Love Knows….

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For P.

Love knows how to find its way back home.
It never gets lost forever in the void.
It sometimes strays a ways for days,
but takes all the shortcuts on its return.

It can be so capricious, not even love knows what it wants
It can run away to figure it out, but with time it always does
It can be mortally wounded and yet it can get strong again
It can cry and lose all hope, then fill with hope and run back.
It can forgive and it can forget.
It can forgive and forget.
It always forgives and forgets…..and is love again
And it loves again… because it’s really love and love knows.

Love knows how to find its way back home.
It never gets lost forever in the void.
It sometimes strays a ways for days,
but takes all the shortcuts on its return.

Karima Hoisan
December 26, 2019
Costa Rica

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Ahh December…A Month of Anniversaries and Milestones

It was four years ago this month, Karima was sitting, reading in her garden

 It was four years ago this month,  Karima was sitting, reading in her garden, most likely a book of verse, when someone said to her,
“I am watching the Discovery Channel on my television and they are talking about a strange virtual world, they call it Second Life.”
Luckily she was reading on her laptop (smiles) so she put in the address he told her, and before she knew it, she was yelling from the garden to the house,

“Oh what fun, I will make an avatar, and choose a name.
I am going to be “the girl-next-door model”
“What do you think of the name “Karima Hoisan”?

“Ha ha I am learning how to fly.”
“I just had a conversation with a parrot”
“This looks pretty amazing… Come see!”
I took the first photograph of myself, which would be the first of thousands, and not knowing how to use my camera very well, was a straight noob shot from behind.

and then I fell off of Avatar Island and landed on what would be my home..forever

 and then I fell off of Avatar Island and landed, on what would be my home…forever.
How many memories, tears, laughter, learning curves, creative flops and successes, loves, losses, dreams in windlight, frustrations, and moments of utter bliss, in these last four years?!! Family was born, and some were lost, friends were made, tested with time and they lasted..some left themselves  along the way, and didn’t make it to today, while some disappeared into the night, like fog.
If I had it to do all over again, I would in a heart beat.
Second Life  changed my life in way, that four years later I am coming to understand, and to harvest and collect the creative fruits, daily, monthly, yearly.
Then one year ago this month, an idea that was born almost in the first few weeks of my Second Life journey, was realized in the publishing of my first poetry book in world, entitled, “Digital Rabbit Hole” My publisher BellaLuna Galaxy suggested, no actually she insisted, I start a blog too at the same time, to promote my book,  announce my readings, or for whatever I might want to share with those who enjoyed my poetry. I could not imagine at the time, what I would ever say in a blog, and fought this idea, pretty insistently…until I lost. I was sort of like a SouthPark character walking away, mumbling to herself,
“Ok. Ok. I’ll keep a blog (grrr) Sheesh@!”
Now a year later, I look back so fondly, and see BellaLuna knew what I never could imagine, that a blog, takes on its own life, and through it, I have had so many incredible experiences, and inspirations, so many friends, who I connected with even more deeply by sharing my posts with them, and the whole year has been an amazing experience. I tried, sometimes less successfully than others, new things, new mediums for me and art forms. Stories were born, videos were made, and adventures were had.
If I had it to do all over again, I would in a heart beat.
I close with this video, the first ever made for me, by my friend Fidel, another Second Life jewel discovered when I wasn’t even looking for jewels. This was the promotional video for my official book launching on Galaxy Isle, and those who were there, will testify that we crashed the sim that day. Milestones and Memories of December! Thank you all for making my Second Life and this blog such a joyous experience for me.. Happy Holidays to you, and thank you for letting me show and share and learn to love you.


Thin Air

In this thin air of real life
Only duty can call me to return
For nothing is as glorious as a
Sunset in windlight,
Descending sphere we’ve come to love
Hypnotizing glow and burn.

Oh Second Life you swallowed me
Took me by surprise,
Creative rapture!
I am the willing victim
Of your virtual possession,
Digital rabbit hole…
How you enthrall then capture.

I dream in your reflecting colors
Of shifting shapes,
I weep to see so much beauty on your  shores,
And in the souls of
Some few special ones
I find I burst into
Emoting seeds and spores.

I stand in awe and let myself be moved.
Love here knocks , it calls in  many ways.
My door is always open
To your changing scenes,
My heart expands with each
Oxygen -rich day

I breathe you in,
Thick..
so full of life, spontaneous laughter
How thin the air above ,
all day the grey it makes me choke,
I almost lost the will to live
just could not see a why for it
‘Til I was rezzed upon your land
Oh, changed forever after.

Karima Hoisan
March 21,2008
Costa Rica

An excerpt from
“Digital Rabbit Hole”
copyright 2010 all rights reserved

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La Caja de Oro – The Gold Box

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La Caja de Oro
Para E.

Me dijiste:
“Este momento..este momento exacto que estamos viviendo
quiero guardarlo en una caja de oro…
cada pensamiento, cada palabra suspirada
cada paso, cada segundo, cada gemido.”

Te dije:
“Yo soy tu poeta, y para ti, construyo esta cajita
con solo mis humildes palabras y mis pobres estrofas
con mi amor, tejo el techo con mosaicos de nuestra historia
con estos meses de pasión, de lujuria y sequía y espera
Con los dolores propios y los de todos que nos rodean
Con lágrimas de risa y llantos de frustración
Te voy a regalarte esta cajita para los recuerdos
los momentos únicos que hemos vivido, y que seguimos viviendo
Tu decides cuales son que tu quieres guardar,
y yo estiro los lados cuando la caja se llena
y yo estiro mi corazón para amarte más cada día.”


The Gold Box
For E.

You told me:
“This moment … this exact moment we are living…
I want to store it, in a gold box …
Every thought, every sighed word
Every step, every second, every moan.”

I told you:
“I am your poet, and for you, I build this little box
With only my humble words and my poor stanzas.
With my love, I weave the roof with mosaics of our history
With these months of passion, lust and drought and waiting
With our own pains and those of everyone around us
With tears of laughter and tears of frustration
I’m going to give you this little box for memories
the unique moments that we have lived, and that we continue to live
You decide which ones you want to save,
 and I will stretch the sides when the box is full
and I will stretch my heart to love you more each day.”

Karima Hoisan
December 11, 2019
Second Life

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Boom! Connection!

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Boom! Connection!
for Maria

If it’s true what they now say,
That my memories float off into the invisible everything,
Trailing behind me and the earth all mixed up connecting,
All of us to each other and every moment to every other;
My joy is to tap into those swirling trails and bring down my poetry.

It’s no surprise to me, that every word I write, has already been written;
Been whispered in love, over and over in every language, in every way,
Until my past might be your future, and yours, the beginning of a poem.
I just sit, the stenographer of collective consciousness, copying it all to paper…
And feeling humbled and blessed to have been given my waypoint of creativity.

We have only just begun to realize the meaning of, “Nothing new under the sun.”
We shine bright then we fade, every thought in our lives still somewhere.
Nothing lost and yet nothing new, we recycle each other, and form our own collages.
You say you know what I mean and who knows? You might even be part of the dream,
The one I had last night; I might have drifted into your memory stream and….
Boom! Connection!

Karima Hoisan
December 1, 2019
Costa Rica

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When Snakes Had Legs

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When Snakes Had Legs
For Juan Ra

All the way back when snakes had legs…
and only a few believed that was true;
we sat around the fire that was melting down,
– slow burn and embers –
and shared the knowledge that was commonly known,
usually unchallenged, because, “Who held the proof otherwise?” and it was
easier to believe in impossible things,  than to throw oneself against a wall of
elders and neighbors, who knew better, what was possible
what was not, and what was the point anyway?

The legends lived late at night and as children our mouths hung open
while we feared and doubted and wild -eyed each other,
like scientists who finally found the proof of the yet unproven
– slow burn and embers –
Glee, madness, giddy good luck, we moved closer to believing
in everything and anything told to us that night.
We warmed our hands and tried to imagine those little snake legs,
running together in unison, no slip and slither, just a parade of feet marching,
high stepping , carrying a snake on top, like a float.
“Wow! Really?’ And we became believers!

Karima Hoisan
Nov. 22, 2019
Costa Rica

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My Twilight State

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Twenty-Twenty Surgery
Oil on canvas, 30 inches by 40 inches 
By Nicola Quatrano

In my twilight state, I am not asleep, yet not awake
I am being taken by the hand..a sharp prick to my vein
I relax in the neon room of white walls and my gown for this ball
Is a surgical green and all the other guests are dressed in pale blue
with masks yet we all nod to each other politely to say how do you do?

The room is noisy with voices and conversation and I can eavesdrop if I want…
but at this moment..I want nothing more than to
watch the beautiful display
that my optic nerve has prepared for me,
as it goes to sleep, numb and throwing off patterns, memories..creating scenes: Damasks of deep blue-green…..How very lovely to be here, in this state I am thinking. Why was I ever afraid to cross the threshold?

Then someone pours, in slow motion a pitcher of coffee and cream down a gray wall..
That gets my attention and I think how could such drab colors be so lovely together?
How could I be hearing the voices say things, and not be that interested..well maybe just a little..”In 25 years I have not seen this ever” is one I remember, but then the slowly undulating stream of coffee and cream moving down the inside of my eyelids..calls once again to me…to pay attention.

Bright laser bright blue with white echoing circles..flashing and changing hue
I want to say something..as there seems to be lots of cheerful banter..I think, I am pretty quick too, but when I open my mouth to speak out…. my turn…my mouth is covered in heavy layers and… Oh, I get it..”Oh no one wants to hear from me” and I am not offended or scared.
I accept everything!

The moving rivers of color now brighter than before, snap me back
I am a captive audience of one..maybe even tied down to the bed, but none of this is important at all..
Beautiful artistic scenery, my mind is creating (I do know it’s me) and so entertaining to the very last second..
Please sit up now.. OK..I feel great. How was your eye surgery? Someone in the waiting room asks me…Oh my, I reply euphorically…my eyes bright as a child’s on Christmas day…

It was soo wonderful!!”

Karima Hoisan
Nov.1 2019
Costa Rica

 

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After The After-Sunset Reading at Circe’s

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I’m singin in the rain…by Sannie

Well, last night’s full moon reading brought out my playfulness, and a few times I almost burst into song..but I caught myself and continued reciting my poetry as only a vampire can:) What fun I had..and I hope my audience, who did all leave a pint lighter after the show’s blood drive, enjoyed it too:)

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Here I am,  putting on some high pressure motivation for donations after the show – by Sannie

Blood letting (now and then..and measured) lightens the spirit and removes toxins too…
It’s just another cleanse really;) but I digress…what a potent full moon we had…A few times I had to cast a spell, so people thought it was really daytime..(silly mortals)

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Even though the audience was lost in a swamp at night…  foto by Sannie

With just a bit more spell casting (2nd level heavy stuff…)
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They thought they were in like.. Candy Land at midday..muwaahaahaa  -foto by Sannie

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“Oh it’s soo bright and pretty”(muahaha)  foto by Sannie

By that time, I had most swept up into the current of my non-stop runaway poetry hour..
and I could just relax into my presentation and float my words on the notes.. I was most pleased with this one, as in a moment of weakness, I gave away a vampire secret.. You will have to listen to the recording to find out that shocking little tidbit:)

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Even a Vampire has a …..whaaat?   foto by Sannie

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Candlelight becomes me….muahaha

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Counts them….Luna! Stranger! Menu! Tubeguy! Dale!…..)  foto by Sannie

Here are a few more from Sannie’s clever camera and then I will add all the others taken by my lovely assitant, Dale Innis:)

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Two Tornados charging me electrically!!  foto by Sannie
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Dragonfly and Embroidered Flower Power!  -foto by Sannue

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The Thrill of Applause:)  – foto by Dale

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Sometimes we make them pets, and make them wear funny hats for Halloween….Foto by Dale

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I drew an International muti-species audience   foto by Dale

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Checks her watch…it’s sunrise soon  time for me to go     foto-by Sannie

For Those of you who could not make it to the reading , I include the recording you can stream or download and listen at your leisure..Thank you all who did come..It was a wonderful Full Moon magical night!
Recording of Circe’s Reading click HERE

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Karima’s After-Sunset-Reading at Circe’s Saturday Oct. 12 6pm slt

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Poster by Natascha Randt

Don’t be afraid…I don’t bite much:) as I will be too busy this Saturday,
October 12, at Circe’s Poet’s Sanctuary, waiting for that awful sun to go down, so I can read my poetry that I have selected for your listening enjoyment. I can be nice, and I will… I promise. I am not even delivering a particularly dark presentation, but maybe a few could be called Halloween-ish. I am what they call, a once- a- year vampire, and this happens only in the month (yes the whole month) of October! I am sure I was cursed by those old vampire legions of 2008, that used to go around biting everyone..and somehow I was only partially afflicted in this manner..a once-every-October-transformation into..moi:)
So, I know I am cutting it close, reading at 6pm, but in my part of the world, it is deliciously dark by this hour.
I hope you will join me, this coming Saturday:
Fly on little bat wings to Circe’s starting at 5pm with Open Mic in voice..then I will read on stream at 6pmslt… Please join me…I will be reading 10 new poems I have never read and a few oldies that were requested..From Bullrides & Magic to Circus Acts & Raindrops…

Try not to miss this one:)

Seductively Yours,
Karima Vamp  de Hoisan


 

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Raindrops

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Please listen to the poem, clicking here, recited to the music that inspired it.

Raindrops
For Our Planet

Raindrops beating on a metal drum creating a symphony,
In my mind, I hear so clearly, the repetitive syncopated harmony.
While the trees drop their leaves and a chill enters the scene,
I am losing myself to this rhythm of Nature’s spontaneity.

And when it doesn’t rain a long long time………. we all start to die.
And when it rains for 40 nights and days ……….. we all start to die.
And when we have no water and only sun ………. we all start to die.
And when we have only water and no ground … we all start to die.

Raindrops beating on a metal drum, creating awareness and sympathy,
Teaching us that harmony and balance, if not maintained, brings tragedy.
Benevolent music, hidden in plain sight, more profound than you realize,
Hold your breath and see, not only hear, the sounds as they materialize.

And when our greed is put before the common good…………  we all start to die.
And when they go deaf to our home planet’s cries…………… we all start to die.
And when we continue to use herbicides & insecticides …we all start to die.
And when the bees and birds and fish are less & less & less…….. we all start to die.

Raindrops beating on a metal drum creating a symphony,
In my mind I hear so clearly the repetitive syncopated harmony.
While the trees drop their leaves and a chill enters the scene,
I am losing myself to this rhythm of Nature’s spontaneity

Karima Hoisan
September 22, 2019
Costa Rica

*Music: Once Again (Red Snapper remix) Danny Cudd & Markus Johansson

 

 

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Who Makes The Magic?

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Who Makes The Magic?
For Toni

Who Makes The Magic?
Are you old enough to ask that question?
It usually comes at a certain age…
after believing in everything and then being disappointed

when your parents and the world tell you it was
all make believe…fake magic, fake predictable world, where reality is so boring;
that’s just the way it is and if you think it’s not….
well you are living some lie.. or some mental illness, because in reality…
There is no place for magic.. no place for memories that last a lifetime
no matter if you forget all else..
Moments and stages and weeks and years; when surreal yelled louder than the real and grabbed your attention and stole you away..like a Pied Piper of special effects…of such impossibly good times, you looked around and pinched yourself to make sure you were not dreaming..

Do We Make The Magic?
Were we born magicians, fortune tellers,
who open the future before the rest and so pick and choose and toss
all the magical moments into one hat that we wear,
then start doing our own show?
Do we have a bit of the power of persuasion and form our own posse, to easily ride along with us when we have these outrageous ideas..that sound good but…
could be impossible,
could be excessive,
might be even dangerous?
But all who ride along are sure they won’t be boring.

No one doubts they won’t be magical…and everyone knows,
those times will never be forgotten.

Does Knowing Magic Make us Look for More?
If we believe we are not the makers of magic,
that it is somehow outside our ideas and our powers…
 but by having seen it, loved in it, danced in ecstasy around it
we fell into it; then it’s  just our incredible luck, this magical moment out of sync and time.
It’s like finding an Easter egg in the Matrix,
“Surprise!” you got a quantum leap in your Life Experiences!
Then the magic becomes much easier to find and you want more.

The more you have had your breath taken away…by the unexpected and the beautifully beguiling, the more you will search it out and the easier it becomes to find it all around you..
Even in the mundane, a song, a soft rain, you can feel how in the end, it is all magic..
all-around you..the magic of awareness of being chosen for the audience,

but sometimes being the magician, and right this very moment…. of still being alive.

Karima Hoisan
September 15th 2019
Costa Rica

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