“Going Down…” by Karima Hoisan on YouTube

Posted on February 7, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

Hi everyone,

I have something pretty new and unusual to share with you today:)

Going Down is a poem/video for and about our Earth.

In every way, it is something very different from what I usually do:)

I felt guided (pulled is a better word) to make this film and write this poem.

It is a warning and  I composed the Industrial Music on Garage Band, to reflect it

Disclaimer, in a scene with a doll in a boat it looks like crosses are floating up. These are just particles being released from the scripted boat, and not meant to be any religious metaphor.

A special Thanks to Dale Innis who helped me create this world, “The Wizard” on Kitely Virtual Worlds and a special thanks to Kurk Mumfuzz for his many particles,  used here,  especially  the bouncing balls and the fog at the end. Please watch in fullscreen and 4K.Enjoy! Let me know here there everywhere…if you did:)

I will write out the poem, for those of you who would like to translate it:)

“Going Down”

You didn’t notice while you were sleeping

or fighting, or killing each other.

The Earth was sighing  giving up and

and saying ”it’s just too much!”

I’m going down…and she left her orbit

and let herself fall  to be carried by the tides.

It was almost  past the point of even  trying.

Earth’s entire population went to sleep

as they  fell lower, and lower.

They chose not to see reality,

this cosmic  drama unfolding.

The Earth was in pain,

but nobody was listening

The few that did wake up,

watched in horror

and felt too helpless

Lulled by pretty colors…

most  stayed in their dreams

Speeding into eternity,

ploughing through  the natural disasters,

which felt anything but natural to her,

Earth saw the small and weak

cut down too young,

the injustice of the haves

over the have nots

Earth felt the fever that was rising.

She welcomed the flood waters of the end

Every fire burned her, every bomb  broke her open…

Some might say.,

“Well  all that is  just on the surface,

the Earth can bounce back.”

The tipping point was when she could bounce back

but didn’t,

going down and starting over seemed the only way..

She let herself sink back into everything from where she came.

Mercy was the last word on her mind.

Karima Hoisan
February 7, 2025
Costa Rica



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A Pirate Story Part 2 on YouTube

Posted on February 1, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

Bonny Brave of the Belavar del Mar

This is Part 2 of A Pirate Story. Part 1 can be found here:    • A Pirate Story by Karima Hoisan  
I am a Pirate..such a pirate that I even plundered my own music and refurbished a poem to make this video.  Those who read me regularly might say, “hmmm this music sounds familiar”I did protest a bit, but in the end, my muse (as always) made me do it this way. Why?…well I hope you agree it just fits so well with the visuals and the ongoing Pirate Story. Please watch in 4K and turn up the sound.. I was proud of this track when I wrote it on Garage Band when it was just for the poem, now I think it has finally come into its own. I hope you agree. Thank you to Belavar Planiie, whose ship he gifted me is the Belavar del Mar (Castle of the Sea) Bonny Brave’s 1st ship. Enjoy and let me know.. YouTube Likes and comments are coveted:) and love to reply to comments here too:)

Here is the Poem:) 

It’s a humid balmy dawn after that last late night rain…
the vapor rises from the moorings; it’s now  way past dawn.
Tropical but mystical..it really does go hand in hand,
like you and I on the Believer del Mar
tropical but mystical, the reflection  of the sun on our face.

My hand slides up and down your skin, so smooth your marble arms
unconsciously; there’s crazy changes in my heart.
Let me sail with you, you are the beauty, Bonny Brave, you are my future pain.
I saw you in the past and now you’re here, but someday you will be gone.

Through all of this,  the insects keeping rhythm with their feet…
this entire scene, will trill away, like a dream once dreamed.
You  proved to me when all the elements are in place,
they can cause an event that will rock a world and bring it down
Before today, it was just a theory; now it’s way too late to deny.

The birds flap on high,  my heart almost stops when I see you smile.
But no, this is not the ending..  I do not accept we are being ripped apart
and I will shout it to the last star, dying on the morning sky,
“No, this is not the ending!” I do not accept we are being ripped apart.

My heart  knows the truth I’m going to lose you, one of these dawns.
You will kiss me goodbye and promise to never disappear  then take your last breath
like the waning night sky being eaten by the encroaching day.
I know I have this in store; it’s something that I’m waiting for.
I can see the future and in it…I stand alone.

Karima Hoisan
Re-edited Feb 1, 2025
Costa Rica

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Museday on YouTube

Posted on January 27, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

The Muse from Museday

Hi everyone,
I’m pretty sure most or all of you have a muse and know her pretty well.
This is my mine:)
I shot the scenes on my world on Kitely, Gino’s Butterfly and hope you can relate.
My muse encouraged me to write this very different music for it too:)
Inside YouTube, under More, the whole script is written out, so those who need to translate it can, or just leave me a comment, and I will send it to you. Enjoy in 4K and Fullscreen.
Likes and comments always welcome here and on YouTube:)



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The Return of Humanity

Posted on January 20, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

                                   Fruits, Flowers & Trees by Dale Innis on Midjourney AI Art

To the Music of Akoviani “Abstract” my reading of  the poem

The Return of Humanity

On the other side of that cloud bank
I think I see a rainbow
could it be, that changes will come down
for me… for all of Humanity.

I think that the universe has bigger faith
in us than I can see.
Pulling me up on my tippy toes, it injects me
with a bright vision of flowers and peace,
of hope in our compassion, of  bringing
back the word, humane to mean kind,
of setting aside greed
to take each other’s hand
and pull ourselves out of the grave
we are digging ourselves in….
every day.

We could trade in all the war machines
all the bombs, the bullets,  the
drones of death.. for seedlings and trees.
Can you imagine the changes that would bring?
No war , anywhere in the world,
just fruits, flowers and trees….
and the return of Humanity.

Karima Hoisan
Jan. 20, 2025
Costa Rica

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Holding My Breath

Posted on January 18, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

Holding My Breath

I’m holding my breath.
I’ve been holding it for months,
waiting for a ceasefire to be signed
as that would mean a stop
to the unending bombing to death
of men, women, and  children,
asleep in their beds.

When it was first announced I felt hope…
But… that night the bombing continued
as if to get in a few last gut punches.
Why has the bombing continued
if there is really a sincere desire to stop?

Why must children, wrapped in their flag,
happily exhausted from celebrating
the good news, the end of the violence,
the end of the bloody war
be found the next morning,
in the rubble of what was their home,
still wrapped in that same flag,
no longer a symbol of pride and hope and joy,
but a shroud for yet another small  senseless  death?

Karima Hoisan
Jan.18, 2025
Costa Rica

Footnote: I am shaking as I write this..

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My Pirate Story – Reviewed

Posted on January 15, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

I invite you to read a very well written and very interesting comparrison, by Adam Fenner  of my poem/YouTube, “A Pirate Story” to the real life story  of one of the only female pirates of the times, the infamous, Anne Bonny.
It is written clearly and beautifully and makes some very interesting points, I too was not aware of. I did not think of her when I wrote this poem, but I see now, through Adam’s analysis the uncanny overlapping  of the two stories…mine, poetic and Anna Bonny’s, historical.
Please Enjoy: 

A Pirate Story – Reviewed

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Space Tumble on YouTube

Posted on January 14, 2025 by Karima Hoisan
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Shot from Space Tumble 

Hi all,
I went and visited an older build of mine on Kitely Virtual Worlds…. a space- themed sim and I decided to capture some shots with my camera.
This is the result…:)  I was fascinated by the colors and movement of everything in that sim, in a constant rotation.
Please enjoy the result. I composed the music on Garage Band and I think it goes really well.
If you actually read my credits you will wonder why I put Narration in…haha  I now wonder too as I decided to not use any:):)  Ooops!!
Please watch in Fullscreen, 4K and turn up the sound….and Enjoy!

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A Pirate Story on YouTube

Posted on January 8, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

Hi everyone,

happy to share my latest video with you and hope you enjoy it.
I bet you didn’t know that in a past life, I was a pirate:) 
Please watch in Fullscreen and 4K.
If you enjoyed it, Likes and comments on YouTube are highly appreciated:)

A Pirate Story
This ship you see
bears the name  My Lost Beauty
I did not name her idylly
after it became mine…
I gave her the only name
that she could possibly be
knowing how she came to me.

I survived because of the blessing,
I was the only one to believe,
if I stood each day break
when the Goddess Turina
came up from the depth and showered
her blessing over me.

My ship came to me in the time
of the boiling Corona Seas,
when sailors one by one succumbed
to this  invisible dreadful disease
all the fish dried up  in the sea and the pirates died
and I was left alone, to enjoy the spoils of plunder
The buildings and businesses now empty
I was left all of this ..everything the eye can see
but in someways I was  left with nothing

It became meaningless all of it,
too many memories, when everywhere
was filled with life, now death had silenced
all the joy, the good pirates and the bad
all cut down equally..until I was the only one
who still sailed these poisoned lifeless  seas,
I took pleasure in beauty..
in  my hands I gathered seeds
from all the islands near & far  and planted them
reveling in their color, they were Nature’s Art
come to comfort me. This and the feeling of the winds
opening the sails, was the only thing that could comfort me.

Here at the Pirate’s Pub
I  saw the best come & go
the drinking and song
the fights and the truce’s made
with  the hair of their mustache
and a handshake.
It saddens me to even be here
So I set out to sail the deadly Corona Sea
Maybe I too will succumb..
but that’s a prayer I keep to myself.

At one time, in the best of times
I had someone by my side
someone who understood me
someone so very like me
and we shared our hopes
and when the plague poisoned the seas
we shared our fear  of uncertainty
and the last place she was alive
is where I live our memories .

Bonny Brave, Captain of  the ship I sail.
The only other woman Pirate
I had the chance to meet.
Who bequeathed me her ship before her death
and who I named on her final  deathbed
“My Lost Beauty.”
and who will  always sail with me
I receive my blessing from  Turina
to stay alive and journey these lifeless seas
not for myself or fear of death
but to keep alive ….her memory.

Karima Hoisan
Jan. 8, 2024
Costa Rica

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Bigger Than Life

Posted on January 3, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

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      Photo of my mother and father in my virtual “Kari’s Bar & Dance” 1940’s

Bigger than life
I propped them up at their favorite table
In their favorite little bar
where they met five years before.
I built a monument to their chemistry
that allowed one child to be born.
and that was me….
no others came before or after
and if it’s true I longed for an older brother
I shone in the spotlight of
the only child  who came after
5 years of trying
and  finally made their house a home.

I framed and propped them
at their table near the dance floor
because each dance,  each joke
my father made, made my mother
giggle and love him more.
And that’s why after they wined and dined
danced and laughed all night,
I was conceived because the time was right
and today this small scene, preserved virtually
is my way of thanking them eternally
for giving me life. ..for my life…
the night they gave me life.

Karima Hoisan
Jan. 3, 2025
Costa Rica

 

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I Rang in The New Year…

Posted on January 1, 2025 by Karima Hoisan

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I rang in the new year

with the silence of the world

echoing in my ears.

A whole planet that had nothing to say

nothing to do to change

what they see on their TV

three times a day.

An entire planet apparently oblivious

to too much suffering, too many bombs.

Too many dying, starving, freezing, crying,

 while the Big Ball drops in Manhattan

bringing in a brand new year.

In Gaza the New Year began in flooded streets

freezing weather, inadequate shelter

dystopian landscapes of death and no hope,

rubble monuments piled high to the sky

of man’s sheer inhumanity and cruelty to man.

Karima Hoisan
Jan.1 2025
Costa Rica

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