Thursday, November 20, 2014

Thunderous Echo upon Vacant Heavens

Echo and Echo...
it Echoes
You knew all this
before
You knew all this
as if
condescension 
somehow aids,
pacifies.

Heartache
stifles the fire
that burns and turns
and turns,
that viciously
and aggressively is
stepped upon, extinguished.
With an entrance, with a smell,
with a look, with a touch.
Push through with
Charlatan's smile.

The Phoenix
bathed in cinders
stranger to Rebirth.
Fire, from whence it drew life,
now suffocating, relentlessly
Choking.
A prisoner to its myth,
to the pages of its Creation.
All eyes watch.
All eyes cast Judgment.
All eyes turn away.
Gasping, now wingless,
Mighty Phoenix,
stifled by the clutches
of its own doing

Of the Echo and Echo
that Echoes
You knew all this
Before
You knew all this
But did you, in your innocence,
count on this?


2014 © DNKG Thunderous Echo upon Vacant Heavens

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Beautiful Differences: How Travel Changes Life and its Perspective


Traveling has been a near obsession of mine since I was a child. An all - consuming fire was ignited when I became I teenager atop the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France. Now, an intrepid explorer, you can find me in various states or countries in one trip: packing in rich cultural experiences, speaking with the locals in their language, and savoring local eats.

An appreciation for differences is the subtle gem of my travels. In my recent trip to Italy and Greece, I was fortunate enough to meet and make friends with individuals from all over the world. I felt like an infant as the murmur of languages enveloped me. I learned about the unique beauty of their lands, their pride in their countries as well as their dismay in the politics of their own towns. Each shared stories of their childhoods, of their favorite beaches and cafés, and their thoughts on American culture. Each story was different but homogulous to the next. Souls brought together by a common yearning; strangers yet kin.


Traveling reminds me of the fragile, harmonious dance of Humanity. We all create the beautiful tapestry that is our home, each contributing to its towns, flavors, and essence. I feel fortunate to be surrounded by the abundance of differences. I relish in the opportunity to listen to the narratives of new friends, fellow travelers, and the occasional misanthrope. It is an honor to bear witness at the junctures when their relatives graduate from college, as a significant other receives a promotion, when they welcome new life, or while we embrace them during a loss. I feel privileged to know their stories of courage and survival, tales of immigration and emigration, and rebuilding life by sheer will. It is humbling to be in such energy, such Light, that I return home a changed woman. Each time.  

Let us be as new explorers with fresh eyes this Season of Miracles. May we be reminded how, at the core, very little distinguishes one human from another human, an “us” from “them”, or a visitor from family. Sometimes all that bars us from accepting each other is a cultural oversight, a language barrier, or a simple difference between the Humanity that connects us all.




2014 © DNKG Beautiful Differences


Monday, November 3, 2014

Lost and Recaptured: Tales of Love Unspoken

Any similarities to individuals living or dead, real or fictitious is purely coincidental.



Lost and Recaptured: Tales of Love Unspoken
Perdido y Recuperado:cuentos de amor tácito
Perdu et Recouvré: L'histoires d'amour tacite


Series one/Serie Uno/Série Une: 
Love's Forlorn Call: To respond or let it Extinguish
Llamada desesperada del amor: para responder o dejar que se extinga
L'appel désespéré d'amour: à réponde ou renonce

Letra #1
Hola hermosa bella, yo mi llamo Andrés Rodrigo Rojas. No hablo bien yo, por eso te estoy escribiendo. 
Yo soy un soldado muy lejos de mi país en España, aquí en tu ciudad.
Te quiero preguntar cómo te llamas? Eres tan hermosa, no sé si eres una princesa, o una Reina? 
Con tus ojos tan mágicos que mi pierdo cuando mi midas. Tu cuerpo se parece tan suave, 
sus labios miran tan dulce como el miel de los abejas.
Lo sé que es un reina de este país y por eso nunca vas a querer estar con un hombre como yo. 
Y por eso te voy llamar la reina de mi corazón. 
Así como te amo, nomás te quiero detener Y en mis brazos.
Tuyo en amor,

Andrés 
Lettre 1
Bonjour Monsieur Rojas,
Il a été quatorze nuits depuis que 
votre passage sur la propriété de Son Majesté.
Votre mots, Ambroisie des anciens et passions
qui alimentent le feu, je m'emplie de curiosité.
Les information de votre lettre m'a j'eté plus
profondément à l'Ombre de Son Majesté,
taciturne et méfiant à tout les hommes
espagnols, authentique ou non.

Mais plaisir profond, arrive ma Dame, sa fierté
et amour pour le ciel Andalou peint. Vos mots
tombent sur la peau...comme la soie pure, doux
et pourtant, sensuelle. C'est l'accent peut-être.
Pardonnez-moi, mais je dois vous dire que ma Dame
encourage un rendez-vous seulement pour sa amusement.
Ce n'est pas pour moi.

Vous m'avez appelé une Reine, mais Reine, Je ne suis pas. 
Je suis juste une femme qui cherche pour
le confort et être consolé dans un monde brisé - la haine, 
la guerre, mes pleurs; C'est trop lourd à porter.
Tous le jours, Je cherche pour 
les bras qui peut remplir mes jours et mes nuits, que
la lumière de la lune se répand sur la terre, la rajeunir.

Ce qui vous vous êtes senti, dans notre bref coup dœil, 
n'était rien plus que l'ardeur. 
Je suis digne de plus.

V.M. Maison de Habsbourg



Letra #2
Buenas noches mi reina. Mí hace mucho gusto para ver tu letra. No sabía si mí ibas a escribir. 
Mi da felicidades que mis palabras te dio curiosidad. 
El pasión que tengo de dentro necesita un salida, quiero ese salida será usted.
Hablas del cielo de mí Andalucía, pero lo as visto en persona? 
Cuando vi a tu sonrisa sentía cuando yo era un niño jugando
en la playa abajo de las estrellas en el verano de 
eso maravilloso cielo de Andalucía. 
Y por eso lo sé que no es lujuria que siento para ti, 
es un amor que mi quema por dentro. 
Si el pasión que siento por todo mi cuerpo era nada 
pero lujuria que Dios nuca mi da la oportunidad de amar! 
Pero contigo puedo sentir un pasión creciendo por dentro, 
un pasión que no pude verte tan doloroso, con este guerra. 
No vas a necesita a buscar brazos ya, porque encontraste los míos yo te puedo detener para siempre. 
En mis brazos siempre vas sentir segura, 
en mis brazos vas sentir fuerte, 
en mis brazos vas sentir cómo no hay nada mas mejor que estar conmigo. 
Mi reina, dieces que no eres reina, pero a mi eres la reina de mi corazón. 
Y si eres justo en que ameritas más. 
Y por eso necesitas dar mi tiempo para enseñar te la pasión qué ameritas. 
Te espero su respuesta, con tanto amor!

Andrés 




Lettre 2:
Monsieur Andrés

Il a été un mois depuis la dernière lettre. J'ai cru que la sentiment des votre lettres ont dit était mort.
Mais, je découvre que votre sentiments sont amplifié dans cette absence.
Parceque, les lettres que votre mains avez créé sont venu sur ma chambre ce soir.
Les lignes du poème frappent sur le caverne de glacé de mon cœur.
Les mots ont été comme ça de la soleil sur mes joues apres le pluie
Quand je touche les papiers, je pense sur la sensation de la peau contre de la peau, le parfum de un homme et une femme, totalement en amour.
Je rêve de rien plus que la nuit ce fantasme deviens une réalité.
Jusque-là, J'attendrai pour votre rèsponse.

Et, parceque vous avez été patient et doux quand j'ai refusé vous donner mon nom, Je vais révéler à vous:
Je m'apelle Vivienne Mylène, Maison de Habsbourg
Protégerz! Avec votre vie. 

V.M., Maison de Habsbourg






English Translation
Traducción Inglés
La traduction Angalais

Letter 1
Hello beautiful. My name is Andres Rodrigo Rojas. 
I do not speak very well that is why I am writing you this letter. 
I am a soldier very far away from my homeland in Spain, here in your city. 
I would like to ask what is your name? You are so beautiful 
I do not know if you are a princess or even a queen? 
With your eyes so magical that I lose myself when you look at me. 
Your body looks so soft and your lips look so sweet, like honey from the bees.
I just know that you have to be some kind of royalty from the city 
and would never want to be with a man like me.
And for that reason I will call you the queen of my heart, 
and with the love that I have for you, all I would like to do, is to hold you in my arms. 
Yours with love, 

Andres
Letter 1
Good day Mr. Rojas, 
It has been a fortnight since your passing upon His Majesty’s Estate. 
Your words, Ambrosia of the ancients and passion fueling fire, 
fill me with curiosity. 
The news of your letter has left me deeper in Shadow with His Majesty, 
taciturn and suspicious, even of the most genuine Spanish Gentleman.

Pleasure, befalls my Lady, her pride and love for the painted Andalusian skies.
Your words falls on the skin like silk, soft yet, sensual. Perhaps it is your accent.. 
Pardon me, but I must say to you that, my Lady is encouraging this tryst solely for her amusement.

I am not a Queen. 
Just a woman who is searching for comfort and solace in a broken, bleeding world - hate, war and my tears. 
I search for the arms that can fill my days and nights, 
just like the light of the moon scatters over the earth, rejuvenating it. 
That which you felt, in our brief glance, was nothing more than lust. 

I am deserving of more. 

V.M. House of Habsburg

Letter 2
Good evening my queen. It makes me very happy to see you letter. 
I didn't know if you would ever write me back. 
It brings me much pleasure to know that my words stir curiosity in you. 
I have this passion within me that needs an outlet and I want you to be that outlet. 
You speak of the Andalucian sky's but have you ever seen them in person? 
When I saw your smile it made me feel like I was a boy playing on the beach 
under the stars in the summer under those marvelous sky in the Andalucian. 

And because of this, I know it is not just lust that I feel for you.
It is a love that burns deep within me. If this passion that I feel all throughout my body is nothing but lust,
I asked that God never give me the opportunity to love. 
But with you I can feel a passion growing within me,
A passion they cannot see, this pain that you are in with this war. 

And you will not have to look for arms anymore because you have found mine.
My arms will hold you forever. 
In my arms you will feel safe. 
In my arms you will feel strong and in my arms you will feel 
like there is no better place to be than with me. 

My queen, you say that you're not a queen but for me, you are the Queen of my heart and you are right to say that you deserve more and that is why you need to give me the time to show you the passion that you deserve. 

I wait for your response with much love. 

Andrew

Letter 2
Mr. Andrés, 
It has been a month since the last letter. 
I believed that the sentiments your letter expressed had died. 

But, I discovered that your sentiments have only amplified in this absence, 

Because, the letters that your hands created came to my room this evening. 
The lines of the poem knocked on the icy cavern of my heart. 
The words were like that of the sun on my cheeks after the rain. 
When I touch the papers, I think of the sensation of skin against skin, 
the scent of a man and a woman, totally in love. 
I dream about nothing more than the night this fantasy becomes a reality. 

Until then, I will wait for your response. 

And, because you have been patient and gentle when I refused to give my name to you, 
I will reveal it now only to you: 
My name is Vivienne Myèlene, of the House of Hapsbourg.
Protect it! With your life.

V.M. House of Hapsbourg



Oct 31 2014 © DNKG & ARR Lost and Recaptured
edited: 3 Nov 2014

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