House of Smoke and Mirrors April 17, 2013

Just as smoke is held up to the mirror.
With passing depth it inquires, why must it swirl so gracefully?
Not wallowing in the mire.
The smoke gazes – unattached.
It dances through the haze of electric energy constituting air.
In the mirror it sees a confused nature of empathetic desperation.
For God dwells within the smoke and the mirror.
Holds the simplistic duality –
To be possibly conjoined, by merely a switch.
A broken mirror restored:
In the face of its peer,
The scent of a flower,
In songs of the dove,
Through actions diffusing everlasting love.
It is an actualization of the oneness in us,
That heeds eternal life promises in diminishing dust.

–sue, la voximpresionista

Boston, You’re My Home – Sue Vee aka La Vox Impresionista April 17, 2013

Boston, You’re My Home – Sue Vee aka La Vox Impresionista

I Love My City…this is for you.

Lyrics:

“You’re Time Is Gonna Come”
The First time,
I looked into your blue sky.
My heart opened wide.
So I pay homage to the place where I was full-grown.
Boston, you’re my home.

Grew up in your inner city.
With streets paved of gold.
Though violence has tried to break thee.
You’re too strong.
And Boston, you’re my home.

I’ll Never regret loving you.
I’ll never forget the magic you do.
Sitting on Comm. Ave. 
Smoking weed with my Best Friends.
Boston, there’s no end.
To this Love affair.

I will find whoever hurt you.
And judgement day will come.
But spread peace love and prosperity.
That’s what you taught me.
Cus Boston, you’re my home.

Your strength courses through my veins.
Your wisdom constitutes my soul.
And so, I just wanted you to know.
That Boston you’re my home.

I Bleed For You, I Really Do.

Stay strong Boston. YOU’RE MY HOME.

‘Tis The Moon April 13, 2013

I saw the moon this evening, it’s as if all things changed for me.
No longer was I wallowing in fantasized sorrows.
Dreaming of opening whiskey stained bottles.
It’s as if my life was blown in full throttle.
Taking showers in the songs of the sparrows,
Illuminated my decree.
My belief.
My faith.
How empty it may seem.
‘Tis the moon that reminds me.

What Will Be Will Be.

Meanwhile, Outside in the Sun… April 9, 2013

Meanwhile, outside in the Sun…

Animosity dissipates and in its wake only Love remains.

Dwelling betwixt broken battlefields, arise the buds of Lilies in bloom.

Breeze catches hold of their perfume, these majestic Lilies that bloom in the Sun.

Lingering past the the visage of happiness cloaked in gloom.

Outside in the Sun….

The picture once created is destroyed by the same idea.

Methodical cancellations, oscillations, evaporates in the rays of the Sun.

So far from anxieties that bound.

The shackles explode.

Meanwhile, outside in the Sun….

A new world (just as likely as old.)

Sue Vee ~ La VoxImpresionista on Tumblr! April 3, 2013

Sue Vee ~ La VoxImpresionista on Tumblr!

co(EXIST) April 3, 2013

May the strength and fortitude endured by the pressures of life, continuously allow for open spaces and positive vibrations of growth in prosperity. whatsoever relative denotation you chose to abide by.

 

-sue

April 3, 2013

” You

Are All

Slaves”

– Jim Morrison

 

sweetness of the paradox April 2, 2013