Private Moments #68 – “Me Loving You”

private moments in paintings & poetryPrivate Moments #68
Poem “Me Loving You”
by Jennifer Kiley
Poem for Private Writings: Chapter #68
“Loving You Loving Me”
Painting “Somewhere Inside a Rainbow”
by Jk McCormack
Post Monday 30th June 2014

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~ (1563-1631)

hearts-touching by jk mccormack (c) jkm 2014

Somewhere Inside a Rainbow – Jk McCormack (c) jkm 2008

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“Me Loving You”
By Madison Taylor
23rd December 2008

Me
Loving you?
How does the love
Get through?

We are separate
In ideas & feelings
Understanding life
What gives us meaning

We are different
Not enough noticing
Just how much
Holds between us

It pulls us together
The truth in our words
Now silence
Falls beneath us

My hand reaches out
Touches drift away

My Love has chosen
It’s offered freely
Waiting for acceptance
Instead you walk away

Not knowing
Who stands before you
Could it be your Soul Mate
Secret Dreams called to life

I am
Finished wanting
I’m ending it
Inside a Proposition

Will you
Let me love you?

Maybe you
will love me?

Someday
Sometime
Somewhere
Too

© madison taylor 2008

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“Making Love Out of Nothing At All” – Air Supply

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“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”

— jkm the secret keeper
aka J Kiley McCormack
aka Jennifer Kiley

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“Tears” Part Two “Invisible” – A Short Story

a writer's word polished or raw

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I would like to introduce to you J.R. Snow, a young emerging writer.
A major influence in J.R.’s writing is the magical & spiritual
interconnectedness between Dragons & people.

I am delighted to open up ‘the secret keeper’ to present J.R.’s work.
Whenever he has written something he feels he would like to share,
I will post his work here as a Guest Artist.

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Tears” – A Short Story
In Three Parts
Invisible” – Part Two
Written by Guest Writer J.R. Snow
Post Saturday 29th June 2014

“Only love can reach into a human’s heart, piece it back together and make it more beautiful.”

white dragon jr snow

“Invisible”
by J.R. Snow

Ever since that day, I didn’t dare leave him alone unless he desired to be. I stood by his side whenever he stood out on the white, marble patio of his room to look out at the stone city and the mountains that circled it and stretched beyond. I kept him warm whenever he grew cold at night, turning to my true form to wrap my white wings around him. I lit warming fires and candles with the flames within me whenever he slept to keep the darkness away. He never liked the dark. It always made him feel like he wasn’t safe.

In my human form, I only looked a little older than he was. In the aging terms of an immortal, I was still very young. Maybe that’s why he got along with me so much, because I looked his age in human form, or maybe it has more to do with who I am. Whatever the reason, I began to see after that day when he cried in my arms his affection for me grew stronger. He would hold me when I lied next to him, hold my hands, and sometimes he would tell me how much I really mean to him. I remember what he said word for word. ‘I don’t feel alone anymore when I am with you. I feel like when you’re with me, I have everything I could ever ask for. I feel as if I had never felt lonely a day in my life.’ Those words made me smile. He also smiled back at me.

In the now he’s going to be 20 soon. His years of becoming a man are growing near. Knowing he was growing older, and I forever would be like this, began to pain me. I knew as he grew that he was getting closer and closer to the end of his days. I hated the thought of that. I didn’t want to see this mortal die and wither away like the others. I wanted him to stay, to breathe an immortal life, for I felt he deserved it.

On the first cold night of winter, I came to him, and I looked at him in the eyes. He looked back into mine. He then grabbed my hands and said to me, “I . . . really want to tell you that I . . . really like you.” He found it hard to spit out all the words. His shyness was getting the best of him and I simply smiled.

I leaned in close to him and whispered to him, “I know.” He smiled wide, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. I could feel all of the emotions bottled up inside him, emotions he’s wanted to express for years but has never been able to. There was so much love and sadness and pain inside him, more than I ever felt in any mortal in my life.
His deepest emotions and desires filled me. He wanted me to love him back desperately, and he wanted to express just how much he desired me, for I was the only female being in his life who stayed. All of it was overflowing him on the inside. It was like he was reaching an edge, like he can’t take it anymore. I began to cry. I did not bother to feel him like this before, and I should have years ago. I could have saved him a lot of suffering and a lot of tears. Concern filled his eyes and covered his face, and I looked up at him and said, “I’m sorry.”

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The Mad Rants of “V” – Appearances

la diatribe du 'v'Les Délires Folles de “V”
Apparences
Déclamatoire par Morgan
l’Esprit de l’Eau
Morgan est maintenant d’être
un invité régulier
Song  “Driven to Tears”
Robert Downey Jr & Sting
Posté Samedi 28th Juin 2014

Cher ami,

Après réception de votre lettre, j’ai eu la réponse suivante. Il m’a fallu jours pour démêler tout cela dans mon esprit, mais j’ai écrit, dans la seule manière que je sais, honnêtement et directement. Nous parlions Apparence et beauté. Pas du tout la même chose, à mon avis. Je vais vous dire, je sens tes pensées sur l’apparence sont extrêmement précis. C’est ma réponse.

La beauté est vraiment vu à travers notre propre vision intérieure. Comme notre amour ou haine de l’art est subjectif, comment on semble à d’autres est dans ces paramètres.

Moi, personnellement, j’aime être naturelle. Lorsque grandir comme un enfant, me voyant la façon dont les autres me voyaient était douloureuse et une erreur de le laisser toucher mon cœur. Ils ne pouvaient pas me voir. Ils ont vu ce qui était externe, pas la façon dont je regardais, mais qui ils pensaient que j’étais. Personne ne me connaissait alors et maintenant, je ne laisse pas beaucoup de gens po Les animaux sont beaucoup plus accepter, comprendre et pardonner.

Si je me suis décrit, la mise ego de côté autant que possible, je pense que je serais attiré par ce que j’ai vu quand je me regardais, en particulier, par ce que j’ai vu dans mes yeux.

Un psychothérapeute, j’ai récemment travaillé avec pour une raison spéciale, m’a dit que j’étais une personne très sensible et facilement écrasé par la désillusion. Je me sens de protection des personnes qui sont traités mal par d’autres, par l’intimidation, en particulier. Il est généralement le traitement des agresseurs, à en juger les apparences et dégradant ceux qui ne regardent pas la beauté parfaite de la pom-pom girl ou le quart de l’équipe de football. Les ballots, les intelligents, celui qui est différent, peut-être même un artiste.

Ils ont toujours eu de la pression quotidienne appliquée, en essayant de briser leur esprit. Certains finissent par se suicider. Les apparences sont interrogés comme suspects. Est-ce que l’enfant regarde Gay? Ils sont appelés «Queer». Je n’avais aucune idée de ce que ce mot voulait dire quand j’étais enfant, mais je l’ai entendu jeté autour assez souvent. J’accepte volontiers le mot «queer» aujourd’hui. Je prétends que c’est mon propre, comme d’autres qui sont LGBTQ, qui se sentent fortement sur leur identité.

Belle ne affliger non seulement les femmes, il provoque une grande douleur chez les jeunes garçons qui ne regardent pas assez fort [il devient alors un sport de sang] et ne jouent pas de sport ou de porter le bon type de vêtements. Être nu même si vêtu est ce qui provoque le désespoir chez les filles et les garçons et, éventuellement, les femmes et les hommes qu’ils deviennent. Je l’ai fait tout. Je faisais du sport. J’étais dans le théâtre. Je faisais de la musique. J’ai écrit la fiction et la poésie. J’ai adoré la peinture. Je n’ai pas apte à tout un groupe en particulier. De plus, j’ai eu de mauvaises parents qui ont fait mal et pas de guérison.

Mourir à cause de ce que les autres pensent de vous est horrible mais cela arrive. La laideur est dans l’esprit de ceux qui dégradent toute personne qui est différente. Nous sommes tous différents, mais certaines personnes qui se mélangent pour réclamer pouvoir sur les autres, ils sont dangereux et souvent en charge. Il est de la propagande à qui il a été répand comme une peste pour tout le monde ressemble à ceci créé moi idéal qui ne pouvait pas exister jamais peut-être. Mais c’est ce que beaucoup pensent, s’ils s’efforcent pour atteindre cet idéal et en eux-mêmes, ils seront finalement acceptés et se sentiront comme des dieux et déesses, intouchable et mieux que quiconque. [Réminiscence du Troisième Reich].

J’aime et je préfère trouver le vrai moi et essayer d’accepter qui jamais cette personne est et de continuer à grandir. Et de ne pas juger les autres de la façon dont ils apparaissent à l’extérieur.

Je vais essayer de débattre et d’arrêter toute personne qui piétine mes libertés, mais je ne vais pas juger quelqu’un pour qui ils sont profondément à l’intérieur, à moins, bien sûr, ils sont mauvais, dans le sens d’être dangereux pour les autres de manière dangereuse ou manipulatrices. Les tyrans, despotes et ceux à détruire tout ce qui m’est cher. C’est une longue liste et je vais essayer de protéger It All.

Merci encore une fois mon ami pour régler ce feu à l’intérieur de moi et pour réveiller mon combat intérieur. L’utilisateur de mots pour éveiller l’esprit de couchage pour une prise de conscience de la Vérité. Et en m’aidant à trouver les secrets que nous cherchons tous à se cacher dans l’obscurité. Je suis toujours à la recherche d’un moyen de transformer la lumière sur l’obscurité et dans l’ombre.

Merci encore, mon ami. Vous savez seulement les mots parfaits pour stimuler mon esprit. Parfois, ma réponse peut sembler tardive, mais les mots Muse façon mystérieuse.

En reconnaissance,
Le Rants de “V”

Ps. Je suis Katerina Victoria Morgan aka Morgan Esprit de L’eau

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The Mad Rants of “V” – Appearances

Dear Friend,

After receiving your letter, I had the following response. It took me days to sort it all through my mind but I have written, in the only way I know how, honestly and directly. We were discussing Appearance and Beauty. Not at all the same thing, in my belief. I will say to you, I feel your thoughts on appearance are extremely accurate. This is my response.

Beauty is truly seen through our own inner vision. As our love or dislike of Art is subjective, how one appears to others is within those parameters.

I, personally, love being natural. When growing up as a kid, seeing myself the way others saw me was painful and a mistake to let it touch my heart. They couldn’t see ME. They saw what was external, not the way I looked, but who they thought I was. No one knew me then & now I don’t allow many people in. Animals are much more accepting, understanding and forgiving.

If I described myself, setting ego aside as much as possible, I think I would be attracted to what I saw when I looked at myself, particularly, by what I saw in my eyes.

A psychotherapist, I recently worked with for a special reason, told me I was a very sensitive person and easily crushed by disillusionment. I feel protective of people who are treated badly by others, by bullies, in particular. It is usually the treatment of bullies, judging appearances & degrading those who don’t look the perfect beauty of the cheerleader or quarterback of the football team. The Nerds, the Intelligent Ones, the one who was different, maybe even an artist.

They were constantly having daily pressure applied, trying to break their spirit. Some end up committing suicide. Appearances are questioned as suspect. Does that kid look Gay? They are called “Queer.” I had no idea what that word meant when I was a kid, but I heard it thrown around often enough. I gladly accept the word “Queer” today. I claim it as my own, as others who are LGBTQ, who feel strongly about their identity.

Beautiful does not only afflict women, it causes great pain in young boys who don’t look strong enough [then it becomes a blood sport] & do not play sports or wear the right kind of cloths. Being naked even though clothed is what causes the despair in girls & boys & eventually the women & men they become. I did it all. I played sports. I was in the theatre. I did music. I wrote fiction & poetry. I loved painting. I didn’t fit in any one particular group. Plus, I had the wrong parents who did harm and no healing.

To die because of what others think of you is horrible but it happens. The ugliness is in the minds of those people who degrade any person who is different. We all are different but some people who blend themselves together in order to claim power over others, they are dangerous & often in charge. There is propaganda out there that has been spreading like a plague for everyone to look like this created ideal self that couldn’t ever possibly exist. But that is what many think if they strive for & reach this ideal in themselves, they will finally be accepted & will feel like Gods & Goddesses, untouchable & better than anyone else. [Reminiscent of the Third Reich].

I like and prefer finding the real me and trying to accept who ever that person is and to keep growing. And not to judge others for how they appear on the outside.

I will debate and try to stop anyone who tramples on my freedoms, but I will not judge anyone for who they are deep inside, unless, of course, they are evil, in the sense of being harmful to others in dangerous or manipulative ways. The tyrants, bullies & those out to destroy all that I hold dear. That is an extensive list and I will try to protect It All.

Thank you once again my friend for setting this fire inside of me and for waking up my inner fighter. The user of words to awaken the sleeping mind to an awareness of Truth. And in helping me to find the secrets we all seek to hide away in the darkness. I am always looking for a way to turn the light onto the dark and into the shadows.

Thank you again, my friend. You know just the perfect words to stimulate my mind. Sometimes my response may seem delayed but the Muse works in mysterious ways.

In Gratitude,

The Rants of “V”

Ps. My name is Katerina Victoria Morgan aka Morgan Spirit of the Water

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“Driven to Tears” – Sung by Robert Downey Jr & Sting

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“We Must Be Crazy” – A Short Film

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“We Must Be Crazy” – A Short Film

Post by Jennifer Kiley

Post Friday 27th June 2014

 

 

A variation on Pinocchio accompanied by a song filled with the happy and sadness of love and your own family.

Milow – “We must be crazy” – A Short Film

from Norman Bates

Music video by award winning singer-songwriter Milow, is a cinematic retro-futuristic spin on the classic Pinocchio story, a post modern fairy tale about the limitations of using technology to battle loneliness.

Director: Norman Bates

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I ❤ SHORT FILMS

“Silent” – A Short Film

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“Silent” – A Short Film

Post by Jennifer Kiley

Post Thursday 26th June 2014

MAGIC. FANTASY. IMAGINATION. ANIMATED. SILENT. SILENT FILM. NOT WITHOUT MUSIC. THERE IS SOUND. JUST NO WORDS SPOKEN. A STORY IS TOLD.

Silent – Moonbot Studios

“Silent” is an animated short film created by Academy Award® winning Moonbot Studios. It celebrates how storytellers, inventors, and technology work together to create cinema magic.

The story follows two street performers who dream of bringing their “Picture and Sound Show” to life. When they discover a magical contraption inside an old theatre, they embark on a cinematic adventure of sight and sound to find the audience they always wanted.

The sound was created by Oscar® nominated sound designer Steve Boeddeker. Get a look at how “Silent” was made here: vimeo.com/87014798

“Silent” debuted at the Scientific and Technical Academy Awards on February 15, 2014.

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I ❤ SHORT FILMS

Zodiac – Evolution

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Zodiac – Evolution

Post Created by Jennifer Kiley

Dedicated to “ℜ”

Post Wednesday 25th June 2014

SYMBOLISM JUNG WOULD HAVE GREAT FUN GUESSING VERY BEAUTIFUL MOVEMENT MAGICAL IMAGES DREAM SEQUENCES THAT WOULD FIND AN INTERPRETER OF DREAMS INTRIGUED ATTEMPTING TO PUT ALL IN THEIR PLACES

Zodiac – Evolution

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Private Writings: Chapter #67 – “Twisting Inside Shouting Out Loud”

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Private Writings #67
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Post Tuesday 24th June 2014

WARNING: ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT
Not Suitable For Children.

ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTITIOUS.
Anyone Resembling Anyone Living or Dead
Is Purely Coincidental.

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Crypticistic Synopsis:

private writings to dr. annie haskell psychoanalyst

I am the storyteller using imagination fantasy feelings & thoughts

to discover self soul eternal serenity & bliss

but to most importantly tell the best tale ever after upon a time.

see you down the rabbit hole.

Private Writings: Chapter #67 — “Twisting Inside Shouting Out Loud”

Tuesday 16th December 2008

Dear Annie,

If I don’t know who I am, how will I know what I should do?

I have been writing non-stop except for sleep, creating a variety of ideas for my play. I’m rather exhausted. But can’t stop needing to create.

I have been having these phrases popping up inside my head. I finally wrote them down on a blank page on WORD. I am going to use them as the beginning of a scene.

I have to believe I am not going to grow old inside this weird mind melting place. Just wiser and I will only allow them to take a touch of my madness. I will need and use the rest for myself.

I think I am about to write you one of my more in sane letters, much more in sane.

I found a bloody good twist for the play. “Far more things occur in dark spaces and from the other side than we are aware of.” My own quote, made it up just now. Play on one of Shakespeare’s lines. Did a few modifications.

It keeps me up late, thinking about my play. I want to find the exact words & to keep my characters to as few lines as possible & still contain what my story is meant to be. What it is that I am trying to say with all the words I give the actors.

I was searching for songs last night to inspire me. Listened to great stuff & found the pieces of music I was looking for. One song stood out. I listened to it repeatedly. Doing that takes me to the zone. It lifts me up and gives my subconscious something to work out for me, and when the Muse is ready, she feeds me what I am going to do.

The play is meant to be about love – the strongest most powerful energy in the universe. It is also about love that is going to slip away. Knowing it is going to happen before anyone else does, even the person it is going to happen to.

How would you like to have that ability? The power to know things before they happen to other people. My play has an element of that contained within it. Don’t want to give too much a way. You have to see it performed on stage to find out what happens. This is only the second process I am in now. Living life was the first. The second is fictionalizing my experiences with what I’ve learned from living. There is a third & eventually a sequel which will lead me into the fourth part, writing the screenplay. That may end the process or open up into another world.

I may be sounding vague but I like to be a mystery. Mysterious. It is what keeps me alive – wondering & trying to understand what is inside what we don’t know or ever will know while we are mortal.

Since I am mortal, I would like to ask the question Why. Why am I talking to ghosts and they are returning their side of the conversation. I may think a long time before I decide whether you will ever see any of this letter. I will be honest just the same.

I see dead people. I use to say I saw dead people when I was asleep. But now they have decided to visit me when I am trying to get back my sanity. After my group sessions or after I’ve met with Dr. V. They even interrupt me when I am writing to you. Tosh may not know you but Angie sure does. She has been hanging around you until she found me & Dr. George.

I need sleep, so I am going to finish this letter tomorrow, unless I wake up in the middle of the night. Sleeping here without my weed is making my insomnia unbearable. When I do sleep it is just tossing the covers all over. When my eyes open in an attempt to view the world to see if it is still here, I find myself completely twisted up in the covers like I was playing B & D.

Chin Chin Annie. I will think of you as I try to fall asleep. Your face will calm me. If I hear your voice, it would just add to my calmness.

Love Fondly,

Madison

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© Madison Taylor 2008

“I think writing really helps you heal yourself. I think if you write long enough, you will be a healthy person. That is, if you write what you need to write, as opposed to what will make money, or what will make fame.“ — Alice Walker

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“A Dream
The beginning always starts out
With a dream.
It is all a dream
In our own nightmares”
— Madison Taylor

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Le Chateau de Rocher – Home to Madison & Scottie
Their Cats & daughter Alison. She has her own place on the estate

 

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Pretending is imagined possibility”
— Meryl Streep

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