I'm So Pretty, Pretty is as Pretty Does

When I smile I get pretty

When I feel pretty, I’m happy
When I’m happy, I get witty

When I’m witty, I join committees

When I join committees,

I escape to other cities

It’s a pity I can’t be happy all the time

But I discovered if I smile and laugh

It’s as though a seraph sits on my shoulder

Laugh all you want but I laugh

And the world loves me back,

I get no flack, get the knack

Smile on through to the other side

I’m ignored by riffraff and sales staff

Not sure it it’s a blessing or a curse

I love the world,

The world loves me

Like two turtle doves

Being natives in the jungle

The world and me

Have the world to ourselves

All I have to do is laugh

Wear a smile on my face

And very simply put~

Wearing a smile is how I get happy

Keeping Promises ...

Promises we keep and promises we forget...

In looking through my emails to find an email from a seller wanting me to review a bluetooth stereo headset, I came across an email from a person, written in 2013 and I'm not certain I did what I promised.

Back then, November 26th, 2013, The Cartier Street Review received an email from a person, who called himself Jeremy. I don't recall the email itself, but in my email history I see our correspondence. I basically informed "Jeremy" that sending a website to the magazine is not a way to get published - unless one of our editors visited the page and found either art, poetry or began an interview with the person about their art.

With this frame of reference we continued our dialogue with me telling him everything I read on his webpage is true but I don't know what to do with it. Also the links to the pages I was attempting to access did not work that day. But today, every link worked perfectly and never to late: violet on the spot ~ and so, I am sharing now.

On the website of this person, who insisted way back in our email correspondence of July 24th, 2013, that they wish to remain anonymous, I saw and heard some pretty cool things, and as everyone always says and I believe myself, BETTER LATE THAN NEVER.

AND FOR THIS REASON I GIVE THIS LINK TO ANONYMOUS'S WEBSITES.

LISTEN TO THE MUSIC:

http://www.heartofeternal.org/ark/aud/02_pnubalistych.mp3

http://www.heartofeternal.org/ark/aud/02_pnubalistych.mp3

http://www.heartofeternal.org/ark/aud/07_warcry.mp3


Anonymous is clearly talented and very diverse.

Poetry

Just browse through this maze of art ~

RANTING ON ABOUT LIFE’S A BITCH AND THEN YOU DIE

From one day to the next, week to week

Nothing changes much

Everyone’s out of touch

Hoard our pennies

Cat sidles up, rubs against my legs

Throws herself on the floor, begs

Paws raised, belly open, submissive to her fate

Suddenly on her feet, ready

To attack Magick cat

I can’t figure out why Cleo’s

So mean to Magick

Boils down to animal instincts I guess

We cannot help but be who we are

Cleo puts on a show

All about the importance we attribute

To behavior that gives it importance

Gives powers, molds us into

Who we want to be, how we see

Everything on our planet evolves

From how we humans attribute importance

Like a rule we live by

I should have been dead if not

For protection spells a fairy put over me

I lived in a private hell

Lost on the edge of a consonant

I meander through verbs and adverbs

Synonyms, antonyms and homonyms

I’m the master of

A fucking weird word disaster

My world’s spinning faster

I’m not a Christian, I’m a Jew

Through and through

No holds barred

Jesus is my brethren, my brother

From a Jewish mother and father

Jesus is the original Christian

Like you, me too

Buddhists told me reflect on death daily

So I won’t fear it

Really I said, “Is that so, will that work?”

At six I obsessed about death,

Couldn’t imagine that one day

I’ll not be here

Continued reflecting in my teens

Longing for success, I digress,

I confess, my life’s a mess

My restlessness came to possess me

Tried to access the truth

For days I roamed the desert

Of my mind

And still couldn’t find the

Answer to my despair

Came to the conclusion

Life’s not fair,

No one cares

Jealous of my flair

I dare to emerge

Can’t merge into someone else’s shoes

Submerged & locked in a smoke laden room

Sunk in a funk in godforsaken mess

I’ll pack my bags to see where it takes me

Slice a sapphire in half and
Become part of the trinity

PEACE TO ALL SENTIENT BEINGS

Summer’s here but the living’s not easy

Humidity abates here and there,

The air’s pretty hazy

Time’s Square still sleazy

Closed public seating there

Get all our food – from who knows where

When I think about it, get scared

Easy times are rare

Life’s very unfair

Especially for animals on factory farms

Want us to think our meat’s here by charm

Nothing’s very clear

If we were to witness animals' suffering,

Their atmosphere, no space, no air,

Living in their excrement

How many of us could bear

The suffering, does anyone care?

I sit here in my chair waiting

For the rain to come to clean

Dirty city air

Wild horses corralled

by helicopters in the air

Taken to slaughterhouses in Mexico

Denied food or water, hundreds of thousands

By our inhumane society and made into dog food

Marilyn Monroe, a humanist through and through

Exposed this in her last film, the Misfits, in 1961

Look it up online at American Wild Horse Preservation

Trying to deal with so much cruelty

Horrors, animals’ torment

The world’s not what it’s meant to be

Take a deep breath,

Ask who cares?
How do us humans dare?

Words From Great Minds To Remember:

“A righteous man regards the life of animals” – PROVERBS 12:10; 

“If you have men who will exclude any of God’s creatures from the shelter of compassion & pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men” – ST. FRANCIS OF ASSISI; 

“Never, never be afraid to do what’s right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society’s punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul when we look the other way.” – MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.;

“I hope to make people realize how totally helpless animals are, how dependent on us, trusting as a child must that we will be kind and take care of their needs…(They) are an obligation put on us, a responsibility we have no rights to neglect, nor to violate by cruelty….” – JAMES HARRIOT; 

“The greatness of a nation & its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated” – MAHATMA GANDHI

PEACE TO ALL SENTIENT BEINGS

Summer’s here but the living’s not easy

Humidity abates here and there,

The air’s pretty hazy

Time’s Square still sleazy

Closed public seating there

Get all our food – from who knows where

When I think about it, get scared

Easy times are rare

Life’s very unfair

Especially for animals on factory farms

Want us to think our meat’s here by charm

Nothing’s very clear

If we were to witness animal’s suffering,

Their atmosphere, no space, no air,

Living in their excrement

How many of us could bear

The suffering, does anyone care?

I sit here in my chair waiting

For the rain to come to clean

Dirty city air

While wild horses corralled

by helicopters in the air

Taken to slaughterhouses in Mexico

Denied food or water, hundreds of thousands

By our inhumane society and made into dog food

Marilyn Monroe, a humanist through and through

Exposed this in her last film, the Misfits, in 1961

Look it up online at American Wild Horse Preservation

Trying to deal with so much cruelty

Horrors, animals’ torment

The world’s not what it’s meant to be

Take a deep breath,

Ask who cares?
How do us humans dare?

THREE SHORT POEMS

WHAT’S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT?

He’s either a Cancer, a Capricorn or a Scorpio

Maybe just a sociopath

He’s a different sort of guy who

Perfectly jells with your alter ego’s abilities

He acts as though they have a spell upon each other

People in love

He’s a doctor or a lawyer, a newspaper man

A news feature writer, a painter

His words are smooth

Easy to see he’s telling the truth

Handsome, winsome,
Irresistible, he’s made for you and me

PHOTO OF THE CHILD YOU WERE

I see the little boy inside your eyes

Hidden away from prying eyes

Longing to be freed

A little boy hurt inside

Longing for a pinned on Sherriff’s star

You want to get back to where you used to be

To your red knit hoodie

Your favorite to wear as a little boy

Soft brown eyes shine through

The dichotomy of your discontent

Sherriff’s pin emblazoned

on your little boy’s red hoodie

The he you see isn’t the he inside

I AM THE MUSIC IN ME

Everyday I reinvent

Myself to discover who I am

I used to be somebody

Now I’m someone else

Lost inside my own mind

I’m coming through

Got a message in a bottle

I knit, crochet, & do macramé,

I nurture cats, plants, people, and money

I don’t play music to create

My heart beats with the music in me

busy busy busy

It's unbelievable that one can spend so much time writing reviews but I do on Amazon. I take photos of items I'm reviewing and post them along with my reviews. http://www.amazon.com/gp/profile/A2HOPYNO8PMUHP?ie=UTF8&ref_=ya_your_profile

It's kind of nice but gets a bit crazy. I get a lot of items that my friends beg me for, like friends of mine who have teenage daughters love the makeup brush sets I get which are generally worth about 20 to 30 bucks.

I'm a little off centered but wanted to post some photos from the park and from my reviews and other stuff.

All of the photos of items are items I received free in exchange for unbiased reviews at Amazon. It kind of surprised me when it happened. How it happened is that an online friend told me that I should review every item I purchase at Amazon and that then I'd probably get chosen by various sellers as a reviewer. And this is exactly what happened!

food scale I received for review.

bluetooth headphone I received to be used with iPad, iPod, or phone. 

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collapsible colander - I love this items - what a space saver for us folks living in small apartments. 

plastic utensils look like the real thing - silver with designs!

Lexis Grover from Outpatient Asylum performing.

Alexandra Roth's artwork