Delicate Voodoo

Up and Over

2007-06-18T16:10:00.000-07:00

We people, how we strive and search
to understand, to have and hold
things that seem so far from reach.

To understand the way the moon sings
or how the cool breeze can
cling

To sit an watch the contrasts so bold
as a ladybird on fresh grass
or the point where the white of snow
and black of night meet
without a single seam.

To embrace life
and love
and wonderment

But oh, to be over the moon and back again
what's more to do it five times.
Never will you see a smile so pure
nor a heart so full
as one that has been over the moon
and back again
five times.

A Blackened Whisper

2007-05-19T20:04:00.000-07:00

What but whisper quiet
Came the snake from out it's den.
Though the frost nipped at his scales,
For the shaking in his den came too much.
He looked to the sky with his black glass eyes
Where the moon hung, heavy and full,
Like a bowl of farmer's cream in the rain
It's pale coloring so full of ripples and life
The warmed white light, smoothing edges and turning delicate
All life and earth that lie beneith.
When black and deadly bodies turn to sun-warmed silk
What once moved fuild like water,
between all rocks, dirt and green
Now lay quiet, no motion but the flick of a tounge.
Like the black ribbon of some form of bedazzled maiden,
Enraptured and Entrapped,
By things too dark and moonlit for us common folk to understand
Wet eyes now you see, to better see,
A world and sky, too far and vast for any tiny creature
Poor little snake, who turned around,
What but whisper quiet
Turn from the moon to greet cold ground
Returned home where nothing turns black to white.

Twelve Million Stories

2007-01-03T08:37:00.000-08:00

It's under the early sunsets and lite up nights of winter
Upon old hardwood that creaks under the weight of bodies,
But holds remarkabley,
Stubborn and regal with twelve million stories to tell.
It's in the winter that Frost keeps his promise,
That scars speak beautiful and telling volumes and lines become poetic
These things so sweet and damaged

4:03 AM

2006-12-05T02:05:00.000-08:00

The taste of old tea stains the back of your tounge
as you look at the clock and realize how long it's been
since these old walls talked

But dearest,
wipe that sleep from your eyes
because there is some much left here to be done.

Pretty/Frantic

2006-11-12T13:19:00.000-08:00

It was the day when Summer turned to Fall
She stood in the doorway
and looked so strangely beautiful in her fallen apart state
And spoke her pretty frantic words like no one had before…

Love's a Freefall

2006-11-12T13:05:00.000-08:00

Eyes squeezed shut, fingers crossed.

Now, baby let's jump.

Jungle Gym

2006-10-12T00:07:00.000-07:00

So let's relive our respective childhoods

drawing skulls and crossbones and 'X' to mark the spot in the sand

and hanging backwards off the swing

till our hair sweeps the ground.

We'll climb atop the jungle gym and talk about love

cause darling, that sun isn't setting any faster.

My Little Sweet

2006-10-11T23:51:00.000-07:00

Lay your heart and locket on the chopping block my dear.

my sweet.

my damsel in distress.

I'll keep it safe. I swear to you.

Swear on my moon,

my star,

and my axe.

You needn't fear me.

Hush child, stay silent.

So still.

There is nothing to fear here but my wolves.

Pretty fearless wolves,

with bluer eyes than you've ever seen.

And teeth much sharper too.

So wear your sunday best,

that pretty pink dress, you know.

And your darling buckle shoes.

And run with me in the feilds meant for summer fallow.

Just be sure not to step on my pumpkin patch.

My little one

My darling

My sweet.

Hot and Modest

2006-10-11T23:48:00.000-07:00

Too hot to stand it any more and far too modest to take off our clothes....

Underwood

2006-10-11T23:28:00.000-07:00

Underwood Underworld
Trapped under a mahogany desk top...

Honeybush Tea

2006-10-11T23:14:00.000-07:00

I live in a land of tall tales and vastly amusing half truths

Where you spend your days sipping honeybush tea,

and running through the tall grass

looking for tiny frogs to be our friends and possible princes.

But for now I spend my nights watching movies alone

and humming irish ballads

because I need someone to hold my hand

and watch for snakes

while we run through the tall grass....

Old and Gray

2006-10-11T23:05:00.000-07:00

Our clothes may be soaking...

...dripping wet

and we've got burs and...

...twigs and....

....leaves in our hair

But oh the tales we'll weave when we are old and gray....

A change in programming...

2006-10-11T23:00:00.000-07:00

Teea's back so Scoundrelly Aristocracy is reopening... So what to do with this blog?

Well basically I am turning this into my 'Poetics Blog'

basically it's going to be for random writings of mine that I consider poetic.

because I think that's lovely.

-Kelsey Lynn

Arch your back girl, cause your always on display.....

2006-09-08T10:31:00.000-07:00

Current Song: Adalae - The Pink Spiders

Sorry, my last post was such angsty emo crap.... this is me getting it the crap off the top of my page....

So school is started again.... hoorah and bleh at the same time but really no one care about me starting university once more... so I am going to share with the masses of the internet one of my reflections of the summer. I wrote this at like two in the morning one night....

"Tonight, shortly after 11, I jumped into the legislature grounds' wading pools with my clothes on. I was there with my friends Dave and Kristi. We were just wading at first, our pants rolled up but not quite high enough to stay entirely dry. After wandering and wading for some time in the dark Dave insisted upon a swim race. I scoffed at the idea, saying it was too cold and the water too shallow to really swim in. But Dave and Kristi are the presistant sort. Insisting I'd regret it if I didn't.

So we stood in the middle of the pool where you can't see the edges and it seems to go on forever, staring up at the ledge building all lite up and reflecting on the water. We held hands, Kristi in the middle and psyched ourselves up till Kristi tried to pull us in backwards. Dave fell in with her but I just stumbled and wrenched my wrist as I hadn't expected it.

After a bit of splashing around, we sat in the cool water and stared up at the night sky. It was there we had a quiet heart to heart (an 'H to H' as we say) and Kristi said 'I feel so infinate', I laughed and smiled. Kristi talks alot about wanting to feel infinate, but I didn't really get it till right then.

Now all I can do is wonder why we were infinate just then and why that's the only way to describe it and why it feels so right...."

Would I Fight with an Angel?

2006-08-19T15:25:00.000-07:00

current song: Angels - Augustana

God, don't you just hate it when it's never good enough?Okay so my mom's parents were over today (just like every other day... do they even have their own house? no jk. They aren't that bad and I luuuuurve them muchly).... and I was working on an anthro piece. so my mom and my baba (who I totally get my artsy side from) started reeming me out about how I never drqaw anything serious and how 'if it doesn't have ears and a tail, Kelsey's not interested.' and they were really starting to bother me. so I just said, 'well you know I am just trying to find a chance to take over the hallway for a day or two. (the hallway leading to my room is where my easel and major art supplies are kept.) and they started laughing and saying that would never happen... So I was all 'you know what? FINE! we have 4 hours before we leave for the farm. I'll do some serious art now!' stomped upstair and dragged out all my collage stuff.

It was looking so good! I had some old photocopier art stuff and all this nice illustration stuff of victorian clothes and pretty tones of purple and green. It's pretty and moving and really reflects the moment like good 'serious art' should.They hated it. When they finally came up to take a look they were all 'We like bouquets of flowers' and I just said, 'well I don't do that.' besides they few still lifes I did last year, you didn't even like' and my mom is all 'good art isn't just slapped together like this' I was like 'it's a collage! collages are SUPPOSED to be 'slapped together! I told you guys I was going to make a collage!' and they started telling me how 'serious art' means it's still life. like a painting of a pond.....

I am sorry I am a furry artist and I'm sorry I don't sit around painting apples and other stupid fruits. I am sorry that the face of art is changing and you don't get it. I am sorry that I can't paint the goddamn slough in our backyard. I'm sorry I like creating things that reflect my feelings and my veiws. I am sorry I am such a crap artist that I try to make things I actually like.

Try to Find my Place in the Diary of Jane....

2006-08-14T16:36:00.000-07:00

current song: Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin

With Teea gone I didn't feel right about posting on our team blog with my random musings so for now Scoundrelly Aristocrasy is taking a little break. Today and tommorrow and the next little while is all going to be about one thing... Delicate Voodoo.

And even if no one ever reads a word of it, and even if I never get so much as one comment. I still think it's going to be just lovely.

I just picked Delicate Voodoo as a title a moment ago. I have fallen in love with that though. I work at a historic site as a historical interpreter. The other day I was in the General store when I noticed three words on a banner across the front of the anceint Jello box. 'Dainty Delicious Delicate' I pondered those three words the rest of the day and decided they were quite lovely. I don't know why I did this. I just did. But also, recently I have developed a bit of a Marilyn Monroe obsession. And upon watching her classic film the Seven Year Itch I found I adored her way of speaking. Mainly because of her use of the word 'Delicate' In the film she uses it as a sort of all pupose adjective. calling anything wonderful 'deilcate'

As far as the voodoo?

well do I really need a reason?

Love and Snuggles,

Star