Hopeless bleeds
Haunts shadows
Mind loses calmness
Raw bones stripped clean
Grinds the deadness
Shadows in the dark
Pretend fear away

Unsuccessful the voices
Breathe stolen images
Nightmares’ leftovers
Circle around
Before the grave
Quiet the sound
Words echo
When spoke aloud

Lost in a mine field
Blood explodes
Owns the end
Sanity rejected
Sucks down
The rough terrain
Rips life away
Shreds existence

Dread madness
Releases uncertainty
The light surrenders
Anxiety overwhelms
Fear’s strangers
Aloneness within
Consumes Universe
While Nothingness holds court

© jk 2015

walking amongst the darkness (c) jk 2015

walking amongst the darkness (c) jk 2015

An Artist’s Musings

Creativity an artist’s musings
For the writer a driven need
Moving forward toward the unknown
Facing demons in anger’s rage
Fire’s brightness lights are burning
Keeping darkness at constant bay
Are we safe now
Seeking out our yearnings
Will the answers come out to play
Or will frustration be our companion
Until it’s our time to fade away.

© jk 2013

purple raining lady (c) jk 2014

purple raining lady (c) jk 2014


creative musings [dragon]

Musician Michel Bisceglia

Poem by Jennifer Kiley

Painting by Shawn MacKenzie

Post Saturday 31st January 2015

Michel Bisceglia - Jasmine

Lost lady

Lost lady playing
With the blues
Feeling beauty’s source
It’s sadness
It’s changes
It becomes unlike itself

Time moves
Goes through hell
Getting to the end
Traveling in unknown spaces
Requirements of change
Then begins again

How unlike incarnation
Before birth
Has been established

(c) jkm 2014

20 symbols of mystery

#20 (c) Shawn MacKenzie 2014


NOVEMBER 10th 2014


maggie the cat


“they hear nothing”
By mtc

They hear nothing when their eyes are wider shut than clam shells.

An homage made to Stanley Kubrick who met with a mysterious end

Now evil enters our lives and all we can think is to return to the usual as fast as we can. An actor returning to the stage

Know thy words before you speak. Spontaneity is marvelous but words can really hurt you. Nano particles filter in and the cinders sting the eyes with burning sensations so tears run down our wet cheeks. Leaving behind pathways of streaks blinding in their destruction of our beauty, real or surface.

Our Consciousness is altered and we follow the world into slavery bought by the masters of our universe. Those with the money. The known bandits of the 1%.

Our Masters return with Unbroken chains to bind to the world order of newness. We all become the same.

Never know imagination or daydreaming thoughts. They take you out of place and out of step.

Worlds we build our minds now dismiss as illusions. What do we really want in our own minds. Not what was fed to us.

Realness has been lost. And now The fantasy has begun  © jkm


talking serious (c) jkm 2014


“…some people were born not to help people…” — tha truth


Puff the Magic Dragon

This is not really about drugs. Really! REALLY!?!


Private Moments #77 “Pass the Open Spaces”

private moments in paintings & poetryPrivate Moments #77:
“Pass the Open Spaces”
Poem Written by Jennifer Kiley
Post 1st September 2014
Poem for Private Writings: Chapter #77
“All Troubles Seem Close But Far Away”
PAINTING “Paint 13″
by Shawn MacKenzie

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


Paint 13 - Artist Shawn MacKenzie
To Discover More About Artist, Author & Editor Click on Name Above in the Titles

hands reaching out into rain

“Pass the Open Spaces”
By Madison Taylor
24th February 2009

Passing the open spaces
Darkness invades the eyes
The light has dimmed
Into invisibility
Blindness has set the mood

Beyond life
The darkness is only
What humans would see
Angels and spirits
Light is so bright

Only they are capable
Of absorbing
The color spectrum
That fills the Universes
That surround our center

Our center
Is only ours
The Universe
Is beyond description
And depths of dimensions

Let us hope
Our thoughts
What reaches out for us
After our call
To end our place here

Traveling to Heaven
Or another side
There is room
In the Universes
For any possibility

Hoping someone
A good place to transpire
Is a kindness
The depths of the soul
Teaches us to observe

A wish for Grace
For someone we love
Is a special offering
It should be possible to give
From kindness and the depths of love

Meditating on the dream
Death will bring us
The words of death
Do not exist
In our language

What we mean
Is to give
Our Blessing of peace
Contentment in rest
Joy in a spiritual awakening

© madison taylor 2009

candle flame flickering gif

Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini - Composer Rachmaninoff – Pianist Maksim Mrvica

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p

“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 Jennifer Kiley McCormack

red-heart-for mj ghost 1

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