, I had already captured it in my mind. You squeezed my hand; It was something we did when we walked up and down the cobbled streets together. Nothing can erase that memory, especially Time. “Here we are; we exist,” you could hear us saying “Oh and we know what love is, at its purist.” You don’t need to explain a thing, nor do we to you What is…just is and only comes once if you are so lucky, in a lifetime… Pure love.
Pictures may fade but not the feelings; they get put away to get on with our day, but when the lights are low, how easy it is to remember every detail, and fall into the flooding imagery, letting go, in a relentless river that flows to the very end of our story. This is the poster we made for our movie, without having any idea, what an Epic it would be. Traversing countries and the Atlantic Ocean just so much stranger than fiction, you and me. And I want the world to know; it was pure love from the day I met you,
until I put you in the ground and let you go. Pure love,
Please click PLAY to hear me recite it to some great Blues by Dirty Dom (a dear friend)
D D’s version of “I Loved Another Woman” by Peter Green
Charismatic Magic
Where did you leave your charismatic magic when you decided to get old? Did you stuff it in a second hand bin while you changed into some snarky clothes? and that’s the problem…you don’t care You keep looking for your magic where it’s not there.
Now you don’t even trip the light fantastic You’re asleep in front of the TV’s bluish glare. Before the moon can crawl over the horizon you put your self away until the light of day… and that’s the problem…you don’t even care You keep looking for your magic every wrong where.
What happened to your impossible dreams just because your hair turned to snow-white ? Did you give up that trip of a lifetime you were gonna take just because the seven dwarfs came to you one night? and that’s the problem…you don’t even care and you’ll never find your magic, looking there!
Grab a hold of yourself, I’m asking you real polite, because the magic you always had, well it’s still inside. Shake yourself out of the Sleeping Dream state tonight and wake up; skip out your door, dance a tango outside.
And repeat after me I still got my charismatic magic, it’s just hidden away inside I can feel the magic waking up, It’s yelling, ” I’m not dead; I’m still alive!” Reach in right now and hug it tight, it’ll stay with you, if you keep it in your sight. Repeat after me..my charismatic magic is always here; it never went anywhere……..
“…soul-mates out to dine on just each others artsy passions…”
I invite you to listen to my reciting of this poem, from a live reading at Tropical Reflections Costa Rica Feb. 23rd, 2011-Just Click PLAY below:
Dinner For Two for D.
Maybe it is not my place to feel what I am feeling, to twist and stretch a little room where nothing does nor can exist
into a banquet hall of fantasy.
Soul-mates out to dine on just each others’ artsy passions, and obsessions,
that make their eyes glow bright gazing over candlelight, that makes the Time lie still and wait like silver placed next to their plates,
to be picked up and then put down while color is served in twelve ascending courses, and waiters are flowing and never cease changing
the table decorations and decor.
I know it is a lot to ask,
that Time rewrite the scripts already served and eaten in the past, the sickness and the crippling, the waning and the laming,
the unrecoverable damaged goods left at both our doors. But I have fought for what my heart decries,
and I have had the patience of a mounted saint,
standing still upon her steed, now poised,
ready to storm the gates of propriety and go beyond all logic
and all reason,
there is a time to act for every season,
and I see winter comes upon us so voraciously. It’s love that bursts inside my chambers, and makes my heart grow larger
than it’s supposed to grow, It’s love that makes me throw all caution out the door, and standing now on top the tablecloth, I am the centerpiece of it, I am the crystal flower bowl of Love. I am the foolish girl who loves beyond her reach, who loves the brilliant and the futile, who loves with depth, and who loves you, and all your Art that she can eat.
Karima Hoisan October 31, 2011 LINC Island, SL
Footnote. This was done more than 11 years ago. The Artist in the poem, influenced my poetry and my video making in amazing ways. I was captivated by his brilliant use of colors. I even learned to love the color orange, I had never appreciated before. I never told him that I had fallen in love with his mind, his talent, but he was in the audience, the day I recited this poem:)
Please click Play for my Spoken Word Version to the music Suave Suave by B-Tribe
I EatColor And It Makes Me Dance
I eat color and it makes me dance. It flows into my open mouth like ribbons of sweet candy and flavors me to close my eyes. I see food where you see light beams, I reach out and taste them with my lips and my eyes roll up into my mind and I smile while color drips down my chin. I can’t help myself, this is how it’s always been. I eat color and it nibbles tenderly back on me and bathes my face. I will be obese on pale steel blue served to me on orange plates to savor with silverware of iridescent emerald spoons. My tongue feels drops of red that turn to pink that turn to dance and then… I turn around and there is a plié and I am executing it. I throw back my head and raise my arms and all the colors wash over my eyes, my nose is being courted by pale off-white whiffs, that mix withorange making peaches and creamand fantasy dreams, and I swallow it excitedly, then…. I dance**~~~~ and I dance**~~~~ and I dance!
Karima Hoisan April 13, 2011 Misty Shores Linc Island SL
Footnote: Another oldie inspired by Art in Second Life. Re-recorded and optimized… This one is for you Grace Who loves color like I do:)
Rainbow inspired by the painting “Crew Abstract” artist: Genevieve SilverCloud (Artist & Skydiver) music: “Farewell” and “Silk Road”/ Tan Dun (Please click play to hear Rainbow recited to this beautiful music)
There was a time when Rainbows wished to cast themselves out to sea, instead of meeting waves on the bend of horizons.
The blues of the deep called to their inner prisms and they longed to reflect off the moving mirrors of azure and turquoise what was in their deepest tones.
They waited in their rainbow shelters, tucked high away out of sight. They could only watch the slow tides coming in bringing them hope, and the waning tides bidding them farewell.
Day after day, they saw the ceaseless movement below them, the going out and the coming in but found no way to touch down and feel the foam, pour their colors out over the crystalline
palette of aqueous canvas,merging every shade it possessed until the sea ignited and truly felt what it was possible to feel, the touch of the Sky’s most colorful Angel, a Rainbow in glow
Humans, but only some, are just a notch below the Angels.. The rainbow saw a crew of flying figures practicing something new.
Waiting patiently, a rosy tinted virtue, it observed from behind clouds, the little group striving for perfection, diving in the sunlight, trying to duplicate the very colors and arch the Rainbow had always possessed, since before Time was counted.
Rainbows are known to smile if the sunlight hits them just right, and this one did, as it waited for the conditions needed to begin its purposeful descending flight.
All it hoped for, was one small cloud, to rain down the finest mist, the sunshine and theRainbow nature would be enough to bathe them all in bliss.
The Crew took flight, the Rainbow counted seconds of descent, and when their colorful shoots opened and began to form the magical arc of this unique alliance, The rainbow let go bathing the descending humans in the most colorful glorious glow.
Clinging to them in warm rays of purest essence It whispered to each gliding Human in a plea
“Will you take me with you until we touch the sea.?”
Karima Hoisan Aug.12,2010 Misty Shores SL
Footnote: This is the original painting by Genevieve SilverCloud, “Crew Abstract” She was a popular SL artist in my first years there and an avid skydiver. She had an exhibition of her skydiving art and this one, “Rainbow,” I performed at her opening:)
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