“Letters to a Young Poet” [Part I of XXIX]

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“Letters to a Young Poet”

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Part I of XXIX

Post by Jennifer Kiley

Post Sunday 21st December 2014

RILKE Painting blond

(1st week)

“Perhaps

all the dragons

in our lives

are princesses

who are

only waiting

to see us act,

just once,

with beauty

and courage.

Perhaps everything

that frightens us

is,

in its deepest essence,

something helpless

that wants

our love.”

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One of Rainer Maria Rilke’s Homes

Dvorak, New World Symphony – 2nd Mvt Part 2,

Dublin Philharmonic, Conductor Derek Gleeson

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“I Still Cry”

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“I Still Cry”

Song by Ilse de Lange

Post by Jennifer Kiley

Post Saturday 27th September 2014

 

Too many have died or gone for reasons that sense has no clarification for. They were ripped away suddenly. “I Still Cry” sometimes when I think of the Ones I love who live in my heart. It is the symbol of One who has died through the incarnations. When reborn and found again, the time is short, intense and painful when the release happens again. Her death and her life being taken away, is a repetition I must continue to find strength within to survive. She is in the eyes of strangers. In their voices and the masks they all wear as a disguise. Pretending, in my mind, to be the One. The disappointment eventually strikes and the pain returns in the strongest and fullest force possible. This song is for all those who have lost Love felt so deeply, that their absence pulls you into their death to guide them through. The sadness and pain is ripped open wide and your heart is pulled out through the hole which once was filled by their presence. I DEDICATE THIS TO THE ONE WHO CONTINUES TO BE BY MY SIDE EVEN IF FROM THE OTHER SIDE AND TO THOSE WHO RESURRECT THE FEELINGS I LOST INSIDE OF HER. <3 jkm

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“I Still Cry” – Ilse de Lange

“I Still Cry”
Sung by Ilse de Lange

I’m making flowers out of paper
While darkness takes the afternoon
I know that they won’t last forever
But real ones fade away to soon

blue eyed young woman tears falling slowly down cheek

Chorus :
I still cry sometimes when I remember you
I still cry sometimes when I hear your name
I said goodbye and I know you’re alright now
But when the leaves start falling down I still cry

It’s just that I recall September
It’s just that I still hear your song
It’s just I can’t seem to remember
Forever more those days are gone

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Chorus :
I still cry sometimes when I remember you
I still cry sometimes when I hear your name
I said goodbye and I know you’re alright now
But when the leaves start falling down I still cry

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I still cry sometimes when I remember you
I still cry sometimes when I hear your name
I said goodbye and i know you’re alright now
But when the leaves start falling down I still cry
But when the leaves start falling down I still cry

Autumn-Painting

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“Momentos” – A Short Film

i heart short films
“Momentos” – A Short Film
Post Created by Jennifer Kiley
Created 21st April 2014
Posted Friday 29th August 2014
I <3 SHORT FILMS

DO YOU KNOW HOW TO SMILE THROUGH YOUR TEARS?
PREPARE FOR A MOVING STORY OF ODD OCCURRENCES
LEADING TO WHAT FOR A MAN SLEEPING ON THE SIDEWALK
UP AGAINST A WALL ENCASED WITH A PLATE GLASS WINDOWS
IT INVOLVED TV AND SEEING YOUR SELF IN A REFLECTION
AND THERE ARE MANY THINGS IN LIFE THAT NEED A MIRROR
FINDING THIS SHORT FILM WAS A GIFT. WATCH CAREFULLY

here, i give to you “Momentos”

Momentos-Nuno Rocha

twitter.com/nrocha

AWARDS:

Cinematic Achievement Award – Thess International Short Film Festival – Greece

Audience Award – Honfleur Film Festival – France

Best Short and Audience Award – Arouca Film Festival – Portugal

Audience Award – Naoussa International Film Festival – Greece

Audience Award – Opuzen Film Festival – Croatia

Audience Award – Enfoque Film Festival – Puerto Rico

This is a short-film I wrote and directed for LG. The concept, “Life’s good” was the main purpose of this work.

Still Life – A Short Film

i heart short films

Still Life

Post by Jennifer Kiley

Post Friday 1st August 2014

I <3 SHORT FILM

Still Life by Zandrak

how do we hold a moment?

is it a sight a sound a sensation…

…does it have distance you can travel on restless feet…

…how can you capture something that is meant to capture you…

…cheated ourselves out of times well lived…

…what we hope to find is ever realized…

…to hold such moments…

…only you lived them…

“Still Life” is a short film that seeks to find connection between creativity and everyday moments, set against the backdrop of New York City. It was shot guerrilla style with the Phantom Miro and Red Epic.

Interested in Behind the Scenes? Check out our blog for pictures, info, and stories about the adventure which lead to this film! zandrak.com/blog/2014/4/15/lenses-and-longboards-the-making-of-still-life

“Still Life” premiered April 27th 2014 at the NFFTY festival in Seattle.

“Coming Back to Life” – David Gilmour

Transformation
Sunday 16th February 2014
<3 <3 <3

Blue Morpho Butterfly Adult Emerging from Chrysalis

Blue Morpho Butterfly Adult Emerging from Chrysalis

Coming Back To Life
Singer/Guitar David Gilmour

A Song Filled with Magical Passion
A Help In Releasing the Darkness

Innocence Abandoned - Artist MTaylor (c) jKm 2008

Innocence Abandoned  (c) jkm 2014

Coming Back To Life

By David Gilmour

Created by Jennifer Kiley

Post 5th July 2014

DAVID GILMOUR TEARS AT HIS SOUL
TO SHOW US THE SOUND OF TRUTH
HIS WORDS RIP OPEN THE PAIN
RELEASE THE DARKNESS
HIS GUITAR TEARS OUT THE EVIL

WHAT WAS ATTACKING
NOW IT SHOULD BE BANISHED

David Gilmour - Coming Back To Life

Coming Back To Life
By David Gilmour

Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else’s words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun

Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And headed straight..into the shining sun

Perceptually Intangible Motion - Jennifer Kiley 2014

Perceptually Intangible Motion  (c) jkm 2014

“I Am One of the Searchers”

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“I Am One of the Searchers”

By James Kavanaugh

Post by Jennifer Kiley

Posted on Sunday 15th June 2014

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sun rays into forest“I Am One of the Searchers”  There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know. Unless it be to share our laughter.

sunrise in the mountainsWe searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide.Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, not prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to have to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.

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For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers,

for lonely men and women

who dare to ask from life everything

good and beautiful. It is for those who

are too gentle to live among wolves.

— James Kavanaugh

[There Are Men Too Gentle To Live Among Wolves]

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Private Writings #65 – “I Said Hello You Said Goodbye”

private writings a novel of true fantasy by jennifer kiley [shawn's 2d blue name]

“I Said Hello You Said Goodbye”
Private Writings #65
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Post Tuesday 10th June 2014

WARNING: ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT
Not Suitable For Children.

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

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 #65. “I Said Hello You Said Goodbye”

Tuesday 2nd December 2008

Dear Annie,

Tell me what it is to be sexually attracted to someone whether you are a lesbian or straight. I feel so fucked up and suicidal right now and overwhelmed with anxiety. Confusion fills my mind. I need to draw from something sane to stabilize myself.

Something wants to take over my body or thoughts. It could be the voice I feel is coming from a ghost.

There has also been something very bizarre occurrences of objects moving, sudden winds, books fall off shelves, rather more like books being thrown off bookshelves and desks by invisible forces. The aberration has been very angry today and quite destructive. It’s either a ghost or my telekinetic energy mad as hell and sending out tremendous amounts from a negative energy flow, causing waves of the power to move objects and send them sailing.

It is odd but I have no feelings. I’ve shut them down. I may be trying to escape but I can’t. My life won’t leave me alone. It demands attention. It doesn’t like being all fucked up. My life is always with me no matter where I try to escape or into what insane state of mind that I produce. All the shit will still be here facing me down. There’s far too much pressure for me to handle safely. I have cracked in many vulnerable places. They feel like they could blow my mind away at any moment in & outside of time. I believe the rest of what is “me” would disappear with it.

For a quick moment, I would like to profess or confess, I HATE MY FAMILY, the part that tried destroying me. The pedophiles who forced me into experiencing their perverse needs and desires. They satisfied them on me. Stealing my innocence inside of their perversions. Presently, my gut feels like they have cut my insides open in order to watch me fall out & splatter over everything & everywhere. It is the most disgusting display of gross intentions.

I am Humpty Dumpty & no matter how hard I have tried, No One Seems To Be Able To Succeed In Putting Me Back Together Again. Nor Will They Ever, I Feel. Hope feels lost amongst the ruins of my once intricately commanding mind. I have failed or haven’t succeeded beating them back enough, far away from my center of being. Their corruption has infected me & I haven’t found there is a cure for the poisons they possess.

If I could have the dream life I wished for, not much would change. I love my new family. I never see the old one. The grandparents I love are gone. My grandmother is with me, inside every part of me, especially my heart & soul. She lifts me up into the sky to soar while I dream. When I am awake, my Muse & my grandmother are quite the pair when they work on me together. Sparks fly out of my fingers as I type on the keyboard. As the words appear on the page, I can see the flames licking the screen & feel their warmth caressing the meaning from out of the free flowing air around us. It is quite mystical & pixelated when those two are involved.

What I don’t understand is why was I born if life were only here to crush me? I feel my chest taking in air & the pain engulfs me. Something punches my body while I sleep. It feels like I lose every battle on any night they’re out to batter me. Who “they” are, I would conjecture they are “EVIL” & belong to the deepest Blackness where demons hide out in the Dark. I was born Good & it has always been necessary to try to destroy that strong element inside of me. But I am a fighter with a strength coming from the Unknown, which seems to want me to win the battle. All of the Battles, even if it feels like I have already lost & resigned.

Can’t wait to see your face looking back at me. I need to see your eyes. They give me strength & kindness. I need to be close to you & want you to hold me. Make me a promise, never to let me go.

Time for Group Therapy. We are talking about what we Feel is Real Today. What the Fuck is Real? It doesn’t exist. Reality. It is what is the Illusion. Fantasy & Imagination Are the True World while We Are Awake. HELL is where We Live when We Trip through Our Own Private Dreams. The Theory that the World Is Watching Is Only A Way To Jerk the Trolls of Nightmares Around into Believing in the Fake Reality. The One that Is Presented to Us through the Faux Media. It Is All A Manipulated Illusionary Perception We Are Meant To Believe In.

I will leave that last thought with you to Ponder. Maybe she [Me] has lost her mind somewhere in the swamp of Hell & Fire.

Don’t worry I am still here somewhere inside of my own mind.

Will write more soon.

Just How Many More Days Do I Have To Count Until I Am Released From My Own Private Prison?

Love Fondly,

Madison

@>-;–

© 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

Somewhere In Time – Composer John Barry

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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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Their Cats & daughter Alison. She has her own place on the estate

play is not just play meryl streep“Pretending is not just play.
Pretending is imagined possibility”
— Meryl Streep

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