Chaotic Kaleidoscopic Patterns

An Ice Princess returned to her still and peaceful
frozen kingdom; too much humanity in her sister’s 
sunny land of chaotic kaleidoscopic patterns of re-
curring debts and random decisions which flowed
together until resolving into pictures of excitement
without routine and security, filling her visit with an
unmusical noise, her sister nervous and fidgety

Queen of Hearts phrasing edicts on the Princess’s
future hair-do’s and the importance of losing weight,
the Queen preparing meals without proper utensils,
no sharp knife nor chopping board and no planning
when buying groceries nor in preparing a meal, the
Queen choosing to surprise herself in the now, like
Pratchett’s character ‘Wen’ the Eternally Surprised

Her sister’s self-defeating sarcasm towards the land-
lady and litanies of litigation were self-contradictory,
Conan - dad sitting outside and taking his meals all
alone as difficulty chewing evokes derision; budget
constraints revealed in small meals - yet expensive
shampoo & creams; artificial joviality to conceal
irritation unsuccessfully - this inevitable

Unity in inability to escape each other also held a
strange charm, now back home the princess alone,
kids well-behaved & the strict Scorpion King ruling
through planning and discipline, an ordered world
without weird transactions and emotional blackmail
or continuous criticism, a velvet world of musical
vocalisation where creative activities take place

Without argument and blame...

[6 July 2014]

Anything They Want [REV.]

While I live in a world of ideas my sister lives
in a world of events; I ponder imponderables,
or try to, watch ‘Back To The Future’ movies
speculating with characters about an ‘art’ of
changing past as well as present and future,
echoing the theories of Jane Robert’s Seth -
all time is simultaneous, we travel back and
forth in horizontal, vertical, diagonal & every
other line in between; our reality is but one
part of the turning ball of reality, that which
digitally switches on and off -

My sister’s embedded deep in life’s events,
living each experience with intensity that I
can’t match, and we are permitted different
realities because there’s space enough for
everyone; somewhere all theories become
true, it’s why life’s a great privilege created
as such moment by moment - & everyone
gets what they expect - if they understand
this they can create anything they want…

Sing To The Sea [REV.]

Visiting with Tinker Bell, my twin sis, she is
sunny & practical, does everything herself;
I’m Periwinkle - living in the snow though I
adore the sun myself - together we’ve still
to learn the secrets of wings, how to glow
when we see each other instead of anger
and argument; we’re on our way to see
mom, Queen of Hearts, and dad - Conan

It’s past twelve already - I’ve yet to plan &
pack, & should things go wrong get ready
to face adversity, though I am prepared to
like everything as long as we return to the
water-fall in the mountain, which is more
beautiful than anything I can imagine

And if the mist lies quiet in the dells I want
to stop and stare amazed, not charge past
at the speed of wind; I want to feel beauty
of the Cape, experience the restrained but
zany nostalgia of that pristine mountain
world, walk on the beach, sing to the sea…

No-one Else [REV.]

A long, long time ago the crocodile read personality is our
own creation, could be made into anything we are able to
imagine; thus we’re freed to think positive thoughts about
ourselves - & she dreamed of being a dragonfly, hovering,
draping herself over flower petals - until she turned into a
Walt Disney fairy, flying about on dragonfly wings

She read we are what we think & indulged in dreaming;
she’s a princess found by the King who crowned her his
Queen, but learned no-one else can be part of a fantasy,
loneliness is the way, take note how each writes endings
of their lives from the beginning - and along the way - it
seems suffering is reacted to differently; some grow

More loving & others are embittered; the crocodile chose
loving, it never stops, forms the most delicate memories -
even histories change when seen in new perspectives &
music themes increase in meaning as feelings evolve to
reflect back to her, the crocodile enjoys lovability of most
everyone currently - even those who stumble, complain

And mumble; mostly there’s loving human beings behind
each of the smoke-screen façades…

[26 June 2014]

A Rose-Petal Top [REV.]

Still under influence of Lactosa, Sucralosa and Leucine, the
three evil sisters Selatine, Princess of Darkness and Rotten
Teeth, employs; in a shop I saw fleecy tops in beautiful pink
shades of cerise, fuchsia, lavender-magenta which became
flower petals in my thoughts, bought another rose-petal top
to salve the hurt crocodile within in charge when these evils
had my mind enchained - with a new lavender-magenta top

The crocodile is a princess again, no-one can see scales or
strange reptilian feet, dancing happy, camouflaged in beauty
bathing in dreams of fairy utopias where a crocodile is also
butterfly; what a great recompense for spending money on
flowery things, it’s wonderful to be a happy crocodile today

[26 June 2014]

Emergency Crocodile Survival [REV.]

Discovered a new sweetener half the cost of the real
McCoy to be toxic; seemed chocolate was getting me
down but all the time it was this beastie, every cup of
sweetened tea weakened me, switched off my brain
‘til emergency crocodile survival functions only were
left - wandered about in a daze

Felt better after a fresh vegetable meal but destroyed
it ingesting more sweetener - growing too listless to
tackle challenges faced, thinking I have pellagra or a
deep mental disturbance, losing contact with reality &
sleeping just about everywhere, on my desk at work
(what a shame to be caught snoring!), home in front

Of TV, quite flabbergasted small offences like tasting
icing & one cupcake had me nearly pass out; realised
today each sweetened cup of morning tea caused me
to reel and I ascribed it to other things - thank heaven
it’s not an unforgivably fatal illness, so away with thee,
evil sweetener, let me be free

I’ve no time for this hundred-year-sleep-syndrome, I
want energy to make the best of life, not sink into the
mire of a reptilian past…

Help Her Keep Slim [Rev.]

A pixie lookalike Nici came home
with cap on her head - Dad said -
Are you staying or do you have a
date tonight?

Her reply, I’m going ice-skating
with Laptop Guy - if you feel I
cost too much to feed if I’m not
here when you prepare a plate

For me I’ll eat elsewhere gladly;
immediately Dad faltered, sorely
defeated by her sharp acumen -
No dear, it’s just that I’d like to

Know when you will be here; I
felt sympathy for him, she looks
the most adorable wee thing -
how can her Dad share his

Darling with the World at Large, 
especially Justin & Eduard &
Wiehahn, Laptop Guy and
everyone else when he’s

Last in the line of adoring
fellows; trying to tie her with
threats of starvation won’t
even count - she sees

It a wonderful attempt to
help her keep slim!

[24 June 2014]