"Vampire Let Me Coax You Past Your Evil Intent"

This painting is from my "ke ala o Pele" series... sorry, I have so many painting I would have to look it up.. sorry. I do know that it is a 36x48 oil on canvas... lol

OK... turn on the music/utube for my poem below.




"Vampire Let Me Coax You Past Your Evil Intent"

Vampire
let me coax you past this now.
Vampire
let me tell you how to draw
a scorpion
and the wings of yore.
Please
have a bit of mercy
will you?
Mercy
on me
and please
let it be
allowed
to
think
as well...
is that too much to ask?

Vampire
let me sing.
Please.

"They"
Those people in the midst of the condemned
including me
or is that me too narcissistic?
Perhaps
and yet
I see what I do see.

And so
take note
voices
do they
and can we
reach
higher
than we ever thought we could?
Call out.
Can we
at least bow our heads
and take notice?

Those who are in fact evil
yes
evil
indeed
set along anyones pathway
we see them
and then
plead.
Fire on the land
amid the open seas
when and where will this story end?

I shudder
eyes that do spy on all
from time
you know it too
right?
Will they somehow be forgotten?
At least by me.
And yet
reluctantly
and equally
well remembered
under traces of our conscience
of a well induced
time
line.
OMG... yes, hopefully!

Scribbled within their plans
an evil doers moods
set upon a lands circumference
light
yet mysteriously
dark
coming through.
I am a victim of a dicodemy
and a vengeance of my own minds
eye.
I wish that I could just let it rest here
within this sigh
but let me watch it
for now
to decide
dicodemy arise.

I am meditative
I am indeed criticized
by my own suspicious moves.
A vampire flying quickly
across a darkened mind
and within its potential
a dark setting moon
of gloom.
And all the while
this gothic tune
became too great
to be known
to certain fairies
who did not understand colors
nor the height of a fires flame.
Ohh dear fairies
not to worry
tis a transgression of sainthood
not perceived by anyone
or is it
everyone?

Well.. let me take that back
yes let me do that
for when I view the ice upon the land
and the fire that pursues it
I am enamored enough to say
it is me
it is you
and the evil or good that passes this way
will forever remain
despite what we complain about.
Everything will keep its pace
and stay
forever in their own ways
lest of course
passion
yes passion
breaks right through.

20 June 2009
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen

If You Find Her... If She Hears You...

"Casino" 36x48 oil on canvas

"Faery Dragons Roar For Prisoners of Lost Youth and Thus They Cried For a Beautiful Queens Passing"

"The Secret" 36x48 oil on canvas


Youth sought after and a Faery Dragons longing to give a queen eternal youth... to no avail.

"Faery Dragons Roar For Prisoners of Lost Youth and Thus They Cried For a Beautiful Queens Passing"

Faery dragons
roar for prisoners of beauty
when they are caught
in-between
the seasons.

It's true.

Yet more to this tale
of a dragon's queen
seasoned forever
blue.

Victims of time
that age doth ultimately meet
ignoring any setting suns
or romantic affairs
a hero doth meet.
Their set plans
despite anyone's time-line
destiny is of a certainty
pursued.

Protecting herself from the glass
a queen glanced shyly into a mirror.
Ohh, "If only"
was her lament.
If only a different circumstance
age had greeted
a youthful repose
and yet..
No.

Disbelieving strangers
as they said it was not true
a narcissistic queen
left the hallway
and walked into her own
lonely
gloom.
Perhaps it was a fairy dragon
needing her at a dawning midnight
to enhance the queens beauty
and find here forever youthfully
for him
groomed.

Spirits of the dead
sounding off with their whistles
reaching whatever vibrations
a dragon once slain
might recall.

There will thus
always be
gentle souls
who circle round a babies laughter
tending to the scents in the air.
Babies breath
bringing the lovely sound of flowers
to cradle every infants gateway
in a bed of roses
and whisper of loving
care.

So beware
to those who seek a youthful view
for the queen did pass
once she left the dragons room.
Slipping into a trance
of a sparkle
on a lake
that let the moon shine through.
Into a destiny
nebulous swoon
for after the queen met a babies laughter
the fairy dragon sadly
knew...
His queen
mortal be
slipped past eternity
and into the galaxy
of a wilting flowers bloom.

Copyright 2009
by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen


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ABOUT Kathy Ostman-Magnusen: I am an artist, represented by Monkdogz Urban Art, New York. ORIGINAL ART may be purchased through Monkdogz: http://www.monkdogz.com/chelseagallery/artistart/Magnusen/artist_magnusen.htm