Manuela Cardiga's Blog, page 59
September 17, 2014
THE CONSPIRACY OF TIME AND HOW EINSTEIN ALMOST GOT IT RIGHT
I ask myself
Why time
Is so fickle
Frivolous
Flirty sly.
I ask myself
Why clocks
Skip hours
At savage
Pace,
Viciously
Embrace
Inaccuracy;
Conspire
With days,
Hours, minutes,
Seconds,
Micro-nano-
Whatevers,
To burgle
Me of time
I spend
With you.
I wonder
If Einstein knew?
Time is slick.
Oh it slips,
Oily pimp
Of happy hours,
Slips away;
Charges hourly rates
For this ecstacy,
This intricate
Ticking of desire.
MC
Why time
Is so fickle
Frivolous
Flirty sly.
I ask myself
Why clocks
Skip hours
At savage
Pace,
Viciously
Embrace
Inaccuracy;
Conspire
With days,
Hours, minutes,
Seconds,
Micro-nano-
Whatevers,
To burgle
Me of time
I spend
With you.
I wonder
If Einstein knew?
Time is slick.
Oh it slips,
Oily pimp
Of happy hours,
Slips away;
Charges hourly rates
For this ecstacy,
This intricate
Ticking of desire.
MC
Pain lets you know you are alive. If you can feel despai...
Pain lets you know you are alive. If you can feel despair, you are capable of joy. The depths of your agony measure your capacity for happiness. We fall so we can rise.
But we live, we fight, we don't give up; because the very next moment may the one magical instant when everything turns around. It may be the moment you are found.
Manuela Cardiga
But we live, we fight, we don't give up; because the very next moment may the one magical instant when everything turns around. It may be the moment you are found.
Manuela Cardiga
EUROPEAN SKIES PISSING DOWN UNSEASONABLE RAINS, WARM INTERMITTENT SHOWERS BLESS UNHOLY GROUND
The rain dances
Blessings down
Oh the blessing rain falls
On this alien ground
I walk bare-head
My hands extend
To catch drink
Lick the blessing
From my worshipping
Palm.
Sweet soft
Warm rain
Sings down
Jewels my hair
Kisses my lips
Blesses my day
With peace
I wish
To kick my shoes
To Nevermind
Dance in the
Silky mud
Let my dignity
Slide
But the man next to me
Shudders, hides
Behind a cupped
Wire device:
“I hate the rain
I hate the mud,
Look at my feet,
Full of this crud!”
“Too true” squeaks
The Lady with
A rainbow-brolly
“It’s just not jolly,
I hate this rain
It’s such a pain…”
I stand as still as I can
But I just can’t hide:
My feet hop-skip
My shoulders swing
My lips intone
A soundless song
I dance, I dance
And the blessing
Rain,
The kissing
Rain, will drain
For this one day
My pain at exile
From you away.
Manuela Cardiga
Blessings down
Oh the blessing rain falls
On this alien ground
I walk bare-head
My hands extend
To catch drink
Lick the blessing
From my worshipping
Palm.
Sweet soft
Warm rain
Sings down
Jewels my hair
Kisses my lips
Blesses my day
With peace
I wish
To kick my shoes
To Nevermind
Dance in the
Silky mud
Let my dignity
Slide
But the man next to me
Shudders, hides
Behind a cupped
Wire device:
“I hate the rain
I hate the mud,
Look at my feet,
Full of this crud!”
“Too true” squeaks
The Lady with
A rainbow-brolly
“It’s just not jolly,
I hate this rain
It’s such a pain…”
I stand as still as I can
But I just can’t hide:
My feet hop-skip
My shoulders swing
My lips intone
A soundless song
I dance, I dance
And the blessing
Rain,
The kissing
Rain, will drain
For this one day
My pain at exile
From you away.
Manuela Cardiga
September 15, 2014
Review on Amazon for "MANscapes- Journey into Light"
Interesting story... unique and different...
September 14, 2014By kitkat40Format:Kindle EditionInteresting story... somewhat disturbing but at the same time hopeful. I would not recommend this to anyone who likes to avoid the subject of rape in their books. The husband/father was a peculiar and disturbing individual who had a disturbing rape fetish. It made me extremely uncomfortable... which probably was the point!
After 23 yrs of enduring nightly assaults from her husband Clara finally finds the courage to leave. She ends up finding solace in Tahiti where she rediscovers her love for art and finally grows to become a free woman who learns to love.
This author has a talent for writing stories that are unique and full of eccentric and unusual characters. I loved her book Guilty Pleasures for that very reason... it offered something a little different and it was interesting and entertaining. Definitely not like anything I've ever read before. This book was the same experience, just a little darker in content. I will admit that while I was intrigued by the story itself, I did have trouble connecting with the characters. The colorful and artsy descriptions sometimes overwhelmed me.
I know for certain that this will only appeal to a particular audience. So, not really sure who to recommend it too... except those who like to occasionally step outside the box of your more traditional romances. This would be a good choice for a book club. Lots of interesting issues that would make for some colorful debates and discussion. Especially in regards to Clara, our leading lady... very much a victim who finds her way back from dark to light.
After 23 yrs of enduring nightly assaults from her husband Clara finally finds the courage to leave. She ends up finding solace in Tahiti where she rediscovers her love for art and finally grows to become a free woman who learns to love.
This author has a talent for writing stories that are unique and full of eccentric and unusual characters. I loved her book Guilty Pleasures for that very reason... it offered something a little different and it was interesting and entertaining. Definitely not like anything I've ever read before. This book was the same experience, just a little darker in content. I will admit that while I was intrigued by the story itself, I did have trouble connecting with the characters. The colorful and artsy descriptions sometimes overwhelmed me.
I know for certain that this will only appeal to a particular audience. So, not really sure who to recommend it too... except those who like to occasionally step outside the box of your more traditional romances. This would be a good choice for a book club. Lots of interesting issues that would make for some colorful debates and discussion. Especially in regards to Clara, our leading lady... very much a victim who finds her way back from dark to light.
September 14, 2014
For the MANscapes Blog Tour I got asked if there was anyt...
For the MANscapes Blog Tour I got asked if there was anything I wanted to say to the readers?
Here is my answer:
Clara’s story is not unique. There are many Claras out there. Many women are living in the hell of abuse, afraid to walk away because it’s all they know.
Take that first step out of darkness. Once you do, you will be surprised to find the light meets you halfway. Life is not punishment, we all deserve happiness; but it’s not going to fall into your lap. You need to fight for it.
The thing is, once you do act, decide to fight? Something incredible happens: life, the universe –whatever you want to call it – steps into your corner. But you have to choose. The essence of effective living is choice. We choose.
Not all your choices will be right, not everything will work out. But it is YOUR choice, YOUR life. You will no longer be a passive victim things happen to; you will be a survivor, someone who makes things happen, who decides, takes charge and responsibility for her own life.
And remember, the only power anyone has over you, is the power you yield.
MC
Here is my answer:
Clara’s story is not unique. There are many Claras out there. Many women are living in the hell of abuse, afraid to walk away because it’s all they know.
Take that first step out of darkness. Once you do, you will be surprised to find the light meets you halfway. Life is not punishment, we all deserve happiness; but it’s not going to fall into your lap. You need to fight for it.
The thing is, once you do act, decide to fight? Something incredible happens: life, the universe –whatever you want to call it – steps into your corner. But you have to choose. The essence of effective living is choice. We choose.
Not all your choices will be right, not everything will work out. But it is YOUR choice, YOUR life. You will no longer be a passive victim things happen to; you will be a survivor, someone who makes things happen, who decides, takes charge and responsibility for her own life.
And remember, the only power anyone has over you, is the power you yield.
MC
September 13, 2014
SELF-PITY BLUES
Why is it that I Am constantly
On the verge
Of nothing?
Strive as I might,
Fight as I do
I never win
Through.
It slips.
The dream
Slips
Falls.
My fingers
Grow numb.
I drop
The baton
Alone
I cannot
Run.
MC
On the verge
Of nothing?
Strive as I might,
Fight as I do
I never win
Through.
It slips.
The dream
Slips
Falls.
My fingers
Grow numb.
I drop
The baton
Alone
I cannot
Run.
MC
DEADLY AMBITION
Joan alone
Stood between The Gods of Life And the stark Stony bones Of unholy war
Joan alone Heard The lustful groans Of the Death Angels Mingling with Bloody dust And wounded Moans.
Joan alone. Unholy virgin Tore the veil Shielding eyes Of men From sweet Yielding flesh Wielding Slashing Flashing steel.
Joan alone Burst the mould Drained hearts cold Joan alone Was too bold Joan alone must die.
So the English And the French Made common cause Burnt the witch Raised high The eldricht fire Least another angel Should aspire.
A warning: Think, girl, Stay home, And Joan alone Must die.
MC
Stood between The Gods of Life And the stark Stony bones Of unholy war
Joan alone Heard The lustful groans Of the Death Angels Mingling with Bloody dust And wounded Moans.
Joan alone. Unholy virgin Tore the veil Shielding eyes Of men From sweet Yielding flesh Wielding Slashing Flashing steel.
Joan alone Burst the mould Drained hearts cold Joan alone Was too bold Joan alone must die.
So the English And the French Made common cause Burnt the witch Raised high The eldricht fire Least another angel Should aspire.
A warning: Think, girl, Stay home, And Joan alone Must die.
MC
ODE TO HELOISE
Sweet Heloise
Wants
To sing
Though thorns
Pierce our naked
Souls, on our
Barefoot march
Home.
Heloise
Wants
Fierce voices
To ring
Though
Our knees
Sting
From falling
And stubbornly
Stumbling up
To the calling
Ringing bells
Oh Ringing
Heloise
Demands
So we will
March
And chant
And dance
Alone
On our way
Home
MC
Wants
To sing
Though thorns
Pierce our naked
Souls, on our
Barefoot march
Home.
Heloise
Wants
Fierce voices
To ring
Though
Our knees
Sting
From falling
And stubbornly
Stumbling up
To the calling
Ringing bells
Oh Ringing
Heloise
Demands
So we will
March
And chant
And dance
Alone
On our way
Home
MC
