Joy Leftow's Blog, page 18
June 8, 2014
Joy AKA violet performing "I Sing The Blues For You Today" with Demetrius Daniel, Charles Worrel, & Dubblex.
Joy AKA Violet performing, "I Sing The Blues For You Today" with Demetrius Daniel, Charles Worrell, & Dubblex. JoyandDubblex Poets
May 17, 2014
HEART’S CALL POSTPONED
At sunset you enter my mindAt day’s first light there you areIn my mind’s eyeWant to embed your heart in mineA looking glass of time
Dawn arrives, you areLike a sparkling starYou light up my life Like my personal sunMy world rotates around youBelieve I’ve become undone
Awake, seek email and text responses,Sexual healing renaissance betrayedTouch myself, pretend your hands touch what I feelVisualize every inch of your length and girthWonder how to make it go insideForced to abandon my private taboos
Fantasize, see us nude, side by sideYou confide secrets made at high tidePart of me died, left by the waysideFries my brain to maintain your imageTry to avoid each typical scrimmageDeny your heart wants so long – like a lost songSearching its key, unable to see eclipse of your star
Baked in my heart’s ovenBewitched bothered and bewilderedLive in light your pores exudeFor the blue coin of our futurePrepared to suture and heal wounds of our past
License to carry artWield like dangerous sharp weaponMisconstruction, solstice ellipse, heavenly scriptsWonder why I await you in vainConception of immaculate virgin reignWonder if this is a new lesson
Life infused by total eclipse of my soul
Dawn arrives, you areLike a sparkling starYou light up my life Like my personal sunMy world rotates around youBelieve I’ve become undone
Awake, seek email and text responses,Sexual healing renaissance betrayedTouch myself, pretend your hands touch what I feelVisualize every inch of your length and girthWonder how to make it go insideForced to abandon my private taboos
Fantasize, see us nude, side by sideYou confide secrets made at high tidePart of me died, left by the waysideFries my brain to maintain your imageTry to avoid each typical scrimmageDeny your heart wants so long – like a lost songSearching its key, unable to see eclipse of your star
Baked in my heart’s ovenBewitched bothered and bewilderedLive in light your pores exudeFor the blue coin of our futurePrepared to suture and heal wounds of our past
License to carry artWield like dangerous sharp weaponMisconstruction, solstice ellipse, heavenly scriptsWonder why I await you in vainConception of immaculate virgin reignWonder if this is a new lesson
Life infused by total eclipse of my soul
May 5, 2014
LONGINGS
Living takes its tollsWounds take their toll; our souls growLove a strong soul song
Hearts see - hear souls criesSoul wide-open, like my eyesHungry minds grasp for sky
Color like honeyLike caramel, so sweet Love flows thru blood, lives
Triple Love Haiku,
For Enrico, who preaches "less is more."
Hearts see - hear souls criesSoul wide-open, like my eyesHungry minds grasp for sky
Color like honeyLike caramel, so sweet Love flows thru blood, lives
Triple Love Haiku,
For Enrico, who preaches "less is more."
May 2, 2014
May 1, 2014
Seasons Of Love
Eyes lock, hands touch, onetouch worth more than thousand wordsheat courses through my veins
April 26, 2014
Enrico Miguel Thomas - The Subway Artist
Artist At Work - Next featured Artist for Cartier
This guy is fantastic, very creative and a damned hard worker. Every day he drags his easel, paints, sharpie, markers and his bag of goodies to a different NYC location and works his butt off drawing first with the sharpie markers then painting. Enrico Miguel Thomas is the only artist I've ever seen to begin with markers instead of pencils. His works shows movement and he paints the entire day then retires to his studio where he finishes his works, perfecting their balance.
Below are some photos I took of Enrico working on the Burberry Building in NYC.
Here are some of Enrico Miguel Thomas' links to learn more.
A Sharpie Ad Thomas features in:http://www.nobodyslooking.com/17183/679146/gallery/sharpie-enrico-miguel-thomas
Written up in The New York Times! http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/05/13/after-an-artist-steps-away-from-his-bag-a-summons-and-a-legal-battle/
http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/04/21/artist-uses-the-subway-as-subject-and-canvas/
Other publications:http://www.salon.com/2013/05/19/subway_artist_battles_the_mta_for_right_to_make_art_partner/
http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/enrico-thomas.html
Thomas' websites:http://www.EnricoMiguelThomas.net
http://emtart.wordpress.com/2013/01/24/the-immense-power-of-art-can-get-you-anything/
This guy is fantastic, very creative and a damned hard worker. Every day he drags his easel, paints, sharpie, markers and his bag of goodies to a different NYC location and works his butt off drawing first with the sharpie markers then painting. Enrico Miguel Thomas is the only artist I've ever seen to begin with markers instead of pencils. His works shows movement and he paints the entire day then retires to his studio where he finishes his works, perfecting their balance.
Below are some photos I took of Enrico working on the Burberry Building in NYC.
Here are some of Enrico Miguel Thomas' links to learn more.
A Sharpie Ad Thomas features in:http://www.nobodyslooking.com/17183/679146/gallery/sharpie-enrico-miguel-thomas
Written up in The New York Times! http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/05/13/after-an-artist-steps-away-from-his-bag-a-summons-and-a-legal-battle/
http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/04/21/artist-uses-the-subway-as-subject-and-canvas/
Other publications:http://www.salon.com/2013/05/19/subway_artist_battles_the_mta_for_right_to_make_art_partner/
http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/enrico-thomas.html
Thomas' websites:http://www.EnricoMiguelThomas.net
http://emtart.wordpress.com/2013/01/24/the-immense-power-of-art-can-get-you-anything/
April 25, 2014
Scents of Delight
You smell as sweet as a mango that I delay eating so I can smell it all day long. At night, I bite the skin, pull a strip back and run my tongue and teeth across the mango pulp. I don’t want to take that first bite because I want to smell that sweet fruit all day long. Let’s pretend we’re falling in love. Look deep into my eyes and be hypnotized by your eyes reflected in mine. Memorize the details of each scenario beginning with our first electrified touch, following through with flirtatious flow, slow emphasis on each word describing our desires. Our first attempts at lovemaking begin in my mind.
April 22, 2014
Peace Prayer
Need alone down time to survive threatening circumstancesNeed to listen to the hurt, hear the criesRegrets I try to forget to leave behindI turned a blind eye to the answervow to leave doubt out of the question to my answerlies survive my lips deny my heart fears a mishap on the horizonAn angel forsaking our great nation on the verge of denialDoes Gehinnom exist - a Jew’s purgatoryRefuse to accommodate doubts about heaven or hell: GehinnomIntensification exists without doubtFingertips feel my heartbeat with passion the sensation alive in my drivePain sears through my womb pain, rips my soul from a concentration campArrive at a better nation based on the assumptionThat they do what they want to and we do what we’re toldSecrets we hold near, they hurt but they stay there I deny what we live throughlive outside my head in the grip of a constant illusion hear my conversations that never occur I survive the delusion I live inside my headthe rich imaginings of what was said and never was or will bedie and I never said what I meant to say to you and now I never willthe pain never stops I keep moving my feet to a beat only I hear,
I try to help someone hear,please hear but no one hears but meStanding alone in a grim bleak reality, coming and going aloneSolutions flash by and are slashed off by reality as I follow the path of Dorothy unafraid of what proceeds me, lays in wait in a roughened bush burning by the side of an elegant brook in forest of deceit I wander hearing innocent animals slaughtered the cries calling out in my head instead of a reality frozen in a time frame waiting for a way out of the underflow I call to every passer by I seePlease, I beg, a hand please, I beg you don’t hurt me I’m only a first time offender I didn’t mean to raise my hand, absolution for the abortion, please stop the pollution, I hear the cries of an ancient race of animals now all dead, there’s no more of them to kill, only a lab created animal exists Please father, a benediction before I go and leave this universeCan you give me a calculation of where you think I’ll beFather I have sinned, 10 hail Mary’s and go your way and sin no more I promise, father I have sinnedAfraid there’s another life waiting somewhere to find me Explore, seeking to find my way out of mischief into
a glance of an inner richer universeno exsanguination pleaseTry not to cry but the tears build in my eyes betray meWater builds but doesn’t flow, yet you see meI explode into another me who is she? I don’t know I didn’t make her she is me there bubbling beneath the blood warm ready to burst forth in flames fires burst forth from my mouth like a dragon breathing fire Iexplode into a new meonce more a reinvention of who I want to be
I try to help someone hear,please hear but no one hears but meStanding alone in a grim bleak reality, coming and going aloneSolutions flash by and are slashed off by reality as I follow the path of Dorothy unafraid of what proceeds me, lays in wait in a roughened bush burning by the side of an elegant brook in forest of deceit I wander hearing innocent animals slaughtered the cries calling out in my head instead of a reality frozen in a time frame waiting for a way out of the underflow I call to every passer by I seePlease, I beg, a hand please, I beg you don’t hurt me I’m only a first time offender I didn’t mean to raise my hand, absolution for the abortion, please stop the pollution, I hear the cries of an ancient race of animals now all dead, there’s no more of them to kill, only a lab created animal exists Please father, a benediction before I go and leave this universeCan you give me a calculation of where you think I’ll beFather I have sinned, 10 hail Mary’s and go your way and sin no more I promise, father I have sinnedAfraid there’s another life waiting somewhere to find me Explore, seeking to find my way out of mischief into
a glance of an inner richer universeno exsanguination pleaseTry not to cry but the tears build in my eyes betray meWater builds but doesn’t flow, yet you see meI explode into another me who is she? I don’t know I didn’t make her she is me there bubbling beneath the blood warm ready to burst forth in flames fires burst forth from my mouth like a dragon breathing fire Iexplode into a new meonce more a reinvention of who I want to be
March 15, 2014
I Need My Words
Need to see words hand written,Need words typed in neat clean lettersWords born disappear like a sunrise mist Gone by midmorning Daily a fight ensues to restore my words to memoryWords stain my brain like berries stain my fingertipsFaces and names get easier than specific word recallLose track of adjectives, verbs, and adverbsNouns and verbs stream by my consciousness steamed by battle Articles circumvent examination, addledWords flee from my lips Escaping interjections and prepositionsFrustration when words get away,Write words down, use pen and microsoft
Pray to revive lost words, absorption in proper punctuation, grammar, Avariciously use pen, paper, and computerDevelop vocabulary, learn pronunciationRavenously, like a wolf, write words, devour words, Believe words, hoard words are me, Words deliver, create lust; rousts self-criticism, spreads similar views,Words are abused and used Words create desires; produce peace and love, Words are seeds; words flower they flourish,Grow out of control
Write words carefully, choose words Ardently respect word power Words race around my mind
surround me like vagabonds searching warmth and nourishmentContemplate obscure, little known meanings Scrutinize each word’s effectEach word opens spaces, new placesEach word provides sensitivity to pain and pleasure, Stretches mental capacityWords read and said exist, disappear like wind at sunsetWords written, never read, disintegrate like carapace
Write words, fear I’ll lose them if I don’t write and say them Read written words aloud, hear their soundsWord clouds form above my head like Lil’ Abner Greedily read words, lap words up from books and cyberspaceOver passing seasons
Words capture a moment in eternity
Pray to revive lost words, absorption in proper punctuation, grammar, Avariciously use pen, paper, and computerDevelop vocabulary, learn pronunciationRavenously, like a wolf, write words, devour words, Believe words, hoard words are me, Words deliver, create lust; rousts self-criticism, spreads similar views,Words are abused and used Words create desires; produce peace and love, Words are seeds; words flower they flourish,Grow out of control
Write words carefully, choose words Ardently respect word power Words race around my mind
surround me like vagabonds searching warmth and nourishmentContemplate obscure, little known meanings Scrutinize each word’s effectEach word opens spaces, new placesEach word provides sensitivity to pain and pleasure, Stretches mental capacityWords read and said exist, disappear like wind at sunsetWords written, never read, disintegrate like carapace
Write words, fear I’ll lose them if I don’t write and say them Read written words aloud, hear their soundsWord clouds form above my head like Lil’ Abner Greedily read words, lap words up from books and cyberspaceOver passing seasons
Words capture a moment in eternity
March 10, 2014
Missouri Review mentioned me as a great woman writer to read!
Writers are especially sensitive creatures even if we do wear tough armour to protect ourselves. I'm no different than most of us writers in that way. My ego also comes into play on occasion, so recently when I checked to see where I'd been mentioned lately on Google, I was not only flabbergasted, but honored, to be listed in the article below by Alison Balaskovits. Something like this makes all my effort seem worth it. Thank you to the Missouri Review, and to Ms. Balaskovits, for noticing and mentioning me.
