Private Moments #53: Maleficent

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Maleficent
Poem by Jennifer Kiley
Painting by Jk McCormack
Post Created 24th February 2014
Posted On Monday 17th March 2014
PRIVATE MOMENTS: PAINTINGS & POETRY

Private Writings: Chapter #53 — In Love With You Yesterday

Maleficent by Madison Taylor (c) jKm 2014

Maleficent by Madison Taylor (c) jKm 2014

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

hands reaching out into rain

Maleficent
Poem by Madison Taylor
9th September 2008

 Never will I forget you, my love.

Love Simply Love
[All Is Love]
By Madison Taylor
9th September 2008

An opening of my heart
Taking you into the warmth
Covering you in soft pleasure
Surrounding you with strength

Barriers descending slowly
Unsure of sanity
Brief the moment of madness
Hijacking reality

Pain came surging through
Pulling apart the tenderness
Making me stone-cold inside
Chills covering the heat

Wanting passions of love
Feelings rising up within
Flesh of my body responding
To the depth you are touching me

Freely I give myself over
Opening all of me to you
I give this gift do as you wish
The safe word is no

(c) mandy two-zero-zero-eight

© Madison Taylor 2008

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Whitney Houston w/ Enrique Iglesias – Could I Have This Kiss Forever

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p “Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

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“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

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Private Moments #52: In the Dark Whispers Calling

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In the Dark Whispers Calling
Poem by Jennifer Kiley
Painting by Jk McCormack
Post Created 23rd February 2014
Posted On Monday 10th March 2014
PRIVATE MOMENTS: PAINTINGS & POETRY

Private Writings: Chapter #52 — Waiting for the Fall

Winding Spirits by Madison Taylor (c) jKm 2008

Whispering Spirits by Madison Taylor (c) jKm 2008

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

hands reaching out into rain

In the Dark Whispers Calling
By Madison Taylor
2nd September 2008

Whispers in shy talk
Soundless in secrets
Holding in safety
Protecting the guilty

Not one can say no
Every time asked
Do you love her?
It is a crime of death

Eyes in your body
Drew her eyes to your own
Gazing beyond the moment
Cursed three in one

Death done slowly
Realizing her touch
Will be gone
Taken forever away

Unbearable to lose
Life fell from grace
Wanting it to cease
Vanquishing all dreams

Over away land is far
Traveling tiring to rest
Awakening to nothing
Building inside the mind

© Madison Taylor 2008

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Maze

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p “Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

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“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

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Private Moments #51 : The Disturbing Madness

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The Disturbing Madness
Poem by Jennifer Kiley
Painting by Jk McCormack
Post Created 23rd February 2014
Posted On Monday 3rd March 2014
PRIVATE MOMENTS: PAINTINGS & POETRY

Private Writings: Chapter #51 — The Disturbing Madness

who are you by jk mccormack (c) jKm 2014

Who Are You? by Madison Taylor (c) jKm 2008

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

hands reaching out into rain

The Disturbing Madness
Stream of Consciousness
By Madison Taylor
26th August 2008

In a dream the madness called
Out a name of a lost soul following
The road leading in a circle coming
Unto itself it looks for healing light
Shining out from the glow glistening
Moonlight hides escaping the echoing sun
Clouds block the sight unseen through eyes
Searching for a sign claiming treasures marked
An unknown letter found in a cryptic message
In the sand castles washing away with each crashing
Wave goodbye to time traveling yesterday gone
Disappeared trapping the lost animals looking
A home is found to store memories loose
In the wind carrying away the flying kites
Children holding onto dreams growing
Older and older the world evolves toward
The end into a beginning started long ago
Once upon that hill the view was spectacular
Spectacular finding love when looking for answers
To the universe keeping hidden the secrets
Convoluted in minds shapes seeing sizes
Diminishing the shadows edge untouchable
Disappearing from touches ungiven
The skin loses its sense of identity not knowing
What it is no one noticed it was dissolving
Lacking nourishment contact has vanished
Regain the perspective of change understanding
Will develop in the mind traveling through the spaces
Timing dimensions relativity to infinity
Beyond its never ending expansion of space
The continuum of the ever after upon now

© Madison Taylor 2008

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Maze

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p

“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

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“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

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Private Moments #50: Fated Attraction

private moments in paintings & poetry
Fated Attraction
Private Moments #50
Poem by Jennifer Kiley
Painting by Jk McCormack
Post Created 10th February 2014
Posted On Monday 24th February 2014
PRIVATE MOMENTS: PAINTINGS & POETRY

Private Writings: Chapter #50 — Fated Attraction

Innocence Abandoned - Artist MTaylor (c) jKm 2008

Innocence Abandoned – Artist MTaylor (c) jKm 2008

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

hands reaching out into rain

Fated Attraction
By Madison Taylor
19th August 2008

Fated attraction
Confusing reaction
To a retraction
Of loving contraction

Voices I hear now
Speak your name clear now
The word is you love me
It’s something you can’t see

One day when you wake up
You’ll see what was once ours
Possibilities of pure love
Beyond time this love endures

Have you really left me?
Leaving unfinished memories
The pain I’ve been feeling undeniably true
I live now in my nightmare without you

© MTaylor 2008

candle flame flickering gif

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p

“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

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“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

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No One Expects…

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No One Expects…
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Painting by Jk McCormack
Created on 29th January 2014
Posted on Saturday 22nd February 2014
POETRY IN TONE

White Rabbit – Jefferson Airplane

In the universe,
There are things that are known
And things that are unknown,
And in between there are doors.
-— William Blake

No One Expects…
By Jennifer Kiley
29th January 2014

Serious moments
Coercion in practice
Pulling me closer
Building my trust
Hearts crushing
Veins crashing
Got to move on now

Doors slamming shut
You closed me out
Cold is your blood
Left me lying there
Sinking in the cold
Wet mud
The quicksand
With no gravity

No one expects love
To rust
To turn in to
Distrust
Must I think of you?
Everywhere I look
You haunt me there
You stare
With blank eyes
You don’t care

A mirage is seen
A message echoing
Inside a recording
Shadows following
Words whispering
Sounds out loud

Are you there?
Did you ever care?
Were you visiting?
And just resisting
Trying emotions
Wrestling with honesty?

Can’t bear your shadow
Near me
Testing me
Trying to steal
Enticing away
Those I love

Sending her
To stalk me
To break me down
Find what’s touching off
Thoughts inside my brain

Your vibration
Your excitation
Has it been easy
Trying to destroy me
You so easily
Implore me

What can you find?
What’s left?
In my mind
The rest is crazy
Gone mad
You made me

Like you had
Gone mad
Only bad
It’s sad
What was your destiny?

To be small
Nothing big enough
At all
You won’t reach those heights
You’ll never get there
And I don’t care

Is it meant
for me instead?
Believing
Isn’t wrong
Dreaming

Thoughts working
Their way in the mind
Thinking alone
For the self

Dreaming the dream
Is a gift to the soul
For giving life

© JkM 2014

Eye of Tigyr Burning Bright - Artist Jk McCormack (c) JkM 2014

Eye of Tigyr Burning Bright – Artist Jk McCormack (c) JkM 2014

Private Moments #49: Too High On Love

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Too High On Love
Private Moments #49
Poem by Jennifer Kiley
Painting by Jk McCormack
Post Created 7th February 2014
Posted On Monday 17th February 2014
PRIVATE MOMENTS: PAINTINGS & POETRY

Private Writings: Chapter #49 — Got To Get You Into My Life

'safely dangerous' by madison taylor (c) mtaylor 2008

‘Safely Dangerous’ by Madison Taylor (c) MTaylor 2008

hands reaching out into rain

Too High On Love
by Madison Taylor
8th July 2008

Too high on love
Go smashing
Feel the pounding

Trusting hearts
Drawing closer
Time expanding

Arms covering
Warmth spiraling
Blood arousing

Bodies combining
Spirits crying
High waves surging

Minds touching
Mouths whispering
Fires smoldering

Out of minds
Fantasies flying
Not disturbing

Curiosity soaring
Censors flat-lining
Eliminates controlling

Flesh melting
Skin glowing
Bliss achieving

Too high on love
Climb higher
Depths are expanding

Awaiting the closing

© MTaylor 2008

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Maze

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p

“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

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“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

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Private Moments #48: Never Home Again

Editor’s Corner finished its course last week on Monday 3rd February. It is available as a resource in an archive. Click HERE to go to the Editor’s Corner Archive on Shawn MacKenzie’s MacKenzie’s Dragonsnest. In the Editor’s Corner’s spot, starting today, I am using Monday to present the Poem, Painting and Music that accompany my weekly Chapter from Private Writings, Posted on Tuesdays on ‘the secret keeper.’ Hope you enjoy both. The Archives for Past Chapters are just above on the Page ‘PRIVATE WRITINGS ARCHIVE.’ JkM the secret keeper

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Never Home Again
Private Moments: #48
Painting by Jk McCormack
Poem by Jennifer Kiley
Post Created 19th January 2014
Posted On Monday 10th February 2014
PRIVATE MOMENTS: PAINTINGS & POETRY
Private Writings: Chapter #48 — Where You Once Belonged

Streaking - Artist Jk McCormack (c) JkM 2007

Streaking – Artist Madison Taylor (c) madison taylor 2007

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

hands reaching out into rain

Flashing Sparks
Poem by Madison Taylor
5th August 2008

Flashing sparks
In lost memories
Quickening dreams
Following sightings
Of lost time

Hands touching flesh
Feelings wash over
The body outside
Of consciousness
Floating endlessly

Ceilings found close
Eyes looking down
Outside is cold
Uncovered frame
Asleep alone

One exception
No one has a face
Is with the child
Dreaming nightmares
Inside dark shadows

Hovering above
Watching evil
Action taken
To know the inside
Entry forced

Within sounds
Movement starting
Sensations building
Complications unknown
Dying within

Nights stolen
Anticipation
Safety waiting
Music playing
Retrieving silence

Sparks flashing
Editing thoughts
Organizing order
Lighting truth
Chasing out death

© madison taylor 2007

Maze

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p

“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

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“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

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Between Worlds

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Between Worlds
By Jennifer Kiley
Painting by Jk McCormack
Created 16th January 2014
Posted On Saturday 8th February 2014
POETRY IN TONE

Between Worlds
By Jennifer Kiley
15th January 2014

Feeling inspiration
Coming through
Guiding my way.

Minds touching mine.
A special mind
Keeps coming in.
Her messages
Bonded into
My thoughts.

The mixture
Created
A clarity
Of color
A depth
Beyond itself

They appeared
As words
Filled
With a
Transcending
Essence.

It is a rush
Of blood
In the brain
It feeds into
The capability
To comprehend
The intangible
Spirit.

Some
Have
The gift
To feel
And hear
The other side
Of imagination.

It takes
Work
To move through
The invisible barrier
Between this world
And the other side
Of the mist.

In
The Maze
Deep
Inside
The mirror.

© JkM 2014

Worlds Between - Jk McCormack (c) JkM 2014

Worlds Between – Jk McCormack (c) JkM 2014

I Believe

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I Believe
Written by Jennifer Kiley
Painting by Jk McCormack
Created 11th January 2014
Posted Saturday 11th January 2014
POETRY IN TONE

I Believe
By Jennifer Kiley
11th January 2014

I believe.
I believe in you.
I believe in art.
I believe in love.
I believe in imagination.
I don’t so much believe in reality.

I am more into fantasy.
What one imagines
Becomes real.

Yet,
Isn’t imagination
Something we create
From out of our dreams
And fantasies?

You are real
But also feel
Like the best part
Of my imagi-nation.

You give me
Such gifts
In your words.
Stating their reality.

If all becomes
A dream,
One after the other,
Or always
Was a dream,
And we continue on
Through our dream world.

Who decides
When to
Change it?

Loving to create.
Imagining something tangible
In my mind
And placing it
Before me.

Trusting others
To share it.
To be kind.

Trusting myself
To know
When it is complete,
Or when it is time again

Something new
Might be created.
The creating is
Not known
Until complete

And even then
May continue on
Into a new form.

Creating.
Knowing
When the time
Is now.

Keeping
The sense of the real
Alive
And
Remembered.

The fine line
Ravels on
Its own.

I think the pain
We feel
Are memories
Of being opened up
To waking nightmares.

To torturers
Who find
A weakness
In the flesh
And leave
A lasting
Memory.

One
Of those
Memories
That last too long
Beyond forever.

The side that feeds
Creativity,
Is the Muse,
Who becomes
The filter,
Deciphering
What to let through
And at what place
In time
For something
To be revealed.

In your own
Special way,
You have helped
Giving guidance
Touching down into
A safe landing.

The veil
Is being lifted
The sight
Of a vision
Streaming
Through the mesh

When it finds
A receptive being
To listen,
Hear, see,
Absorb, interpret,
Recreate in their own vision
And express it freely,
As it wants to appear.

It guides us
Somewhere
Within the mind.

Sleep is calling.
In sleep
We meet many
New things,
New happenings.
Ways of communicating
Within states of mind
Not in our control.

When asleep,
Don’t we give away
Our control?

Trust sleep?
Trusting sleep,
Is that safe?

What does
Sleep do
To any of us?

Do we know
Where we go
And can anything
We dream
Take us away
From our life?

A curious response.
Will read after I wake up.
Love to know what I write
After I am awake again.

© JkM 2014

love leaning - artist jk mccormack (c) JkM 2014

Love’s Ripple Dreaming – Artist Jk McCormack (c) JkM 2014

Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day

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Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day
Shakespeare – Sonnet XVIII
Video Discovered by j. kiley
Post Created on Saturday 16th November 2013
Posted On Saturday 23rd November
Happy Birthday Gran Emily 133 yrs b. 23rd November 1880
POETRY OUT LOUD

Sonnet XVIII – Shakespeare – Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day

SONNET XVIII

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

Blooming Blue Flowers for Emily with Love

Blooming Blue Flowers for Emily with Love Jk