Resurrected, Alive, and Living

 

 

 

 

Awaken to the war that you mapped out and strategically placed bridges
The JOY that surrounds this once martyr that lived in darkness
The Soul was destined for LOVE
Looking back living once in a world of tragedy became second nature
The reality of LOVE and the affect he has within your core
People, places, and times connected and joined by one another
Replayed faces and feelings that churn the broken spirit
Lifting the LIGHT all around me
Not without pain and mourning but Death becomes LIFE
The life He always wanted me to LIVE
Don't run from prejudice, fighting for HUMAN equality
Random thoughts encase the mind but I know the MIND was conditioned
The True Spirit of our SOUL was never taken from us
We surrendered to the darkness and we had to find the LIGHT
Enter into the purpose of life and the LOVE we never lost
The souls and hearts that have surrounded me all of my life
HERE I am....Right HERE.....Standing Firm Lord
I have the SWORD and I'm in full attire to testify
I am in your Creation and a part of You living in me The Trinity awakens
My slumber in the darkness
ALIVE, pulse, heartbeat, soul, and Light shinning so brightly
The body that I reside in your Holy Temple
You sent me angels, prophets, preachers, and World Prayer
Welcome to My Life, The evil one knows he can't win, for my Heart was always yours
My safe haven, the boat will not sink, the tide will not give rise to the passengers
The sea is parted by your LIFE, your resurrection, and your Infinite Love
Thank you God
I love you

Epic Novel

 

THE EPIC NOVEL

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the rain falls and your left with the disguise  

Spawned from the original formation  

The epic novel of the life that once was tainted  

Viewed for all the world to see, historic pain of the darkness  

Abstract in nature and simplicity in mind  the story went

Shielded from Suicide this holy one, imagining herself a Virgin

To Love Freely and Be Loved for her Humanness

To live without boundaries and travel to distance lands bringing Love and Peace

The Past Life of Suffering apparent only by the pages, The Bird Free To FLY

Petition this court to acknowledge the wreckage and bid me farewell 

Your LOVE has been a  life source to my soul and Peace the Sun in my Skies

Anchored in the native land exploring the adventures of new love

My captain is waiting for his first mate to sail the seas and explore the Lands

   ~KA D'Aunoy copyright @2015

Return To My Soul (Previous DRAFt reposted)

Why haven't I written in so very long? Have I been scared to express my inner purpose?
My soul is trapped and caged and yearning for an open audience.
I have proclaimed this year to be a year of Complete Expression.
I will be free to express every part of myself, be it of the written word,
poetry, art, or personal communication.

Finding out that you can be FREE is one of the most rewarding gifts, but finding out that you have been caged is more than devastating. What you choose to do at this point is left to your own devices.

"Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is." ~Jackson Pollock

"I've learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the spring that fed it." ~Ernest Hemingway

Today I brought my daughter to the see, "The Rise of the Guardians"
 and after seeing the movie I realized that I've lost sight of my Dreams, I vow to write down my goals and dreams. To be continued................

Note to self: It's about time I get back to ME

Instant Access

The access into our hearts isn't through the bloodstream
Our arteries can only articulate access
The chambers are only passages into the heart
The vibration of muscle can only pump access
Receiving blood and pumping blood out
The heart can keep the beat
A heart is all aspects of anatomy a muscle
But a True Heart and my interpretation differ
A heart gives LOVE AND RECIEVES LOVE
How can one live without a heart?
The Human heart Loves and Hopes at all cost
To give one's life for the sake of LOVE is the greatest Gift
I fear not death for I have loved and I have been loved
LOVE IS NOT A DEFINITION IT IS AN ACTION
CAN one die for LOVE? Yes we can die to one's self
Looking around and examining ways that others LOVE
Feeling Pain for those who hurt
LOVE IS NOT GUARDED IT IS the guardian that guides your path

LOVE is YOU and every part of you

The Epic Novel

 

 

                                                             

  "The Epic Novel"

 

When the rain falls and your left with the disguise

Spawned from the original formation

The epic novel of the life that once was tainted

Viewed for all the world to see

Abstract in nature and simplicity in mind

The Solitutde of a lone sail unraveling

Upon the rocks she sits

Petition this court to acknowledge the wreckage

The beauty of the bow that once was

Anchored in the native land exploring the adventures of new

 

~KA D'Aunoy

The Plastic Facade

                                
   

                                                                       The Plastic Facade

I see the imperfection you try to hide
The real You lurking about

Your flaws unseen to the naked eye

Hidden from the truth and driven from darkness

The pain and anguish you try to disguise 

You torture yourself daily, the inevitable doom

You believe the lies you tell yourself
You can no longer determine What is reality and what is fantasy

Poor, pitiful little girl you are so lost and hidden from true reality
Your emptiness consumes your existence
Every tormenting thought awakens The Plastic Facade

~KA Faulk  copyright@2009


This poem was called to mind after writing,

  Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)

              We Wear the Mask


    WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
    It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
    This debt we pay to human guile;
    With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
    And mouth with myriad subtleties.
    Why should the world be over-wise,
    In counting all our tears and sighs?
    Nay, let them only see us, while
            We wear the mask.
    We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
    To thee from tortured souls arise.
    We sing, but oh the clay is vile
    Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
    But let the world dream otherwise,
            We wear the mask!

Photo taken from: http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://www.facebook.com/janine.mizera.photography

Clutter of the MIND

CLUTTER OF THE MIND....

The spiral of the UNFORGOTTEN Life

This here that there, a miss, a forgotten momento

Another purchase left unattended and thrown amongst the PILE

The LIFE I see remembered from childhood

The little girl who had no home and knew not where she belonged

A mother who NEVER took care of her own needs

She gave until she had no more and then she exploded

THE SCREAM I recall so well

The daddy who just wanted to LIVE in PEACE

The mother who tried to love herself but found it so much easier

TO LOVE everyone else.....

That is what this Life I see before me recalls to mind

I had to get OUT

I never belonged or so I always felt

Who were these people surrounding my BEING, living in my house?

Could it be my mother and father?

I'm to exhausted to even SPEAK

The Knowing

                        

The Knowing

Her entire being knows his soul, the child within seeks his arms

Lacking the strength to approach the journey she turns around

To the conventional life of woman and child

To Discover his hands guiding her journey

The Strong Trees always protected the Purity of her soul

She has reached the Safe Haven of her heart

She breathes out loud once again and knows she was chosen

This guided path was sanctioned from above

~KA Daunoy

note to self: Pieces of me on Paper feel good

Creative Spirits

Creative Spirits moved by the seasons
My Pen ready to write
My Brush longing for brilliant, colorful paints to stroke thy Canvas
My Muse Clarity and Freedom, Freedom to Breathe Out Loud
Never looking back, Face Forward
Create, Inspire, and most of all Dream

note to self: Create Creative Spirit

My New Journey

Finally moved and enjoying our new home! I miss Blogging, I owe to myself to express whatever I feel, see, or want to explore. Blogging is a type of medicine that heals the soul.

Miss you guys, stay tuned to weekly blogging. Have to work towards publishing that book. Hope all is Marvelous in your World!

Electric Embrace

 I can feel the emotion of your Electric Embrace

Your body moves me in a notion I've dreamt of

The movement of your sensation arouses my temptation

Your memory if one I can't erase

The poetry of your trance the body of your stance

Feels this heart with exhilaration

Captured in a dream, followed by your glance

Embraced in this never ending romance

The boldness of your direction

Embodies my affection

                     

~KA D'Aunoy

note to self: need to take a writing class

                                        

                                                 

Salvador Dali - Inspiration In Many Forms

Salvador Dali 

                       

Dalí, Salvador (1904-89): Spanish painter, sculptor, graphic artist, and designer. After passing through phases of Cubism, Futurism and Metaphysical painting, he joined the Surrealists in 1929 and his talent for self-publicity rapidly made him the most famous representative of the movement. Throughout his life he cultivated eccentricity and exhibitionism (one of his most famous acts was appearing in a diving suit at the opening of the London Surrealist exhibition in 1936), claiming that this was the source of his creative energy. He took over the Surrealist theory of automatism but transformed it into a more positive method which he named `critical paranoia'. According to this theory one should cultivate genuine delusion as in clinical paranoia while remaining residually aware at the back of one's mind that the control of the reason and will has been deliberately suspended. He claimed that this method should be used not only in artistic and poetical creation but also in the affairs of daily life. His paintings employed a meticulous academic technique that was contradicted by the unreal `dream' space he depicted and by the strangely hallucinatory characters of his imagery. He described his pictures as `hand-painted dream photographs' and had certain favorite and recurring images, such as the human figure with half-open drawers protruding from it, burning giraffes, and watches bent and flowing as if made from melting wax.

(The Persistence of Memory, MOMA, New York; 1931)

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http://mlmerillat.wordpress.com/tag/aging/

The concept from painting from one's dreams was first introduced to me after viewing Chagall's collection of art.

                                                            Titled: Mr. Happy 

                   http://artmodel.wordpress.com/2009/05/15/mr-happy-the-love-of-marc-chagall/

 Salvador Dali took dreams to a completely different level describing his work as hallucinatory characters of his imagery. "He described his pictures as `hand-painted dream photographs' ." As I'm painting more these days I find myself painting with more FLOW....lending my brush to creative thought and concept, not a pretty picture. 

Note to Reader: I hope Dali's work of art inspire you as much as it inspire me to Think OUTSIDE THE BOX.

http://www.123456.comoj.com/?page_id=405

Just a few of Salvador Dali's paintings that Inspire Me

Information Taken from the following sources:
http://www.duke.edu/web/lit132/dalibio.html
http://greensurrealism.pbworks.com/w/page/15877249/Salvador%20Dali

My Creative Discoveries

Some Exploration, Art Therapy, and Creative Discoveries......

Light To My Soul

Let there be LIGHT to cover up the Darkness Underneath my heart and soul
No Hiding from the unsettled events of my past
The Past is DEAD and GONE
The Present is ALIVE
The Future is my ANSWER
FREEDOM, PEACE, and LOVE surround my SOUL
The LIGHT of The SPIRIT
The resting place and resolve to my SOUL

Note to self: I miss writing, it helps me to figure out who I am and where I'm going
I admit I need you guys

Time To Write My Own Script

THE END

The end of what? The end of the LIFE that was lived to please others! The end of the LIFE that you thought you were suppose to be in. The end of the little girl catering to the family dynamics, the HERO child is FUCKING sick of being the HERO! The True authentic self has risen from the dead. My mind no longer blocked from Fucking TRAUMA, don't EVEN feel sorry for me. I NEVER ever want potty. That is the worst thing anyone can do is treat me with pity. I'm a FUCKING warrior who's been in battle all her LIFE. The scars you see I wear proudly!!!!!! You see I was always the PROPER girl, the one who had to never drink, never smoke, never have sex, and GOD forbid I have fun, really what is FUN? I'm using FUCK allot here because it's such a freeing word right now. I NEVER ever use to curse, God forbid I curse. Right here you may think I'm going to place the blame on my parents......well Gotcha! I developed this family dynamic in my own head as a child. DID my parents contribute to my family dynamics, yes OFCOURSE! The dominant screaming mother, the passive father who just wanted peace (oh yeah he molested me as a child), the PSYCHO sister who was deviant, alcoholic drug head. Yes, OFCOURSE these beings had some role to play in my Play. I was such a great Director, or so I thought! What my play lacked was a different Main Character, the HERO With a Voice! The Hero child that was able to be a child. Ok should we even call her a HERO child? That's the retake right there. She took on too much as a young child. She missed some steps, she didn't know that she could be a real kid with real feelings that belonged to her. The ROBOT has truly broken! The Repairman not needed! She has a reboot button and she can repair herself and when she hits reboot, she turns into a HUMAN who writes her soul and isn't afraid if ANYONE READS it, her stories must be told! Her puzzles don't need to be finished. Her art is in progress and "HER" LIFE begins!!!!! She makes NO EXCUSES for who She IS! 

A Senior Portrait

My oldest daughter Hailey is graduating from High School this year and this brings to mind the life I never LIVED. If you've never allowed yourself to be you, have fun, get crazy as a teenager then what are you left with at the realization at the ripe old age of 43? Can I go back in time? NO! I do realize every part of my life has led me to the person I am today! I'm so grateful God has been with me on my Journey and HE is with Hailey now.

I'm so very proud of my daughter and who she is. I'm confident that she will make wise choices and she has a great future ahead of her. Even though she is turning 19 this month I still see her as my little girl that I want to protect, I guess that will never change.

Note to self: thank you God!!

Journey of Self Discovery Through The Designs of My Mind

Exploring the Journey of Self Discovery through the DESIGNS OF MY MIND.

My heart's Navigator not always in tune with the road I travel.

The Bridges join my Soul's TRUE LOVE.

My Heart pours out into the oceans of many.

My Victory, my voyage, conqueror of undiscovered land.


Note to reader: Explanation
The Green Eye Represents Growth, The Red Eye Represents Passion.
The Butterfly that joins the two souls represents Transition of Life
The Bridge joins the two worlds together.
The Tree symbolizes Growth and the Sun symbolizes Energy.


My Artistic Therapy

Newly Designed Jewelry

Double Wrap Leather Bracelet with Crystal Silver/Black Handmade Beads and Silver Ornate Button For Clasp

Leather Necklace with Freshwater Pearls and Silver Embelishemts

My New Art

Just Painting Away!

My Discoveries, My Journey

We have started a painting group! Some friends of mine paint once a week and pick a painting to inspire our creative thought. We usually all end up with completely different creations that amaze all of us. There isn't any formal instruction so we sort of go by our own rules. I'm quite a free spirit so painting without rules is right up my alley. I'm so grateful that I'm actually able to paint without being so critical of myself. Painting is a Journey and I like to think it's a Journey of Self Discovery.


When painting I try to stear away from perfection, each stroke takes me to a different idea or possiblity. I would like to say thank you to all of the wonderful artists on my blog that have inspired me. Far from perfection, but on my own Creative path I have begun to paint.

note to self: Next painting LARGE, outside POLLOCK style

note to artists: Keep Discovering

Painting take from Dooby Brain: Make Your Own Pollock
http://www.doobybrain.com/2007/12/11/make-your-own-jackson-pollock-painting/