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