The War. The Greed. The Destruction. The Injustice,now our daily bread. If we’re not living these horrors ourselves every day in the flesh, We are watching the scenes on TV.
Yet our world has turned its head and no longer sees.We can protest the rising prices, the governmental over reach, but please do not forget a gentle people,far away
being extinguished before our eyes.
Raze the ground, uproot every olive tree profits are the endgame; life is so cheap. Human beings like you and me, being cleansed to make room for a real estate boom.
Profits before families… ambitious cruelty sits on the Throne, Careful now, you too could be on a list to be classified as not worthy to live.
Hope is buried somewhere out of sight and complicity to plans of insanity are our new reality.
Karima Hoisan April 8, 2025
Costa Rica
*Footnote: Please press Play to hear my spoken word version.The music is “Fragile” by Sting sung by a children’s choir for the limited series, “Adolescence” When I heard this music, I knew soon I would write this poem.
It’s like having a small dinosaur living in our yard. I think he probably hatched here many many years ago. They live to be 12-15 years old and can live past 20 if they have a constant food supply (Fruit trees) and high trees to shelter in….like we have here:)
Just sharing:) Here he is in action:)
Home Sweet Home on Santa Monica Blvd. Hollywood California 1967
Well it’s been awhile since I first mentioned MyRock ‘n Roll 60’s in Part 1 where I promised we were working on salvagaing a demo we did for Capitol Records in 1968. Part 1 Now in 2025 (and I really believe it was worth the wait) I can share with you our song. It was pure Acid Rock and you can decide for yourselves if you think we were any good:):) Turn it up and enjoy!! This is just the recording… not a movie.
Comments are very welcome.. Would love to know what you think:)
Lyrics: “Nah nah nah na Nah nah naaa in a little dish”
I’m on the right side of my own road I can take you with me do you want to go. if I take you with me (lalalala) Love you will know The High Life It is my Life.
No boundaries last forever They’re only lines The High Life has no borders To be defined. If you go with me Life will stop being Time My life is the High Life.
Bridge: (my solo 🙂 If you want to erase the lines the altar is waiting, a love it provides and you know that I’m on your side With faith it will work out, so why don’t you try?
All freedom lasts forever if you let it survive But fear can lend no shelter it can make freedom die
Die Die Die (its all the same…it’s all the same…it’s all the same)
Playing solitaire just killing time as if time were the enemy feels like a crime living my life and killing time..
Red Queens go on Black Kings In solitaire opposites attract. Kings slide into empty spaces Aces reign on high It’s just like that.
In this ordered world we drop down one by one Red Tens on Black Jacks Black Fives below Red Sixes Black Twos Sing the Blues while above Red Threes sing back-up harmonies…. etc etc; can you see? There Is a plan in the world of solitaire land.
And so I find comfort, a zombie enslaved, to this mindless game, waiting for the dinner-ding on my microwave.
Black Four looks for the door Red Threestands tall on the floor Queens keep showing up when I least expect it but with no one leaving the party, no room to put a King. Now theKings are stuck… No Queens for them to play with today!
And where are the Aces hiding? Stuck in knee deep piles No way to get them out. Without them my structures are wobbly built on fragments built on sand. Use that Eight and turnthe next over….
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Oh please please please may it be an Ace!… to give my play foundation…. to give my solitaire a chance… to enjoy the satisfaction of moving Black on top of Black ascending Red on top of Red until … Four neat piles two Black Kings next to two Red Kings…..Presiding.
We won!!!
Karima Hoisan March 27, 2025 Costa Rica
* Footnote” This was just recorded in a rainstorm with lots of bird sounds..such is my life:):) Please Press Play to hear my spoken word to my own Garage Band Beat:)
When I lost you, I couldn’t cry. Something very abnormal it seemed to me the loss of you was like an iconic moment to shed tear after tear.. and yet not one appeared.
Dry eyed, not a hint of glisten. while I felt I would die inside. I kept thinking maybe the perfect music, memory, rain storm, would be the trigger but my search was in vain, not even your pictures, or hearing your name.
I worried a bit, that I would make myself sicker Everything I knew kept repeating, if you don’t cry now It will hit you like a head-on next month…next year.
Like a speeding freight train meeting me on the tracks, standing there all dry-eyed pretty sure not even death could make me cry.
I waited for that moment when I would least expect it.. all of a sudden the fact I would never see you again would find its place, and I would break down wherever I stood and the tears would wash over my cheeks and sobs of release, that felt so good after being pent-up a lifetime now… would shake my foundation.
Instead I realized not only could I never cry over the loss of you, I stopped crying all together. Yourdeath was so inconceivable I stopped rotating with the planet. I lived a lifetime and I never did cry over you..I just never cried again, over anything. It was still a good life… just dry-eyed, forevermore.
Please click play to hear my spoken word of the poem to my original music
“Venice Midwestern” by Robin Saikia Music and voice over by Karima Hoisan
She thought it would be magic: the canals, the gondolas, like a postcard’s laminated promise.
But here, the water smells — a mix of fish guts and disinfectant, and the breeze is damp, like the inside of a boot.
She wears her best smile, but it’s like the air laughs at her. Her map’s a soggy thing now, crumpled in her hand — so many alleys that curve back on themselves like a joke she doesn’t get. A gondola guy sings, but it sounds more like a car alarm.
The buildings, sagging, tilted sideways, look like they’re about to fall over— but they don’t. They just stare, vacant-eyed, like old men who’ve seen too much, or enough.
She had imagined romance, but the gondola’s seat is sticky, the water a murky green that promises more than it delivers. Her shoes are soaked, and the pizza she ordered is as flat as her hopes.
And Jim — poor Jim — he’d whispered once, on the plane, “Maybe this will ‘spark’ something, huh?” But all that spark fizzled, burned out by the damp, salty air. The bed too small, the sheets too heavy. Venice, with its decaying beauty, has made them tired, the way a heavy meal makes you sleepy. Her hand on Jim’s chest weighs as much as that Murano paperweight.
They don’t talk about it — sex, or the lack of it (or the paperweight) — but the undeceived canals know it all and echo it, in a customary ancient sigh.
She’ll write home: “Venice was nice,” but the word tastes sour, like toothpaste in the back of her throat. And who needs canals, really? When you’ve got a truck in the driveway, and Walmart.
And the soft ebb and flow of Jim snoring to remind her of what’s no longer there.
*Footnote: I was honored when Robin requested me to read his poem to my music:)
Hi my dear WP blogger family, I Am Back. I had my 78th birthday on Sunday March 9th and it was amazing. We went to the beach, where I first landed in Costa Rica in 1975 and relived memories, visiting old neighbors, people I have known for 50 years!!! It’s Ramadan, so we ate food and cake after sunset,, It was really magical and my kids (haha 56 & 42) organized it all so well. Here is a little movie of my magical mystery tour, my daughter, Poett put together:) Who wears black socks to the beach? Haha I do, as I can not get sun on me for my autoimmune condition. Jan Betts my artist friend and best friend is sitting next to me (white hair) and Mariella (on my other side) is the first friend I ever made in Costa Rica…still lives in the same place in front of the beach 50 years later..
Then!! Gino’s Fashion Show.. His models coming to life, walking the catwalk, Gino and James coming out at the end to wave to the audience… well it never happened that way. Because of resouces where this virtual fashion exhibit was being held (A Big Open Sim Fair) there was too much else going on for the models to walk the catwalk…But there was a party..and I got to wear a Gino sketch turned into a darling outfit and look real life 18 again.. (dancing with my handsome vampire date, Dale Innis, we had a wonderful night, even with the catwalk glitch..)
Plus!! We will put it all up on Gino’s Butterfly, right in the Bevery Hills Section. It Will work there, inshallah, because that sim is robust with good resources.. So then a new party and a new catwalk…In April:):) So I made this movie…so you can watch us dancing the night away. Gino, “too sexy for this song” is at the end:) Enjoy in 4K and turn it up. The music is by Right Said Fred, “I’m Too Sexy” Thanks again to Kimm Star for turning Gino’s sketches into gorgeous virtual clothes!! and turning me into 18 year old Donna Leviash:):) Likes on YouTube always loved!!
Ramadan Mubarak!! Ramadan Kareem! May this be a blessed Ramadan for my fellow Muslims all over the world. Many are celebrating under very harsh conditions and my heart and prayers go out to you all. A special Ramadan wish for my beloved family in Jordan and the sons & daughters of Umahmad now all residing in the US. I will use this special time to take a break from my blog.
I won’t be posting for the next 4 weeks or reading regularly. As Pooja says, it is good to take a break sometimes and I can’t imagine a better time than now.
This is a nostalgic tribute to my SL fallen creative partner, Natascha Randt, who passed away in 2021 from heart failure. Filmed on my world in Kitely Virtual Worlds, “The Natascha Randt Memorial,” I shot scenes there that reminded me of her. I have been a little haunted by her lately, so it felt time to say a few words and make this video. PS Nat….I miss you. Allahyirhamha. The music is my original music composed on my Garage Band. Please watch in 4K and Fullscreen. Feel free to leave a thumbs-up on my YouTube channel . All comments welcome everywhere:) Enjoy!!
To the music “Cien Fuegos” by Johannes Linstead, my reading. Press Play.
(For all my colored hearts;you know who you are)
I love You, my colored hearts, for everything that You rarely show… for all those doors that close when people walk too near and You don’t feel like trusting. I love how You unlatch your locks, when You hear my voice… that opening click and You whispering , “Come in”
All the colors inside Your chambers, my mutant butterflies, all that music, art and poetry contained in the mural of Your lives. Purple-hearted wounded one, the deepest blue of true, artistic passion, complexly red and brilliant multi shades of You, Your confidence and recklessness to be just who You chose, so much more than meets the eye, so much more than any title can construe.
And every heart has its passion its flower growing from a seed, the need… to find and make it work, creating art from useless things, inventing poetry capturing the tail of a jet stream, or challenging those personal boundaries of speed.
Each has a hue that I cherish each has a hue that I need. You lace on shoes to cover miles, pick up a brush, imagination and glue, the teacher, coder, astrologer, filmmaker edit, rewrite, redo,refine, re-fix… speak in foreign languages to translate the matrix.
A bouquet of colored hearts, gifted to me by the most generous giver in the most ingenious way, You make my words come alive, You make my blood rise and ebb in tides… You, You, You, You my colored hearts.
Given by The Giver, who lays them across my road one by one to find, pick up and hold… Gathered into this bouquet reflecting, love and genius, the mercurial and ambiguous, the long lasting steadfastness . I place this treasure not on my table, not on display but way inside my own colored heart stretched wide, to love and cherish enjoy and share the depth and the miracle that defies defining who you are. I just ask to bathe sometimes in each amazing beveled hue, and contemplate the honor and the privilege of knowing and of loving every single one of You. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Karima Hoisan Feb. 14th 2013 Linc Island, Second Life
*An old one but still applies today with even more, added to the bouquet
Happy Valentine’s Day..”Day of Love & Friendship” we say in Costa Rica:)❤️
Digital Rabbit Hole 