Your Eyes

Posted in Poetry with tags on July 9, 2009 by killinggame

Calculation…express intent

Forethought and directness

Flow through me

I am clear

You can see right through me -

Which also means

There is nothing to see;

You cannot see me

You cannot see the clarity

Are you afraid of the obviousness?

Are you afriad of the truth?

I am the silent one

The one in the corner….

The one watching

Assessing to form an estimate….

Dangers and distances

Advantages and positions

I am the view outside your window

The lie you constantly tell yourself

The truth you continue to ignore

Do you know me?

I know you

I know what you think before you do

I can see the words in your eyes

Secrets

Posted in Poetry on July 9, 2009 by killinggame

A hidden past

A locked up dream

A frightened little girl

A shrieking scream

A memory never remembered

Those awful nights

A poor little girl

A flashback with eyes closed tight

Mood Music—-and more than a little sexy

Posted in Song lyrics with tags , , on July 9, 2009 by killinggame
World In My Eyes lyrics

Let me take you on a trip
Around the world and back
And you won't want have to move
You just sit still
Now let your mind do the walking
And let my body do the talking
Let me show you the world in my eyes
I'll take to the highest mountain
To the depths of the deepest sea
We won't need a map, believe me
Now let my body do the moving
And let my hands do the soothing
Let me show you the world in my eyes
That's all there's
Let me put you on a ship
On a long, long trip
Your lips close to my lips
All the islands in the ocean
All the heavens in the motion
Let me show you the world in my eyes
That's all there's
Nothing more than you can touch now
That's all there's
Let me show you the world in my eyes
Jezebel lyrics
Songwriters: Gore, Martin;They call you Jezebel
Whenever we walk in
You’re going straight to hell
For wanted acts of sin, they say
And that I’ll have to pay
But I need you just this way

They call you Jezebel
For what you like to wear
You’re morally unwell
They say you never care for me
But what they fail to see
Is that your games are the key

Open their eyes to the beauty
Open their hearts to the fun
Open their minds to the idea
That you don’t own someone

They call you Jezebel
Whenever men walk by
They say that they can tell
The longing in your eyes is real
And how you really feel
But they can’t see your appeal
Jezebel

Lyrics to Deeper And Deeper :

I want your love I’m gonna have you
When I want to
I’m gonna take you
That’s what I like

I’m going down now
Deeper and deeper
Under your skin now
You know that it’s right

I want to love you
I want your love
I want to love you
I want your love

You can’t tell me
That you don’t want it
You know that I like it
When you put up a fight

I’m gonna have you
When I want to
I’m gonna take you
That’s what I like

I want to love you
I want your love
I want to love you
I want your love

I’m going down now
Deeper and deeper
Under your skin now
You know that it’s right

Mood Music – I’m feeling a little dark tonight…..

Posted in Song lyrics on July 9, 2009 by killinggame

Depeche Mode always seems to have the lyrics pop out at the right time.

Corrupt lyrics
Songwriters: Gore, Martin;I could corrupt you
In a heartbeat
You think you’re so special
Think you’re so sweet

What are you trying?
Don’t even tempt me
Soon you’ll be crying
I wish you’d trapped me

You’ll be calling out my name
When you need someone to blame

I could corrupt you
It will be easy
Watching you suffer
Girl, it will please me

I wanna touch you
With my little finger
I know it will crush you
My memory would linger

You’ll be crying out in pain
Begging me to play my games

I could corrupt you
It would be ugly
They could sedate you
But what good would drugs be?

But I wouldn’t touch you
Put my hands on your hips
It would be too much to
Place my lips on your lips

You’ll be calling out my name
Begging me to play my games

In Your Room lyrics

In your room where time stands still
Or moves at your will.
Will you let the morning come soon,
Or will you leave me lying here?

In your favorite darkness,
Your favorite half-light,
Your favorite consciousness,
Your favorite slave.

In your room where souls disappear -
Only you exist here.
Will you lead me to your armchair,
Or leave me lying here?

Your favorite innocence,
Your favorite prize,
Your favorite smile,
Your favorite slave.

I'm hanging on your words,
Living on your breath,
Feeling with your skin.
Will I always be here?

In your room your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise.
Will you let the fire die down soon,
Or will I always be here?

Your favorite passion,
Your favorite game,
Your favorite mirror,
Your favorite slave.

I'm hanging on your words,
Living on your breath,
Feeling with your skin.
Will I always be here?

Clarification of Kali Ma – The Dark Mother

Posted in Uncategorized on July 9, 2009 by killinggame

Kali Ma is my patron Goddess, and people are often confused by this, after all isn’t she that gory image of death?

The love between the Divine Mother and her human children is a unique relationship. Kali, the Dark Mother is one such deity with whom devotees have a very loving and intimate bond, in spite of her fearful appearance. In this relationship, the worshipper becomes a child and Kali assumes the form of the ever-caring mother.

The images depicting Kali are fearful, and seem to signify death and destruction, which is simply not the case.  Yes, they appear gory, but there is a reason behind each of her symbols.  I was in a local market at a stall that sells Buddhist/Hindu knick knacks and I asked the owner if she had anything of Kali.  She hummed and hawwed and asked at least 3 times if I REALLY wanted to see Kali before bringing out a beautiful wall hanging.  She had had to hide it because it frightened children.
It is partially accurate to say the Goddess Kali Ma is a goddess of death. However, She brings the death of the ego as the delusional self-centered view of reality. Nowhere in the sriptures is She seen killing anything but demons nor is She associated exclusively with the process of human dying like Yama the Hindu god of death. Both Goddess Kali Ma and Shiva are said to inhabit cremation grounds and devotees often go to these places to meditate. The purpose is not to glorify death but to overcome the I-am-the-body idea. The cremation grounds reinforce the idea that the body is a temporary. Kali and Shiva are said to dwell in these places because it is our attachment to the body that gives rise to the ego. Kali and Shiva give liberation by dissolving the illusion of the ego. Thus we are the ever-existing I AM and not the impermanent body. This is emphasized by the scene in the cremation grounds.

Out of all the Devi forms, Kali is the most compassionate because She provides moksha or liberation to Her children. She is the counterpart of Shiva. They are the destroyers of unreality. When the ego sees Mother Kali it trembles with fear because the ego sees in Her its own eventual demise. An individual who is attached to his/her ego will not be able to receive the vision of Mother Kali and She will appear in a fear invoking or “wrathful” form. A mature soul who engages in spiritual practice to remove the illusion of the ego sees Mother Kali as very sweet, affectionate, and overflowing with incomprehensible love for Her children.

Who is Kali?

Kali is the fearful and ferocious form of the mother goddess. She assumed the form of a powerful goddess and became popular with the composition of the Devi Mahatmya, a text of the 5th – 6th century AD. Here she is depicted as having been born from the brow of Goddess Durga during one of her battles with the evil forces. As the legend goes, in the battle, Kali was so much involved in the killing spree that she got carried away and began destroying everything in sight. To stop her, Lord Shiva threw himself under her feet. Shocked at this sight, Kali stuck out her tongue in astonishment, and put an end to her homicidal rampage. Hence the common image of Kali shows her in her mêlée mood, standing with one foot on Shiva’s chest, with her enormous tongue stuck out.

The Fearful Symmetry

Kali is represented with perhaps the fiercest features amongst all the world’s deities. She has four arms, with a sword in one hand and the head of a demon in another. The other two hands bless her worshippers, and say, “fear not”! She has two dead heads for her earrings, a string of skulls as necklace, and a girdle made of human hands as her clothing. Her tongue protrudes from her mouth, her eyes are red, and her face and breasts are sullied with blood. She stands with one foot on the thigh, and another on the chest of her husband, Shiva.

Awesome Symbols!

Kali’s fierce form is strewed with awesome symbols. Her black complexion symbolizes her all-embracing and transcendental nature. Says the Mahanirvana Tantra: “Just as all colors disappear in black, so all names and forms disappear in her”. Her nudity is primeval, fundamental, and transparent like Nature — the earth, sea, and sky. Kali is free from the illusory covering, for she is beyond the all maya or “false consciousness.” Kali’s garland of fifty human heads that stands for the fifty letters in the Sanskrit alphabet, symbolizes infinite knowledge.

Her girdle of severed human hands signifies work and liberation from the cycle of karma. Her white teeth show her inner purity, and her red lolling tongue indicates her omnivorous nature — “her indiscriminate enjoyment of all the world’s ‘flavors’.” Her sword is the destroyer of false consciousness and the eight bonds that bind us.

Her three eyes represent past, present, and future, — the three modes of time — an attribute that lies in the very name Kali (’Kala’ in Sanskrit means time). The eminent translator of Tantrik texts, Sir John Woodroffe in Garland of Letters, writes, “Kali is so called because She devours Kala (Time) and then resumes Her own dark formlessness.”

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The Madeline Saga: Ode to the Strawberry

Posted in Parenting, Stories on July 9, 2009 by killinggame

Strawberry’s were my one craving when I was pregnant with Madeline.  It hit at about 6 months.  Cravings are all consuming when you are pregnant, it’s all you can think about and your body feels like it’s going through withdrawal.

It being the middle of winter, alas, no luscious strawberry’s were to be found.  (Frozen just wouldn’t do).

Every week I would trudge to the grocery store, praying to see that splash of red, that nectar of the Gods.  Every week I would trudge home defeated.

And then…finally.  We walked into the store and “HALLELUJAH” resounded throughout the store.  I stood in front of the objects of my desire…..and started hysterically crying.  Scott walked to the other side of the produce section so he could pretend he didn’t know the crazy pregnant lady.

They filled my vision, green and red, hearts calling to me.  With a trembling hand I reached out to grasp one.  Every pore was visible, every curve and line.  The smell filled my nose, every part of me screaming in desire.

I brought it slowly to my lips, quivering in anticipation, and closing my lips lightly around it I bit down.  The mix of sweet and tart flooded my taste buds, the juice staining my lips as I sucked at this ambrosia.

I was interrupted from my sensual revelry by a man clearing his throat behind me, wanting to purchase some.  Like an animal I almost bared my teeth at him. “MINE!” screamed my body.  Some semblance of sanity reasserted itself and I backed away.

We bought a flat of berries, and I gorged myself until lips and face and fingers were stained red.  Ahhh…sweet relief.

LONG LIVE  STRAWBERRY’S!

My knees are so raw…I’ve got to let you know

Posted in Day-to-Day with tags , , , , on July 8, 2009 by killinggame

Hahaha “Walk This Way” came on just as I started this post.  Ahh the irony….

So I broke my knee last week.  A clean fracture so I don’t have to see a surgeon *phew*  But there’s ligaments torn and the bursas are all swollen.  Of COURSE it has to happen at the beginning of summer! I tripped over a manhole cover, smashed my knee right down onto it before the rest of my body skidded face first.  A bunch of people came to help me as I couldn’t stand at all.  There was blood all over the place and one woman had to run away before she fainted LOL.  Luckily there were some RCMP there arresting people so they helped me out and got me all cleaned up.  For such a graceful dancer, I’m a freakin KLUTZ.

No climbing hundreds of steps to Wreck Beach to revel in the freedom of nudity, smoke joints, and join a jam session. *pout*  No crazy dance nights.  Ah well there’s still lots of stuff going on I can hobble to.

So in my imposed couch bound state I am importing every CD I have to iTunes,  taking a 28 CD course in learning to sing, watching the 16 DVD’s I bought and learning to draw manga

And when I’m healed I’m signed up for professional boxing classes and kickboxing. BOO-YAH!

Discovered a new band, 100 Monkeys, who are great.  I love an improv song called “She Said” on Youtube.

I’m listening to a compilation of some of the greatest rock songs, wow a trip down memory lane to most of these!

I’m on the hiiiiiiiiiighway to hell!

Ooooo and now a WICKED acoustic version of “Hotel California”

Aaaaand I lost 20 pounds in the past month.  I’m back to my hellacious long legged 5′10″ sylph self.  I’ve lost all the weight I gained from that stupid medication, now I’m back to the metabolism of a racehorse.

And I’m going back to red hair.  I’m feeling fiery.

Ok I’ll shut up now :)

The Acid Trip

Posted in Stories with tags , , on July 8, 2009 by killinggame

I ask you to come with me to the beach and share an acid trip with me. This will be the first time we have met so I am delighted at your adventurous spirit when you say yes.

Reaching the beach at sunset, the tide running high, large swells rolling in with a roar. Sweetness filling our mouths as the sugar cubes dissolve and we embark on our adventure.

Filled with happiness and warmth. The roaring of the fire, astonishment at purple fire at the heart. Entranced at the vision of the waves rising high, visions of unicorns rising out of the foam towards us.
The faces of the trees smiling down upon me. Leaning over a log and letting the waves rush over our hands, tracing designs in the sand as the waves recede, and watching them disappear as the water rushes again towards us.

Lying on our backs staring up at the stars, they pulse. Frog eggs in jello you say. Hysterical laughter.
I roll over and begin playing with the sand, gathering handfuls and letting them trickle through my fingers. I become entranced and fall deeper and deeper into the sand, until I feel at one with it, pressing it with my fingers, stroking it, molding it.

Hearing your voice in the distance, such a beautiful voice. Rising slowly upwards through dark water, seeing unfamiliar constellations shimmering through the water. A crescent of sand reaching out into the ocean, lined with grains of phosphorescence that stick to your feet as the stars stick to the feet of the Gods striding through the heavens.

The path up to….NOW! I’ll switch all the wrongs to rights

Posted in Song lyrics on April 17, 2009 by killinggame

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong

Wrong

There’s something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
With the wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes
The wrong questions with the wrong replies

Wrong

Wrong

I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
Made the wrong move, every wrong night
With the wrong tune played till it sounded right yeah

Taking stock

Posted in Personal with tags , , , , , on April 17, 2009 by killinggame

I was using the net too much as a distraction.  So I shut my computer off for 5 days and sat down and took serious stock of my life and what I need to do.  Finally cleaned and organized my house from top to bottom.  Stopped avoiding my voicemail and caught up with business.  Even got the custody situation improved, will be seeing much more of my baby YAY!

Went back to my routine of abhyanga every morning and working out, followed by meditation.  I can’t stand being overweight like this.  Thank God I’m not on that stupid medication anymore.  I’ve dropped 15 pounds since stopping it but it’s not coming off fast enough for me.  I hate having a tummy, I’m so self conscious. I’m used to being tiny!  So self care is back as a prominent part of my life.

A LOT of meditation.  Received a lot of guidance and love.  My self, and my self love need to be balanced.

Went on more dates (OK UNIVERSE I GET IT NOW!!!!  FOR REAL THIS TIME!!!) but while they were all pleasant enough I realized I have a strong “keep away” shield on.  For a lot of reasons I think.  While I can be a social butterfly I am at heart a loner.  I’ve always needed a lot of  and been happpy with time by myself.

This time it’s felt enforced by the powers that be and I’ve been struggling against it, only to be knocked back over and over again.  I’ve had such a craving for intimacy and love and haven’t been able to understand why it’s eluding me.  During my meditations I felt a great sense of love and intimacy from the Universe.  Of course, that’s what’s been missing!  Feeling that by myself FOR myself.

I know I have a lot to work through.  My ex job damaged me a lot more than I thought.  How can I look for intimacy with someone if I’m unable to provide any myself?  That part of myself is shut off right now.  I have’nt met anyone for who that shield would come down for.

So I am being given this time to heal, inside and out, and I plan to keep using it wisely.  So thank you Universe for giving it to me and making sure I use it and don’t get embroiled in any more life drama.  Thank you for giving me this time to heal and prepare for the next stage of my life.

Namaste!