Category: Life

‘Bind and Loose’

‘Bind and Loose’

by nikebottalico

I am here to hold you
I will bind you,
to me
Your spirit hangs by my mortal soul,
I hold you

I bind you to me
I bind you to me

The emergence of the darkness
I hold the light, I hold the light
It flickers, it moves with the soul of you
You are just out of reach
My fingers reach

I feel you
I feel you

Just there, side-eyed, I see you
Just an ethereal wisp of filament
A shadow of my heart burning

I feel you
I feel you

Lit on fire – the magick of my being,
Breathe,
breathe in the smoke
Cherish the delicate light

I bind you to me
I bind you to me
I see you, I see you

The gossamer light surrounds me
Pulls the strings of you
Your being thin — ethereal
No longer tangible to me

I bind you, I see you
My Spirit I Loose
I Loose

Pen Names | AKA (also known as) also under copyright
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In the year 2019 of mournfulness and empathy

Casting Shadows

Casting Shadows

by nikebottalico

 

Night, night casting shadows

Awake, spinning outside

            barefoot

Stars sprinkle dust

Moon at half mast

With Shadowland

          the other half

Digging deep in the mind

Burrowing in the pain

Outstretched hands

Digging into her belly

          Wombless

Feeling the light of the stars

Beating on  her chest

Begging the light to revive her torn heart

And torn parts

 

Written on 07-21-2018

 

Pen Names | AKA (also known as) also under copyright
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In the year 2018 of conflict and purposefulness ©

 

Across the Mind

Across the Mind

by nikebottalico

People walk by
Strangers with strange things happening.
I see
colors out the windows, apparitions float by.
I see
children, who are they?
I hear
Steady low music plays a tune
that is scrabbled about in my brain cells.
Hurry
Get the slide, look at it from the microscope.
I see
fibrous tissues cells, red and pinks
I hear
Shadow talk, what happens to the brain cells when they die.
O my
Do you run away, do you stay?
Where is my top hat?
I have lost it or is there a top hat?
I am afraid
Forgetting, knowing you are forgetting.
Do you go before you are gone?
The shadows press against my forehead.
I am afraid.
I am afraid
Of the Fade

 

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nebottalico ©
Pen Names | AKA (also known as) also under copyright
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In the year 2017 of conflict and wandering aimlessly ©

Clocks

Clocks

by nikebottalico

Gut wrenching
Dark
Clocks ticking
Strange feelings
Hair falling out
Feel the coming
Fading feelings
Lapping waves
Radiation floating
Organisms dying
Life expiring
Under deluges
Of spills

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nebottalico ©
Pen Names | AKA (also known as) also under copyright
~musingsilence ~∞ © LadyO©
In the year 2017 of conflict and wandering aimlessly ©

Killing Fields

Killing Fields

by nikebottalico

Will this kill us
Wanting, to know.
It all seems senseless
I want to know
Define:
How this happened?
Burnt earth is happening
Soon


Killing fields are
The ways of man
who have no clutching
of their gut
Women who hold
their stomachs deep feelings in
Their wombs from
where life springs.

We [women] know how awful
And are not
distracted by greed
Whole,
Holes
Bullets fly in the air
Who holds
The guns?

 

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nebottalico  ©
Pen Names | AKA (also known as) also under copyright
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In the year 2017 of conflict and wandering aimlessly ©

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For Day 9 – January 9th 2017

For Day 9 – January 9th 2017

by nikebottalico

alphonzo[another day late poem]

Weathering the storm
Watching
The killing of a democracy

While easy enough for
Elected officials who
Do not listen to their
Constituents

[Resistance is a popular
Movement]
It is all the hope
People are strong
Enough to do
so

 

 

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nebottalico ©
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In the year 2017 of conflict and wandering aimlessly ©

Day 7 January 7th, 2017

Day 7 January 7th, 2017

by nikebottalico

 

 

Round about
a way
Not straight
true north
Nor west

Places that never
belong to anyone
Well, they should
not belong to anyone

They need to be free
As we need to be free
Not encumbered

She smiled, with
her blue eyes bright
As she twirled
a bit of her hair

 

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nebottalico  ©
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LadyO©
In the year 2017 of conflict and wandering aimlessly ©

Dewy Dreams

Dewy Dreams

by nikebottalico

Day 1, January 2017

Dewy Dreams

Aquamarine drips
Her face dazzling as the
Sweet songbird sings;

The sun peeks out
Just at the horizon
Glorious winsome shades

Only temporary
Baby Moon Face
My moonchild

Reaches up wholly to
Skylight and shrines
She is a Holy desire
That Comes from within

A thin silk string held by
celestial being
hanging there
Nightly light glowing
Just glowing

 

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Screaming – Poem

Screaming – Poem

by nikebottalico

Emotions come crawling,

storming,

slithering up the side of her head

No mooring

Mercury in retrograde

Sliding backwards

Falling, falling

The oak leaves were red

and grand, yet the

Survivors breath misting

Trailing with the apologies

came only from a frozen mouth

 

The year of 2016, May 12.

ne bottalico♥©

ladyO€

~musingsilence~∞

 

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All Souls Day

All Souls Day

by nikebottalico

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I am working on some Art Boxes for the Winter Holidays.   I just happened to start working on them near Halloween, Day of the dead, Día de Muertos and All souls day… do you practice or celebrate one or all of them?  I am an Anglican / Episcopalian by belief but also believe many things as I age.

All Souls Day Anglicans view All Souls’ Day as an extension of the observance of All Saints’ Day and it serves to “remember those who have died”, in connection with the theological doctrines of the resurrection of the body and the Communion of Saints.[7][8 (Wiki)

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My box is a collection of things I love, I love Frida and what she represented to other women and how she told her own truth.  She lived her own truth too, politically, as an artist, as a lover, as a person who lived in severe pain throughout her life.  I honor her life.

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Back View

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Today, as I make art I celebrate all the lives that came before me…

xoxox

nike

Dia de los muertos or Day of the dead:

Most people celebrate Day of the Dead out of love and commitment to their loved ones (Wiki)

Frida Kahlo

Image of Kahlo for Day of the Deadat the Museo Frida Kahlo

“Coyoacán día de muertos 08” by Guillerminargp – Own work.

“I’ve reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, I can’t do anything to change events anyway.”
― Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl