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Posted in music, poetry with tags , , , , , on July 11, 2010 by joelle blackstarr

why can’t i
just look into your eyes?
why must i
give in to my demise?
silence is not deception.
it is reflection, introspection.
let’s just call it soundless conversation, or perhaps . . .

“verb!”, you said.
“l-o-v-e”, i responded.

(i thought that my verb was heart-filled,
thought that it meant
‘me-you,  you-me slash we’.
could it be that she
could see that we
two were too new,
and knew that ‘we slash me-you’
was just a hypothetical?

my verb was something quite un-designed,
and, as yet, totally undefined.
my verb was unspoiled by over-zealous thought,
in its finest state of raw innocence.

but, . . . it was my verb.
i had been looking into your eyes,
holding soundless conversation,
reflection without deception.
you said verb,
i said l-o-v-e,
and deception was the interpretation.

copyright  2000  blackstarr

“Tossed Salads and Scrambled Eggs” from “It’s Just Jazzy”

sculpture “introspection” by Matthew Cummings

photo “beach chairs” by Paul Walsh

Dreamscapes: Lovers

Posted in Dreamscape with tags , , , , , , , , , on December 16, 2008 by joelle blackstarr

Scene 1:

broken-heartI am at my home, which is some type of condo.  There are items in one room that would indicate that someone recently moved out, and left a few things behind – possibly a former lover.  I am in a hot tub with my current lady.  There is another indistinguishable woman seated nearby.  The three of us are engaged in conversation.  A beautiful woman appears at the front door, which is open.  The hot tub is in that same room.  The new woman has a man with her who is not present at the moment, but, rather, shows up later.  The man is somehow connected with my lady.  The connection is not favorable, nor, at the moment, do I understand the connection.  It is not fully realized until later.  Fade to black

Scene 2:


I am in some sort of commercial kitchen.  There is an Asian man wielding a cleaver, which transforms into a saber.  He is a tall, stout, heavy-set man and he somehow appears to be quite learned in the martial arts.  Another man stands before him, who is tall and slender.  He is boasting of his fighting skills and triumphs.  He is not moving, but standing quite still.  The Asian takes the saber and makes a swinging, sweeping motion with it, at the height of and in the direction of the thin man’s throat.  Nothing seems to happen after several back and forth sweeps.  Then there is silence.  The thin man’s head falls to the floor. There is no blood.  His body crumples to the floor.  The Asian man makes a boastful, sweeping bow of victory.  There is approval from the onlookers in the kitchen.  Fade to black.

(Same scene)missiles-01

The door to the kitchen is open and, upon looking out, one sees missiles lined up.  One by one, they are launched.  Their targets are the houses and condos in the area.  My house and the house of the Asian are amongst those destroyed.  As we all look on in amazement, one woman has a smile on her face.  She says “I don’t know what you’re all so worried about.  Everybody is insured.”  She walks over to the edge of her lawn, a corner of which is partially dug up.  She reaches into the dirt and retrieves an envelope which is covered in clear plastic.  From the envelope, she pulls a piece of paper which seems to be a certificate of some sort.  The paper entitles the bearer to full reparation for all of the damages done to their homes, and it also leaves them with unlimited funds at their disposal.  One by one the tenants return to their respective home and dig up their letters.  I go to my home and dig up the envelope.  It is blank.  Fade to black.

lovers-02Scene 3:

My woman is gone.  She left with the man associated with the beautiful woman who appeared at my front door.  This beautiful woman and I are at my house which has been completely renovated.  It is unclear as to which room we are in, or whether we are in the hot tub together.  What is unmistakeably clear is that the two of us are very happy at the idea of being together.  Fade to black.

copyright  ©  2008  freedom

“Lovers’ Rock” by Sade

Photos from,,, and respectively.